hold me || woosan

three

another day passed by, wooyoung sometimes called the hotline.

if san is free, he will ask the other officer to link his call to san's line.

comfort.

having someone who listened to your complaints without judging you, is something that wooyoung rarely gets.

although wooyoung told san about his day and asked san's too, he kept it as short as possible, as he knew that it is an emergency line, more people needed that line more than him.

so today, he decided to not call san.

"ming, can you tell yunho to fuck off and stop asking me to his house?" he asked mingi on their way home.

gladly, wooyoung had some friends now. jongho, yeosang, and yunho's boyfriend, mingi.

they met in a dance club for their university, it is mandatory for students to take at least one club, until their third year.

things are getting better.

"about that. i have talked to him, he's not going to bother you anymore," mingi said.

"finally," sighed wooyoung.

after parting ways with mingi, wooyoung arrived at his uncle's place only to be greeted by a pair of bright red shoes.

is he having someone over?

he hesitantly entered the house, trying to be as quiet as possible; partially afraid to angers his uncle. 

things are really getting better.

his uncle is unexpectedly getting less angry these days.

but wooyoung is still aware of his sudden temper, so he just wanted to be as cautious as possible.

"i'm home" wooyoung spoke softly, this time his uncle is not replying.

he continued to walk inside, only to met his eyes with two pairs of familiar eyes.

yunho's parents.

sitting on the couch.

his uncle was there too.

yunho you little shit.

"ah, hello," bowed wooyoung politely.

he sent yunho a telepathic curse again.

"wooyoung, just in time," smiled mrs jeong

"here sit with us," invited mr jeong

he obeyed, too afraid that his uncle will yell at him, and sit right next to his uncle.

"we've been thinking–"

"what? asking me to move to your house?" spat wooyoung.

talking about that matter again, wooyoung didn't risk anything. not even his uncle's potential rage is coming for him.

he won't move to their house.

"no. i don't want to," he said again.

"no, sweetheart. we're not going to invite you to our house again. but to another house, where yunho stayed with his friends," explained mrs jeong to wooyoung.

"what?"

"yeah, i thought had yunho told you, hadn't  he?"

"no, i never knew," answered wooyoung. 

or maybe yunho did, but wooyoung never listens to him. 

"i think it's better that you stay with yunho and his friends. they're all kq students, so maybe that will do good to you" said mr jeong.

"what made you think so?" challenged wooyoung.

"you know, maybe living with people around your age will, um, make you a little happier. we just want to make you happy, wooyoung," 

"happy? well, it's kind of late, though," wooyoung shoot the words nonchalantly. 

where were you guys when i really need you all?   he continued his statement mentally.

"unlike yunho, who's smart enough to excel to university faster, who's got better social skills unlike mine, i am not going to fit with them," wooyoung spat random words as his defense.

he just doesn't want to be around yunho.

around the person that also hurt him, even if wooyoung knew it wasn't intentional.

the existence of yunho added another weight to wooyoung's life.

"and i am not going to leave my uncle here, the only person that cared  for me all of these years" 

wooyoung knew yunho's father is his uncle too, but he just hated that family. he doesn't count them as one.

"i am going to be perfectly fine, woo. i have seen a therapist, remember? i know my emotions are not a hundred percent stable, but i am improving, don't worry about me, kiddo," his uncle replied.

"exactly. you're still not stable. what if you suddenly relapse and doing those kinds of stuff again? drunk and all? who's gonna help you while i'm not here? nobody will," wooyoung spat back, he rarely did, but this conversation stressed him enough.

as much as he hated his uncle, hated his stupid habit of drinking, hated his uncle who used and still-sometimes-calling him words, he knew his uncle well. 

the one who every time visited wooyoung, brought him teddy bears and plushies.

the one who helped wooyoung hid all of his plushies away from his dad. 

"plushies are only for girls! and you are not a girl, jeong wooyoung"

the one who patted wooyoung's head with love, even when wooyoung scored 20 out of 100 on maths. 

the one who filled the father's role in wooyoung's life. 

even until now.

"i won't let that happen to you," he said firmly.

he was about to leave the living room until a hand held his. 

wooyoung flinched like he sometimes did.

"sweetheart, we're truly sorry. sorry for abandoning you, sorry for letting you carry all of the weights, just sorry, for everything. we know we're late but we still want to make it up for you," mrs jeong held his hand softly.

wooyoung really want to push the hand away, but he can't.

but this was gentle. gentle touches reminded wooyoung to his mom.

"we just want the best for you. please?"

wooyoung saw her eyes shined just like his mom's, but his mom obviously has is better.

his heart can't take it. he could not say no.

it felt like he is disobeying his mom.

"fine, i'll think about it," he shrugged slowly and left the living room.