serenity ~ woosan

「 eight 」

san/wooyoung

san stared at his phone, hands shaking violently.

you:
hey
i miss u
:(
✓ read, 06:13pm

did i just fuck up? , he asked himself. why did he leave me on read? fuck, i shouldn't have sent that text. he didn't care at all and that's why he isn't responding.

he quickly started typing again in his panic.

you:
oh shit
clicked the wrong contact lol
sorry

before the younger who san's heart was hung up on could even read it or much less answer, he locked his phone and threw it at his messy bed, hugging his knees. tears pricked his eyes as he thought about how much he fucked up and worried about fucking up his relationship with wooyoung. that was the last thing he wanted, yet he had just set off a catalyst to make that exact scenario true and as real as the tears rolling down his cold cheeks.

he wished he could tell mingi about his situation, but he was so deeply terrified of how he'd react to his friend's feelings for a guy. san had never once thought he was anything but straight until this very moment; even if he had, he didn't pay attention. but now, when he needed a friend the most, thoughts questioning himself held him back.

what would happen if san told mingi?

nothing good, the platinum blonde decided.

so there he sat, staring at his phone, praying wooyoung would text him back, yet praying he'd move on and leave his sad ass in the past.

san/wooyoung

wooyoung looked up at his friend, tears in his eyes as his hands went limp. his phone fell into his lap and the tears started to roll.

"oh no, what's wrong?" yeosang cooed, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulder and squeezing him tightly. wooyoung shook his head, saying it was nothing. yeosang fought back until his friend finally gave in.

"okay, okay, fine..." wooyoung started after taking a breath,

"so, there's this guy, san. a-and he's my neighbor. he lives just down the hallway. anyways, um, we were getting along pretty well, a-and i kinda... i dunno... i felt something i never felt before with him? u-um, so, we haven't talked in a while, and he texted me...!" he smiled a little as he spoke, "he finally texted me...!"

"what did he say?" the pink-haired boy cocked his head to the side, interested in what his closest friend had to say.

"h-he said he..." wooyoung's eyes lit up. "he misses me."

"that's great news!" yeosang smiled, which quickly went away. "why are you crying then?"

"well, um, i was about to say i miss him too but..." the boy visibly broke in front of his friend, which in turn shattered his heart. his voice cracked with each word he spoke next. "he... said he opened the wrong contact... and apologized..." he crumbled in his friend's arms. "i-i really like him, yeosang... i like him a hell of a lot. b-but he obviously doesn't care...!" he stopped, taking in what he just said and processing it, surprising himself. "so what's the point...? why does it hurt so fucking much?"