hold me || woosan

eleven

it was 12.30 and yunho was a full on vanilla.

"aren't you putting too much perfume?" wooyoung asked as yunho passed by on the living room.

yunho scoffed and sit next to wooyoung who sat on the couch. "have you finish your essays?"

"thankfully yes, my hands are numb," wooyoung complained.

it was getting better, things between him and yunho.

he sleeps slighty better with yunho beside him, his panic attacks visited him less frenquently, and most importantly, his days were much better.

the familiar sound of mingi's car was heard. "well, that's my cue," yunho stood.

"you sure you are okay on your own?" yunho asked, concerned.

"yes," wooyoung answered shortly, face filled with confidence.

"seonghwa and hongjoong prolly won't be home until this house catches fire, mingi and i are going to watch soccer. it's okay if you want to join," yunho offered.

wooyoung softly refused, "san's is coming at one,"

yunho's concerned face went flat.

after a quick pause, yunho asked. "is there something between you two?"

wooyoung scoffed, hard. "of course not you silly. just go, your minky pie is waiting for you,"

yunho seemed offended, face tinted pink.

"don't blame me, blame your notification," wooyoung laughed in victory.

yunho gave a tongue for wooyoung and left. no matter how annoying the laughter was, yunho was happy to hear it.

things with wooyoung and yunho too, were getting better.

wooyoung glanced at the clock, it was 12.45. he decided to make some popcorn.

as his fingers trailed around the cabinets, the doorbell rang.

wooyoung walked to the door, opening the door. "what can i hel-"

his words stopped as he met a pair of glossy eyes.

san was already here. he already put his shoes on the rack, ready to come back home.

standing but not straight and tall.

breathing but seemed suffocated.

his hands trembled, maybe because of the bag he held, or maybe because of the emotions.

before any words escaped wooyoung's throat, san let the bag go and the gravitation that held him, and threw his body to wooyoung, hugging the younger.

wooyoung was confused.

what was this about?

wooyoung brought his arms, hugging san back. he could feel san's neck resting on his shoulder.

"i fucked up," he felt san's throat vibrated.

wooyoung let a pause between them, giving time for san to breathe as he felt san's body trembled.

"it is all my fault," he cried, sounds muffled between wooyoung's shirt. wooyoung on patted san's back, hoping it could calm him.

"let's just sit first," wooyoung suggested and the older obliged without a word.

they parted away, leaving an inch between their bodies. wooyoung pulled the bag and his other hand patted san's back, cueing him to come in.

they walked to the living room, and then san sat on the couch, face hanging low.