𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 | 𝐖.𝐒𝐀𝐍 / 𝐒.𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆

[FOURTEEN]

FRI.
2 / 9 / 18
10 ; 30 PM
YEOSANG

with heaving lungs and a heavy heart, yeosang slowly rose from his bed.

his tears had been replaced with dry sobbing long ago considering he had been he had been crying since seonghwa's departure.

too many questions were racing through his head, yet at the same time his mind was blank.

questions ranging from "how could he do this?" to "how did i not see it?"

perhaps the most hurtful, or the one he feared the most, "does this mean it was all fake?"

all the sweet memories of the giggles, hugs, kisses, cuddles, dates.

all the love?

it couldn't be, seonghwa was the first to confess his love.

"it could have been a sick way of playing with me," he thought, "it could've all been an act."

he shut his eyes so tight it hurt, sobbing louder.

his cries echoed through the small, empty apartment. his weeps so loud that it was the only thing that could be heard.

it even muffled the sound of yeosang's apartment door being slowly opened.

wooyoung quietly entered the dark, depressing apartment room. he could hear yeosang's wails from outside the room. his heart wrenched every time he heard one. he hated seeing his best friend like this.

wooyoung quietly made his way through the apartment, making sure not to make a sound.

though, even if he did, he doubted yeosang could hear him over his cries. in small, silent steps, he walked to yeosang's bedside and softly lowered himself next to the bed.

he wasn't even sure yeosang had noticed him until he heard the bedsheets lightly crumple accompanied by a slight sniffle.

"wooyoung?" yeosang rasped. his voice sounded like it had been through a sandstorm. both dry and scratchy, seeming as if he hadn't drunk water in a decade.

if there was any doubt yeosang was heartbroken, it was abolished the second wooyoung saw him.

yeosang's eyes were puffed swollen pink, as if he was having an allergic reaction, and his cheeks were tear-stained and damp. his whole face was a bitter shade of red, reflecting his sour mood. 

what had wooyoung most worried, however, was the look in his eyes - or lack thereof. 

wooyoung had seen yeosang cry countless times - med school was no joke - but never before had he seen him look so... broken.

"yeah, i'm here yeosang," his friend replied gently, feeling like if he raised his voice above a whisper that his friend may crack.

yeosang didn't respond, and opted to snuggle further into his comforter.

the two sat in silence for a few moments. wooyoung was too afraid to talk; he just couldn't find the right words to say.

"we broke up," yeosang said calmly. at this point he was staring blankly at the wall, unblinking.

wooyoung knew. he had known the second seonghwa asked for his advice. but he had to act surprised. he couldn't be another reason for his friend to cry. "why?" he asked softly.

yeosang took a deep breath. "remember what i told you about my dad?" 

oh - oh - wooyoung knew whatever he was going to say next would not be pretty. "you told me he passed, right? in his sleep?"

the older nodded and the room went quiet again. 

wooyoung had known all about yeosang's father. he always talked about him.

yeosang's mother passed when he was eight. she was a wonderful mother, always doting and taking good care of him. after her passing, his father stepped up. 

they did everything together. though he was a busy man, he always had time for yeosang. every time yeosang would scrape his knee or stub his toe, his father was always there to sooth the pain with a kiss and a joke. and every time he would accomplish something - even the seemingly most insignificant things - his father was always there to encourage him. he was always so proud of yeosang.

but, of course, like a tragic novel, yeosang had woken up one day to find his father had departed. 

"he was asleep when he died," yeosang started, "but his death wasn't as... natural as i made it out to be." yeosang's voice was shaky. he could feel a lump in his throat forming from just recalling that dreadful day. 

yeosang let out a quivering sigh so as to not cry, "he gave me the best life, y'know? he really, really tried," a single tear managed to escape, "but he owed a lot of money."

yeosang wiped away the stray tear with the back of his hand and continued, "his business went under, not many people stopped by anymore. he got desperate and asked for money from the wrong people." 

the older boy blinked back more tears that threatened to escape the prison of his eyes, "he tried so hard to make the money back," yeosang dropped his head into his hands, "so fucking hard."

a few more drops cascaded along his tear-stained cheeks as he breathed in slowly, "but it wasn't enough," he finished.

wooyoung looked at the boy with all the empathy he could muster. he reached to hold one of his friend's hands, gripping it tightly in his own to comfort him. 

after taking a second to collect himself, yeosang continued, "he was killed." he shook his head slightly, "shot dead in his sleep." 

wooyoung's heart broke for yeosang. he pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. he couldn't imagine having to go through something so horrific. 

"i hate them, wooyoung," yeosang's voice muffled from being shoved into wooyoung's clothing, "i hate them all," he sobbed heavily.

wooyoung was going to kill seonghwa.

"i'm so sorry sangie," wooyoung consoled. he was not the best at comforting, but he would try his damn hardest.

yeosang took another moment before speaking again. "seonghwa lied to me." 

wooyoung almost stopped breathing.

"he's been part of a gang this whole time," he sobbed once more, "he lied to me."

wooyoung shook his head, he had no idea how he was going to tell his best friend that he was also gang affiliated, although not by his own volition.

or that he had a budding crush on the leader of one.

he reckoned he would burn that bridge when he got to it.

"stay in monday," wooyoung responded, "i'll go to your classes and take your notes."

yeosang looked up at him with watery eyes and a soft smile. he sniffled before nodding. he crawled under his duvet, letting his comforter swallow him and encapsulate him in a warmth he hasn't felt since his break up with seognhwa.

"that sounds good," yeosang said, his voice a rasp whisper.

the lavender haired boy tucked his best friend in, pulling the blanket up past his chin. 

wooyoung stayed and watched his friend fall asleep as he thought about how he was going to juggle working with san and being yeosang's friend.

he was certain he could do it without hurting yeosang. he had been through enough as it was.

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[A/N]

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