serenity ~ woosan

「 twenty-two 」

san/wooyoung

the day san had been dreading the most had come quicker than he had wanted or anticipated.

it was the day that wooyoung's parents became aware of the kind of relationship this stranger had with their son.

as soon as wooyoung told them, san wanted to hide. he was afraid of how they'd react. in the silence following, tears came to san's eyes and he prepared to apologize.

wooyoung's dad presumably noticed, asking san what was wrong in a calm tone. in response, he shook his head. he tried reaching out for his lover's hand, but he was frozen still. the world felt wrong and unsafe. unsure.

he excused himself and rushed to wooyoung's room. shaking, his heart beat loud in his chest and tears rolled down his honey cheeks.

confrontation was something san had always hated, but this was so much worse than any other time. he'd never felt so scared.

sure that his parents would disapprove, all of san's memories with wooyoung played in his head like a movie. time rewound itself.

the start of it all. wooyoung shaking as he held a package addressed to a choi san. san's heart racing at the first text wooyoung sent. their first night together. their first kiss. hundreds of times, all these firsts and so many more replayed.

his throat felt like it closed up as the tears rolled faster.

they were hot and burned on the way down his face that grew red. san ran his hands through his hair, thinking of how it felt when wooyoung would do that to him. he thought of wooyoung's soft touch, his gentle kisses, his smooth skin and features, his pure and wonderful heart.

he didn't want to lose him.

"fuck," he breathed into the air which burned his lungs sharply with each inhale. "fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK." all he had the strength to do was repeat the curse that grounded him to the reality he was facing.

the movie in his head played ceaselessly, not allowing san to rest. he grabbed shiber, who rested on the floor, and held him tight, tears staining the fabric of his head. san clung to the stuffed dog for what felt like life or death. it was the one thing grounding him now that it hurt too much to cuss.

feeling hopeless, he prayed to any god he could think of that it would be okay. that san could stay with wooyoung, the boy next door that had his aching heart. he had no clue if these pleas would be answered, yet he kept begging.

as hard as he could, san was fighting.

it felt like his world was crumbling and time had stopped. san curled up, knees to his chest, and covered his ears. shiber was held tight in the center of the ball san had become in the corner of wooyoung's bed furthest from the door. he tried consoling himself, dark spots of water forming on the once untouched sheets of the bed.

it didn't work.

san convinced himself nothing would work.

he laid alone in the dark room for what felt like hours, shiber his only comfort. painful, bittersweet memories and thoughts raced through his hurting head.

they were cut short by light and a figure.

jung wooyoung.

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oop to san for just crying to himself

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