The age of twenty-one, time to finally live like no other. One boy with a body made of impulses meets a boy that's in dire need of help.
"They call me a mess, and to that, I say fuck em"
(tw) gore, depression, panic attacks, and gay stuff
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Nae, the Author.
San smirked at the younger, pushing his hair back and crossing his arms. Wooyoung was starting to get a little flustered under his gaze, not knowing how to deal with him at the moment.
Wooyoung watched as the taller of the two walked towards the desk in the room and pulled out the chair from under it. He sat with his legs straddling the backrest, and his arms crossed over the top of it.
"Go ahead, love. If you're gonna live in my house, I'm gonna need to know why someone is threatening to 'make you pay'," San said, resting his chin on his arms.
At this point, Wooyoung was looking anywhere but the older. He was playing with his fingers, the sweater paws of his dark green sweater falling over the rest of his hands. He started chewing on his lip, sighing as he built up the courage to tell San the story.
San waited patiently, not wanting to pressure the other boy.
"So basically, that guy that just called is Bae Hyohyun," San made a weird face, barely recognizing the name, "We've been best friends since we were young, and to make a long story short, he was very toxic," Wooyoung sat down on the bed, crossing his legs.
"We became friends a little after the... incident," Wooyoung got a little quiet. San stood up and walked over to the younger, sitting next to him on the bed and rubbing his back. The younger was looking up at the ceiling, trying to fight back the tears that were starting to form.
"You don't have to get into detail about that if you don't want t-"
"But I do," Wooyoung sighed. "I've never really gotten the chance to get this off of my chest."
"So basically, when I was around 6 or 7, my family's house burned down. My mom got me out of the house safely... but she didn't have time to go get my little sister. All they found of her was her unrecognizable body, burnt to a crisp and sitting... c-curled up... up i-in a ball..." the younger's voiced cracked as tears began to spill from his eyes. San pulled him into a hug, petting his head and shushing him.
Wooyoung let himself be hugged, as he cried into the older's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault, you've got a lot of pent up emotions that you need to let out."
After a while, Wooyoung began to calm down. He cleared his throat and sat up. He chuckled a little looking at the older's shirt.
"Now your shirt is all wet," He pressed his fingers on the black material to feel the dampness from his tears. San let a little smile fall on his lips, wiping away the remaining tears from Wooyoung's face.
"It's fine, love. Do what you have to do."
Any person looking at the two from an outside view right now would think they're a happy, loving, homosexual couple.
