serenity ~ woosan

「 thirty-eight 」

san/wooyoung

wooyoung hadn't slept well in a while, not since he walked in on...

that.

for some reason, he'd decided to let san stay in the apartment while he crashed at hongjoong's. he thought being away from the place where so many of their memories had been created was smarter, anyways. everything would hurt less if he wasn't reminded of them.

it still hurt like hell though.

after another nearly sleepless night, he checked his phone. it was barely 6 in the morning. after seeing the time, he saw something else that caught his eye.

5 missed calls
5 new voicemails
14 new messages

"who the fuck...?" he asked the still air around himself, opening his phone and seeing who they were from.

all of them were from san.

he froze, not sure if he wanted to check them. a silent battle ensued within himself before he finally decided to open the texts first.

san (DON'T REPLY!!):
wop
i miss uuuuuuuu
come over
plesz
igot some food shit
yuod like it
ilove yiu
why arnt u reoltng
:9((
cumon babbt
ocme over
i wanna ksis uyo ahha
saysoemt hing
fine immgonns gcall u then

wooyoung furrowed his brows at the texts and slowly moved his finger to open the voicemails. he listened to the first one after holding the bottom of the phone up to his ear.

"hey babyy," san slurred and laughed, "why won'tcha answer me? i've been texting you soooooooo much..." he paused. "i got some whiskey," he chuckled. "it's some strong ass shit! you should come over for a drink."

the first message ended and the second started.

"woo, baby, i miss you so much. get your ass over here and let me... i don't fuckin' know..." san trailed off. "lemme eat your ass or some shit," he laughed again.

this wasn't the choi san wooyoung knew.

"whatever you're down for. i'll be your bitch. come over."

with the second over, he moved onto the next. it started in the middle of a sentence, and san sounded a bit soberer than before.

"... you. i miss your skin and your lips and your laugh and your smile and everything. remember how good it felt to be together with you on top of me? i miss that. i miss your skin on mine. i just want you here, in my god damn arms, here to hold and kiss and make everything better. i can't sleep without you, and i got some fuckin' booze but it isn't the same. now i'm just... fuckin' sad. and i miss you even more. please, woo, i'm so sorry. give me another chance. i love you, and i get it if you hate me, but please. i'm beggin' you. i need you back. i'll do anything for you, even if it means sucking your dick or cutting off mingi and everything. anything. i swear. please at least consider it. i love you."

wooyoung sat in silence, processing what he just heard san say. he could hear that he was crying before he had called him and that his voice was strained. he could hear the desperation in san's voice.

he wanted to forgive him and make his wish true, but could he?

the final voicemail started to play.

"mingi..." san started.

a wrong call, to the one he really wanted. wooyoung scowled and realized how full of shit the third message was. he pulled the phone away from his ear and moved his finger to delete the message before he had to hear more.

"mingi," he repeated before taking a breath. "i fucked up."

"what...?" wooyoung asked himself. his eyes went wide and he froze.

he couldn't believe the words san spoke with such a genuine tone of guilt.

"i can't sleep, dude. i can't even fuckin' think without it being about him. i fucked up. can you help me... figure out how to make it up to him or some shit...? i just... fuck, dude. i need him. call me back, please. you gotta help me."

wooyoung dropped his phone, frozen still in shock.

maybe san really did mean what he said.

-

oh shit ! maybe he means it !

or maybe he's still just drunk nobody knows

i hope y'all are enjoying and thank you all for reading !