Lend You Broken Parts {A Woosan Fic}

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Falling, falling, falling...

San held gently onto Wooyoung's hand while they sat in silence. 

His breathing had been ragged from bounding through the streets to reach the hospital and even though he was finally sitting down, his heart still raced as if he was sprinting full speed.

He was still processing everything that he spoke with his dad about. The one thing he was sure he understood was that he was the reason his father was the great fighter he was in his time.

San was the very thought that kept his dad from losing the mental battle that sent his mind to the darkest plane of space. Just knowing that small fact made him love him even more. San felt sorry for anyone that pitied him or thought they were more fortunate to have both parents. 

The other thing was that San had to find out if Wooyoung could be that for him.

Would he be the weight to hold San down when he called out for him? Like his very own gravity?

A tiny string tugged at his heart when he looked at the other boy. What is the risk of falling for another broken soul, one that seems slightly more damaged and fragile than your own?

Would the fall be never ending? Was there something waiting at the end of the fall that would painfully shatter his already cracking heart upon impact? 

What if when it happens you aren't falling down, but instead falling up? Would it lift you high, suspending you for eternity in the sky's abyss?

San and Wooyoung didn't know it, but they were walking parallel on the same frayed spectrum of emotions. Their feelings were emitting unique colors of light that were diffracted by their tattered lives and when they finally clash, it would create a kaleidoscope.

So how would I help you? 

Wooyoung's question from earlier repeated in his head.

"I'm not really sure how to do this, or if you even feel the same but I need to prove to my dad that I can fight without losing control. He says I need to find something to keep me focused. I want that to be you..."

Wooyoung stared back at San who gripped his hand tighter as he continued.

San hoped it was clear that he was implying with his words that he needed him more than just to fight. He wanted him to stay by his side even after that. He didn't care which way he was falling as long as Wooyoung was there to catch him. 

"Will you... be my anchor?"

Wooyoung dropped his opened eye to their hands being held and back up to meet his longing gaze.

"Okay," he replied in a whisper.

He leaned forward and they shared a brief but passionate kiss.

When they parted San handed him the cup with the water and opened the pill bottle to give him two pain killers.

"I know you want to leave but I will be right here all night so you don't have to worry," San comforted him.

Wooyoung's expression was unreadable but he nodded anyway and they grabbed the remote that was on the bedside and turned on the TV connected to the wall.

 
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Wooyoung woke up to a silent breeze from the open window blowing the curtains softly. The medicine the nurses gave him must have contained a sedative because he had never slept so hard before. It was the kind of sleep that isn't accompanied by dreams, just the darkness of the unconscious world behind your eyelids. 

Night had come and the thin threaded blanket that was on his bed provided little coverage for his now shivering body. He was alone in the room, the sound of light footsteps passing by every few moments in the hallway was the only thing he could hear.

He had fallen asleep with San's hand in his as he sat in the chair next to the bed. There was a red mark on his arm where his forehead lay and his hand was still warm, meaning the other had just left.

He opened and closed his hand, remembering San's fingers laced there. He thought of the conversation they had before and his heart squeezed in his chest lightly. 

Wooyoung still didn't know if he understood fully but it sounded like San meant a lot more than he intended when he said he wanted him to be his anchor. Did he go too far this time? 

Out of all of the previous relationships that had began with his game, San is the only one that had fallen this quick and this hard. The rest hadn't tried to stick around so he didn't have to worry about breaking hearts or what came next.

He was playing the game so well this time that it actually felt like he was beginning to fall himself. 

In a masochistic sort of way he wanted to keep going, giving more, so that when San did eventually leave he would feel it. It would be a lesson learned for the next time he let his heart control his feelings.

Just then the door opened and the blinding lights of the hallway poured into the darkness of the room. San stepped through, holding his phone in his hand. 

"Sorry, I didn't think you would wake up. I needed to call my dad," he explained.

"That's okay," he shrugged in response, "Is he still angry?"

"I can't really tell, he seems like he's still upset but not just about this. I feel like there is something else getting to him, something he isn't telling me." 

"Is he going to train you for Brawl? You have to do something because Kino is going to come find you if you don't show up." Wooyoung remembered the feral glare he wore when he spoke to him at H3. 

"I don't want to ask him a second time so I'm just going to follow my plan and hope for the best."

"Well, whatever you need me to do as your anchor, I will do my best," he assured.

San pursed his lips at the comment and thought for a moment before saying, "I just need you to stay."

If only he knew that Wooyoung wanted him to do the same thing. 

But they never do, he thought.