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the cafe, 5:30pm

"do you think y/n would mind a visitor?" hongjoong asked as the two men finished putting the last of the chairs on top of the tables at closing time.

"hmm, I don't know. I can call and ask her?" san offered.

"please, I just need to check for myself that's she's okay"

san nodded and went for his phone. hongjoong went to turn out the lights and grab the keys.

"she's not answering" said san, "let me try again". so he pressed 'call' again and waited as they exited the cafe. "no answer again"

"are you worried?" hongjoong looked concerned.

"she's probably just showering or something. you can come if you like, I'm sure she won't mind" hongjoong nodded and they began the short walk to san's home.

as they arrived at their destination, san noted y/n's car on the drive. at least she hadn't gone home today, he thought. he turned the key and opened the door, hearing the tv on in the lounge. this was a good sign, he thought. but as he stepped into the darkening room, he saw it was empty.

"y/n?" san called. "where are you?" upon there coming no answer, san turned to hongjoong in concern.

"don't worry" hongjoong comforted before calling her himself, "y/n? it's hongjoong". still no answer.

"I'm too afraid to go upstairs..." san whispered.

"I'll go" hongjoong offered and began climbing the stairs. the upstairs of san's house was even darker but he could see a little light coming from san's bedroom. in honesty, he was also anxious of what he might find. what y/n had been through was enough to push anyone to the edge. he carefully opened the door to reveal the sight of y/n curled up on the bed wearing nothing but underwear and what he assumed to be one of san's shirts. he spotted the almost empty bottle of liquor on the bedside table and the glass laid on its side on the floor. he sighed and tiptoed over to the bed.

he put his hand on her arm and squeezed it a little in an attempt to wake her.

"leave me alone, san" she slurred. had she really drank the whole bottle?

"it's not san, honey. it's hongjoong - can you tell me what's wrong?" he heard the stairs creak as san appeared in the hallway. hongjoong held out his hand to signal for him to stay where he was.

"everything"

"honey, I know you're hurting right now, but it'll get better. you have san"

"I don't care about san" she moaned, starting to cry.

san looked down to the floor as hongjoong gave him a sympathetic smile and mouthed; "she doesn't mean that"

"did you drink the whole bottle?" he asked softly as she rolled over away from him.

"yes, now go away"

"I will go away when I know you're okay" hongjoong maintained.

"why are you here?" y/n enquired. "huh? why? where's san?"