𝕄𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 / 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕟

chapter 33

Wooyoung's POV

Bang

I remembered the gun shot and San's confused face when he pulled the trigger.

Was that really how being shot felt like? I imagined it to be more painful to be honest. However, was I really dead?

The fact that I could still think was kinda odd because I couldn't feel my body and I didn't breath. San... when did he become like that...

Suddenly a strong pain went through my lungs and with a strong inhale they were filled with oxygen.
Second after second I began to feel all my limbs again but I was so weak and felt like I had been under water for too long and almost choked to death. Then the pain in my forehead added to my suffering and with all my strength I was able to lift my hand to touch the wound or whatever was causing this pain.
But instead of feeling blood I felt another hand putting some Kind of of band Aid on the wound.

In shock I opened my eyes and strongly held onto the wrist of that person. The fact that I didn't know what was happening made me panic.

"Wooyoung, I..."
I heard his voice. It was San... was this the afterlife? He looked like he was in pain, feeling guilty but he was still smiling. It felt like a decade since I saw him smiling for real.

"I- are you alright?" he softly asked and tried to pull his hand away but I didn't let him go but only stared at his face. Was this real? I could feel the warmth of his skin.

"Please... say something. Anything, but don't look at me like that." he begged.
I eyed him up and down before pulling San down on the bed next to me.
In surprise he turned his head to me and opened his mouth to say something but I was too confused by the situation to even listen to him.

Slowly I reached out my arm and cupped his cheek while letting my finger brush over his lips. So he was real...
The others cheeks started to take a slightly red color and the view of it seemed so unreal. But if this was real then...
"I missed you." I whispered quietly and leaned closer to place my lips on his.

San was taken by surprise at first and his eyes showed confusion but he quickly got hold of the situation and wrapped his arms around my body.

"I knew, that you'd make the right decision. I never stoped loving you and I'm so sorry I-" I wanted to say but San shut me down by once again claiming my lips as his.
"I'm the one that is in the wrong." He whispered and let out a sigh.
Our kisses were slow and gentle and full of emotions and feelings that both of us hadn't felt for long.

San gently grabbed my waist and pulled me on his lap so my legs were on both sides of his body. Although I wasn't used to him being like that I didn't object and let him do whatever he wanted. The muscles on his arms felt stronger than before and his hair felt different but his smell was still the same. I loved it.
I loved him.
Before I could even think straight I suddenly felt warm tears flowing down my face and mixing with the taste of Sans lips.
How did that happen? Was I... crying?
Confused about my own body I stopped for a second and touched my cheek. But San was quick to pull my hand down and place his lips right there on my face were I just touched it.

He kissed away every tear, one by one, and let his hands slide through my hair.
"I did so many wrong things, Woo. I've been lying to myself and hurt the people that I love." he said in a sad voice.
I carefully pushed his shoulders down and took his face between my hands.

"I bet I did more bad things than you."
I giggled and smiled at the boy whose face slowly lit up.
"I guess we are even." I added and shrugged but San didn't seem to share my opinion when I saw the pout on his face.