Stay ||| Wooyoung/Jongho/San (Ateez)

30

When they reached the penthouse, San insisted that Wooyoung take a shower to try and help him relax while he made some calls.

It wasn't something that really interested him, but San practically stripped him and shoved him in the shower himself. So Wooyoung obliged and just stood in the hot water for a long as his body would allow.

Waiting for him on the counter was a pair of navy blue silk pajamas.

The first of many to come.

Wooyoung let his fingers run over them for a moment. He almost felt like if he put these on now... There was no going back. He would be accepting a new life.

A life with San.

Was that really what he wanted?

That moment of hesitation made him pause and lean against the wall.

San could protect him, provide for him, take care of him. It was everything Wooyoung had wished for growing up. A life out of poverty, being able to do anything he wanted. That was the life everyone dreamed of, right?

Or had it always been wishful thinking?

There was always the possibility of something else. He had a choice.

But then the sound of a slamming door echoed in his head and Wooyoung knew the door to that life was closed.

He sighed and looked at the blue cloth in front of him, then at the bathroom door.

He was happy with San. He had always looked forward to their dates at their time together.

Nodding once, Wooyoung got dressed and slowly walked into the main living room of San's penthouse.

"I don't care what it takes! I want this dealt with within the next 24 hours! Use whatever means necessary... Yes that's exactly what I mean!... What is so hard to understand? I. Want. This. Finished. Got it?... Thank you." San chucked his phone at the couch and ran his hands over his face.

"San?" Wooyoung said, hiding partially around the corner of the wall.

The older spun around and looked at him with surprise, then his face softened. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better." Wooyoung bit his lip and looked down. "Was that about me?"

"Not directly. I'm trying to take care of Marcus. After what he did to you, you're not going back there ever again, ok?" San hurried over to him and cupped his face. "I won't let you."

Wooyoung nodded and made a small, pathetic sound in the back of his throat before he wrapped his arms around San and cried in his shoulder.

"It's ok, baby, it's ok. I'm going to handle everything." San whispered. He let his fingers play with the hair on the back of Wooyoung's head and neck until the younger was finally able to catch his breath. Leaning back a little, he brushed the tear tracks from Wooyoung's cheeks and gave him a soft smile. "Let's get you something to eat, yeah? I'm sure it's been awhile, right?"

With a simple nod, Wooyoung let San take him over to the kitchen island and sat on one of the stools while San called up some breakfast for them. A butler came in fifteen minutes later pushing a silver cart with trays of different options.

In all, it was too much food, but Wooyoung appreciated the fact that San wanted to give him options. It was mid afternoon by now, so there were a few sandwiches, a vegetable tray, two soups, fruit, and even some meat trays to pick from.

Wooyoung pulled over one of the trays of meat and started to pick at the sliced pork when San's phone started to ring again.

"Hello?... Yes..." His eyes widened. "Really? Now?... Ok... Ok." He hung up and turned to look at Wooyoung. "I have a few things I need to go take care of and then I'll be all yours, do you mind staying here by yourself for a bit?"