【Ａｓｐｈｙｘｉａ】 seongjoong

Nostalgia

"I made coffee."

San looked up from his phone as Wooyoung backed into the room carrying a tray of mugs. The blonde set the tray down gently with a small clatter. He looked around the area and noticed that mostly everyone had scattered and it was only he and the other tattooed Ghoul in the room.

"Where did everyone else go?"

"Yunho went upstairs to check on Mingi," The shop owner reached for a cup and pulled it off the tray. "Hongjoong had to make a phone call and Leedo is in the kitchen with Xion getting him to eat."

Wooyoung winced. "Yikes, will that end as badly as when we first started to get Hongjoong to eat?"

San shrugged. "Who knows. Must be quite the mind flip to become the very thing you're trained to hunt and kill."

"It's just so crazy," Wooyoung stared into his cup, watching his reflection cast on the dark liquid inside ripple. "Almost two months ago we had never seen a one-eyed Ghoul or thought that making them was even possible. Now we have two people who have completely changed species on our hands and a drugged up cult out for blood."

"What do you think their goal is?" The other raised an eyebrow as he brought the cup up towards his lips. He blew softly on it to disperse the steam rising.

"Don't know," Wooyoung shrugged. "But whatever it is, they are working for the Butcher."

San choked on his drink. The jostling movement sloshed some of the burning liquid over the edge and he jumped up in alarm as it landed on his pant leg. The shop owner cursed as the hot coffee seeped through the fabric and onto the skin below.

"Oops," The blonde grew sheepish. "Did I forget to mention that earlier?"

The other Ghoul sighed and his shoulders dipped low. He set the half empty mug back onto the table a little harshly before flopping into his seat once more. He rubbed at his forehead in exasperation. He could feel a headache coming on.

"The Butcher-" San started before he took a deep breath to regain his thoughts. "I-I just don't know what to do, Woo." The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, confused, but the other went on. "I still can't believe you went in there alone. We just talked about this and every time I think we are in a good place, something happens. I know I'm guilty of this too but you're telling me the cult is working for the Butcher? What if he was there, huh? What if you got hurt? I know Yunho was also at the club but what if he wasn't? You didn't go together, he was only there by chance."

The tattooed Ghoul looked imploringly at his couch mate. San's eyes were wide and the emotion in them completely open, no barriers. The blonde bit his lip as an immense wave of guilt washed over him.

"I didn't think anything would actually happen." Wooyoung whispered. "It was just a coincidence that I had the flyer before I talked to you and then when I saw you asleep on your table, you just looked so-so tired." He rushed. "I just thought that if I checked it out, I could help cross one thing off your 'to do' list."

"I get you were just trying to help and I know you couldn't have predicted what happened," San conceded, although rather reluctantly. He was trying to keep a level head about all this. "Though it stresses me out, you did manage to get us some information on what we are really dealing with. Now we aren't walking into something blind."

Wooyoung nodded, seeing the other's point. He honestly felt a little relieved that the other seemed to be a bit more understanding this time around instead of biting his head off like before. He grinned. 

"We are really shit at communicating, aren't we?" The blonde chuckled. 

San took one look at the man beside him before suddenly pouncing and launching himself a the other Wooyoung shrieked as he was tackled to the couch, his back crashing onto the cushion behind him. He choked a strangled laugh as fingers began wiggling themselves against his sides, tickling him mercilessly.