Penpals | Woosan

1. Sent

Wooyoung's clock read 1:30 AM, his eylids drooping and he felt too tired to stay up any longer, but to his worst judgment Wooyoung quickly scribbled the address onto the envelope on the desk. He havn't slept in a day or two. Coffee the only thing running in his veins.

Between college, work, and twice a week dance classes, the boy hadn't time for sleep.

The only thing keeping him awake was the lamp set on the desk brighter than 10 suns. The writing on the envelope wasn't very ledgable, in fact almost impossible to read.

The letter was to wooyoung's dad. He hasn't seen his father since he was a little kid.

The memory of his father slowly slipping his mind. But wooyoung hesitently asked his mother for the adress.

He strolled to the post office 5 minutes down the street despite it being so late. Wooyoung must not have been paying attention since he suddenly felt a thud on his chest, a small oomph leaving his lips. Out of the corner of his eye he saw faded green hair and cute dimples.

Wooyoung ignored him though and slipped his newly written letter into the bin.

Wooyoung was stuggling in his mind, if he is really doing the right thing or not. I mean if his dad really cared he would reach out first.

It hurt wooyoung how much his mother didn't care he was gone. How could she get over him just dissapearing when he is such an important part of our lives.

He flopped down onto his bed at his aparment and fell asleep in his coat and clothes, too tired to take them off.

Wooyoungs apartment was lonely, grey, and dim, he wished greatly that someone could accompany him. Not even in a romantic way, just someone to have next to him as the winter nights were growing colder.

Wooyoung only had one friend from university, Yeosang, they had grown quite close for only being friends for three months. Seeing eachother a lot on the weekends aswell.

Wooyoung was very grateful for him but he still longed for something more.

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San walked briskly down the road from his work, smiling like and idiot thinking about my friends he's about go see. San wasn't paying attention a ran into a blonde man with warm brown eyes, just about the same hight as him.Why are people out this late? San muttered a simple sorry but he didn't seem to notice. San turned back around after they walked past, wooyoung walked slow and seemed like he was worrying about something, San went back to walking home.

Sans energy was high, he could hear the blood punping in his ears. San slammed the door accidentally smiling apologetically to his neighbor in the main hallway. San threw his coat onto the couch and ran to his bedroom of the apartment.

His hands reached for the phone on the nightstand he checked the timer set a month or two ago. The screen somehow read one day left, San let out a squel of exitment.

All of sans friends had split up in different cities to go to college, exept for him of course, staying in their home city of Seoul. San loved it, he really did, just lonely at times. Communication being reduced to groupchats and late night drunk calls.

They are all coming over for a day, not sure how 5 people will fit in the small apartment, but san cant be bothered to think now.

San forced himself to sleep even though he wasn't the slightest bit tired. Still in his clothes, he hugged shiber tight and layed in his bed. Yes, a bit strange to sleep with a stuffed dog at 20, but he's really the only one left.

San has such a desire to feel. Feel someone with him, he desperately craves a connection. The deepest want for someone to love him.

A single tear left his eye wetting his blushed cheeks as he fell asleep.

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AN:

Im so pumped for this. I have about 7 more chapters in my drafts ready.

I know this one was a bit short, but they will get a few hundred more words pretty soon.