Penpals | Woosan

4. Almost

Wooyoung finished practicing and felt like he did a lot better at his dance than earlier this week. Him and Yeosang stayed a bit after to watch and sing along to other peoples dances.

The walk to the same resteraunt as the day before was silent. Not awkward at all, peaceful. They enjoyed eachothers company as they walked through the city, the lights crowding around them and sound of car horns rang between buildings, bouncing of walls.

They both agreed to go the same resteraunt as the food was too good to pass up again. Maybe after they finished eating at all resteraunts, this route would become a very familiar one.

Wooyoung was thinking about telling Yeosang about why his father wasn't answering his letter. He just didn't how to word it without sounding over thought and unnatural.

"Yeosang, I know why my dad didn't answer now."

Yeosangs pleasant expression dropped. In his head he was thinking of all the ways this conversation could go downhill. He thought Wooyoung would say his father died or something bad happened to him.

"Oh, what happened Wooyoung?"
Yeosang got ready to comfort Wooyoung but to his surprise, it wasn't a tragic accident.

"I just put on the wrong adress, it was a late night and I was tired. I probably couldn't see well and wrote it down wrong." Yeosang saw Wooyoung smile so he did the same.

"I sent it back with the correct one this morning. I hope it goes well!" Wooyoung gave a thumbs up with it.

"I do too, but if you put the wrong address, who got it?" Yeosang said as they walked into the crowded restaurant.

It was loud and workers and chefs were bustling everywhere. Some people only stood in the entrance to get out of the cold.

Wooyoung and Yeosang stepped up and took there seat and waited for their drinks to come. Wooyoung got chocolate milk, and Yeosang water.

"The person who got the letter was named Choi San. The letter was really formal, he could have chilled out a bit, sounded like an old man." Wooyoung took a sip of the milk placed in front of him.

They ordered what they wanted to the out of breath waiter.

"Did you write back to him?"

"Yea, I said sorry for any inconvenience and I asked if could make it up to him." Yeosang shoveled food into him mouth and nodded to Wooyoung.

"Do you think you will hear back from him?" Yeosang aksed.

"Hopefully not." Wooyoung said and they both laughed together and dropped the subject. Your lying.

Inside Wooyoung wanted to talk to San maybe he was a bit weird, but he was someone to talk to. Wooyoung wondered how old he was or what he looked like when it hit him...

Wooyoung put his picture in the envelope along with the letter. San would know what he looks like. That worried him a little bit, but also exiting. Maybe San would see him outside and say hello.

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San woke up to his blaring loud alarm clock. He was about to throw it across the room. It was 11 AM. San woke up so late because he worked evenings at the bar and doesn't need to wake up early.

He got out of bed to get coffee and sat next to his window. It was a nice morning, the sun was shining and it was cool, he is glad its almost summer. Sans window was open a jar to hear the brids chriping and people talking on the streets below him.

San looked across the street to see thw mailman walk over to his mailbox and slipped one letter inside. San kind of had a feeling of who it was.

Even though San was still in his pajamas he left his coffee to get cold on his window sill and rushed down four flights of stairs and across the street. Almost getting hit by a car.

He checked the name, Jung Wooyoung. San knew in his head that Wooyoung wouldn't want to be his friend. Although in the back of his mind he really wished that this could be something more. Atleast more than strangers.

San read the letter and searched for a pen all around his apartment. He found one in between the couch cusions. It was almost out of ink, but it would have to do.

Dear Jung Wooyoung

Don't worry! It wasn't an inconvenience at all. Mistakes happen. Sometimes I think mistakes happen for a reason. Although the coffee stain on your letter didn't seem to have one. You dont owe me anything this time mister. Just don't make it a habbit. ;)

San did in fact, want him to make it a habbit.

He sealed the evelope with his tongue. And ran all the way back down the stairs and put the letter in the outgoing box.

San came back to his apartment and sipped on his now cold coffee thinking about how something is missing. He didn't know what. Maybe he should get a pet to fill the gap of lonliness.

He spent the rest of the day snacking in his pajamas until it was 5 PM. San had to go to work. He put in his all black outfit and shoes and called a cab to the bar.

Work went pretty normal for San. Exept one fight broke out he had to kick both of them out. Apparently it started because this man Lee Know cheated on Jisung with Hyunjin. But you know, keept it hush. You don't want rumors to spread.

San was having fun doing tricks for the lonely people just like him, sitting on the stools in front of him.

Suuddenly around 11 PM a man San recognized walked in, brown eyes with the same brown hair and thick thighs. Taehyung, sans co-worker, flashed him a smirk after he saw San checking out the man, San didn't return the gesture.

The bright blue haired boy, Taehyung, and San had a good relationship. Not exactly freinds out side of work, but they would have eachothers backs if needed.

Wooyoung started to get closer to the counter and San couldn't take it, his heart was beating out of his chest. He felt frozen in plance. He slipped into the back room with his other co-worker minhyuk. He was on break.

San on the other hand didn't like minhuk, snobby and hated San for no reason. Always calling him names.

"Uhh hey Minhyuk?" San stuttered out from the doorway. The man looked up a him.

"Oh" Minhyuk said dissapointed. "What do you need San"

"Can you go out there and cover for me? Pretty please I really need it." He pressed his lips together waiting for a response.

Minhyuk sighed loudly "Okay, fine. But you only get 15 minutes." Minhyuk got up and put on his black apron.

"No he won't leave by then."

"Who is he." Minhyuk gave San a smirk and rested his hand on Sans shoulder.

"It's no one, but please give me an hour. I'll pay you." San pleaded.

"Your lucky I'm feeling nice today." Minhyuk stepped out brushing sans shoulder along the way. San let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He wondered why wooyoung was there in the first place. He was alone, probably sad. San just wanted to take all the pain away, and he knew from experience alchohol isnt a very good way to do that.

San snuck out the backdoor to get some ramen at a nearby convenience store. San ate happily while scrolling though his phone and watching people walk by the windows of the store.

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Lol i wrote this during civics class