↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

sleep

It was never something that was discussed, that was meant to be a possibility.

They knew San was graduating and he'd have to find a new place then, but that was different.

That wasn't nearly the same as him having to pack up his shit and move halfway across Korea.

"I'll live with some friends of mine until I can find a place of my own," San explained, feeling unbearably small standing there in the kitchen. "But, who knows, maybe they'll move me back here once I prove that I-"

"San." Seonghwa interrupted forcefully, voice unnaturally cold.

San blinked over at him.

"Have you told Wooyoung?"

San's heart sank in an instant, discomfort apparent enough to make Seonghwa's gaze harden even before San had a chance to answer.

"What does that matter?"

"You're fucking my friend, San," He retorted angrily, making San wince. "And you're leaving. I think that matters."

San wanted it to matter.

Just like he wanted the sex and the drawings and the waffle dates to matter, to fucking mean something, but Wooyoung wasn't budging, Wooyoung wasn't giving- and San refused to let his career suffer just for a chance.

Just for the small possibility that Wooyoung might one day finally wake the fuck up.

San shook his head.

"Not to him-"

The words barely made it out before Seonghwa was slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter between them, tipping Yunho's coffee where it spilled over onto the floor, and all San could do was stare as his mind went into a frenzy, his senses blasting into overload.

"Are you really that blind?! God, even Yeosang and Mingi weren't this bad." Seonghwa retorted with a brittle laugh, the sound cutting sharp against San's ears. "So, what? You were planning to just leave without telling him?"

Yunho moved his attention from the mess on the floor to San, eyes soft with worry.

"Seonghwa."

"Of course not." San tried to defend, exasperated, but his throat was closing and his head was buzzing and nothing in that moment made sense besides the slow drip of coffee over the edge of the counter.

He couldn't see anything else.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Seonghwa demanded.

"You need to tell him now, before the semester ends. Are you trying to get back at him or something? Make him feel like shit by just disappearing?"

"Seonghwa!" Yunho shouted frantically, noticing the panic in San's eyes and interfering just as the pain settled right in the center of San's chest, lungs collapsing from the effort to breathe.

Yunho was by San's side in an instant, guiding him to take a seat on the kitchen floor just as his body began to shake.

"It's okay, San. It's gonna- come on, you know he didn't mean it. Seonghwa didn't mean to yell." Yunho soothed, smiling as much as he could, but there was a tremor in his voice that hadn't been there before and San could see his fear, his unabiding concern as he reached for San's face.