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me
san???
are you free
where_san_sings
in all of my glory, yes
me
uhm
idk how to say this but
i don't rly have anyone else rn and i just need someone's help
where_san_sings
are u okay??
me
i don't rly know
it feels weird
where_san_sings
can u try to describe it to me woo?
me
hot
it's so hot
dizzy too
where_san_sings
and what about ur breathing? please can you describe that for me too?
me
fast
it's like
ik i'm not but it almost feels like i'm suffocating??
idk i've never felt this way before
where_san_sings
hey it's okay
i'm here woo it's okay
i'm not sure how you'll feel about this but can i call u?
me
oh
where_san_sings
all i want to do is help i promise but i completely understand if you're not comfy with that
me
no thats okay san
where_san_sings
are u sure??
please be honest with me
me
i'm sure
seen
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using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears streaking his expression with pain, wooyoung brings a hand to his chest, which twitches now and then in its movement. he grows startled at its rapid pace, along with surprise that he hasn't already notice the heavy, booming sound echoing into his ears.
interfering with wooyoung's fear, his phone abruptly vibrates in his clammy palms. he blinks throughout his incoherent breathing, multiple times, only now realising what he's done to himself.
but, reminding himself that all the latter wants to do is help, wooyoung nervously picks up the call.
"hey," says a voice almost immediately — san's voice — rushed, yet warm. although wooyoung can, most likely, recognise the voice from a mile away, it feels different when directed at him somehow. "woo?"
"h-hi," wooyoung struggles in a whisper, internally cursing himself for how pathetic he sounds. god, san is probably going to think he's so weird.
"hi, woo." san is delicate, even through his worry, and wooyoung can't help but imagine a small smile on his lips. "i can hear a little, but your breathing — how is it? has it gotten any better?"
wooyoung shakes his head. then, his cheeks burn in humiliation, because san can't even see him. "i-i don't—" he pauses, clenching his eyes shut. "i don't th-think so, n-no..."
"that's alright," san assures instantly. "because i'm going to help you. that's why i'm here, remember?" wooyoung mumbles out a quiet hum of acknowledgement, a fresh wave of tears pooling over his eyes, his chest heaving up and down. "we're going to take deep breaths together, okay? have you done this before?"
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
SING ME TO SLEEP, woosan
Hayran Kurgu"... sing to me? what- like, sing me to sleep?" "unless that's too corny for you, that's exactly what i'm offering." in which jung wooyoung suffers with insomnia and relies on an anonymous singer on instagram to make his nights a little less lonely...
