Touchdown | WooSan [ON HOLD]

[1] - Honeymoon?

It was 8pm.

San and Wooyoung has finished the last of their packing for tomorrow's flight. It was an early flight, taking off at 5:45am, so they were both hoping to get some sleep before they had to check out of the hotel.

"San~ do we really have to go back?" Wooyoung asked, hugging San from behind and resting his head on the older's shoulder.

"Of course, don't you want to go home and see your family?" San sighed. This wasn't the first time Wooyoung asked the question so San was beginning to get tired of repeating himself.

"You are my family."

San turned around in Wooyoung's embrace to face him. He allowed their foreheads to touch, enjoying the warmth of their hug.

"I want to stay like this..." Wooyoung whispered. "I want to stay happy... with you, forever..."

The tension between the two males grew as they remained in each other's hold.

"You know I'll always be with you, no matter what, but we'll still be happy when we go back... won't we?" San had pulled back from Wooyoung, sitting down on the edge of their shared bed.

"Yes, but..." Wooyoung went to sit next to San, staring at his lap. "San you know what they're like. Once we get back, it's catch up time with all the work we've missed and people... people might not support us as much if we tell them about-"

"Tell them about what?" San said, shifting himself further away from the younger. "That two friends went on their secret honeymoon?"

"San!"

"Come on, tell me what's the point of this ring if it has no meaning. We're still the same as we were from day one Wooyoung and nothing's going to change that."

San stood up, slipping on his shoes and walking over to the door.
"Face it Woo, we'll never really be more than friends."

He slammed the door shut, leaving Wooyoung in their room to cry alone.

-

It was 11pm now and there was still no sign of San coming back. Wooyoung thought about running after San, but he knew that it was best to leave him alone. On the other hand, it was starting to get late and Wooyoung began to worry.

He paced the room a number of times before collapsing onto the bed and reached out for his phone.