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It was almost midnight. Wooyoung was still awake. He couldn't go to sleep because his thoughts kept circling around San.
The door of the room where he was lying down, opened with a soft creaking sound.
"Still awake?" it was obviously Seonghwa.
"S-sorry... Just couldn't sleep right away..." he replied, clearing his throat.
"Let me guess, cause of San?" Seonghwa asked in a confident tone.
Wooyoung sighed audibly. "Yes."
"Hmmmm...." Seonghwa hummed softly and sat beside him while pulling the blanket up Wooyoung's body, covering it fully.
"Mind sharing...?" Seonghwa asked as he made himself comfortable in the bed.
Wooyoung again sighed deeply and sat up too and croosed his legs.
"Nothing too much, just... thinking if he's worrying about me or...not." he hung his head low in disappointment, giving occasional paused between his sentence.
"Hey..." Seonghwa said softly, catching the other's attention, "Don't think too much...just relax... We'll see tomorrow, okay?" Seonghwa completed with a soft smile.
"Thank you, Hwa. You really are my brother..." Wooyoung said with a soft and wide smile.
"And same to you!!" Seonghwa cracked a small laugh.
Seonghwa got off the bed and Wooyoung too lyed down on the bed as Seonghwa again covered the other with blanket.
*BUUUZZZZZZZ!!!*
Suddenly Wooyoung's phone started to ring. Reaching out to his phone, Wooyoung saw it was no one else but San.
Wooyoung gulped audibly.
"San, isn't it?" Seonghwa said, now standing by the door, about to exit the room.
Wooyoung just nodded.
Seonghwa hummed in response.
"Go on. Speak to him, I'm sure he's worried as hell." Seonghwa scoffed at the end and smile.
"But, what if-"
"Wooyoung! Trust yourself! Speak to him..." Seonghwa said in a rather annoyed tone.
"Fin..e.." with that Wooyoung picked up the phone to receive it. Seonghwa exited the room, giving the other a bit of privacy.
Mentally preparing himself for a moment, he clicked on the green button and placed it on his ear.
"Hel-"
And what he heard after that, left him stunned...
- "I..miss you... Wooyoung...." San lowly cried out.
Wooyoung dropped the hand to his side that was holding his phone to his ear.
''I...miss you... Wooyoung...''
Those words repeated continuously in his ears as he kept on breathing heavily.
'Is this the reality or.... Am I just dreaming?!!' Wooyoung thought as he again checked his phone.
"This-...is fucking real!!" he cursed in a low tone and clasped his palm on his mouth to muffle his screams.
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*ALARM STARTS TO RING LOUDLY*
"Urgh..." San groaned as he slowly turned to his side.
San slowly tried to get up to stop that darn alarm.
"SHIT!!-" San cursed loudly.
His phone fell on the group from the top of his stomach where he was holding it and sleeping all night.
Quickly getting up, he picked it up and muted the alarm.
"Urgh..." San softly rubbed his eyes and stood up and streched out a bit.
But as soon as his eyes fell on the empty bed to his side, his face and heart dropped instantly.
Wooyoung....
"Gotta think of something quick 'bout this..." San sighed heavily as he walked outside the room to get fresh.
Getting inside the bathroom, he closed the door.
"San?!" he called out quite loud.
No response.
"Hey San!! Answer me!" now he was a bit annoyed.
Still no response.
"Did you really leave me...?" San said in a low and almost sad voice. "....San....?"
"I-I really need you r-right now..." his voice was on the verge of breaking.
"W-Wooyoungie is....i-is hurt because o-of me..." San's voice broke at the end.
"I need y-your help...San....- h-help me..."
No response....
"You were right... I am still nothing without your help..." San said, sniffed his blocked nose.
Yes, he was now emotional, eyes red and puffy.
"San please response. Don't leave like this....like Wooyoung...-"
Silence still ruled in that room.
"I thought you really wanted me to go away..."
San immediately spun around. His eyes were already wide.
"H-hey! Now please don't disappear like that... P-please..." San practically whimpered.
San just sighed. "I ...- won't..."
There was silence between them for a long time. San continued to shower in peace for a moment.
"I...um... I need your help -"
"I already know it."
"What?! How?" San asked, a bit shocked.
"Don't forget, I still live in your subconscious mind...!" San replied.
"Yeah... right. My bad." San tried to shake off the strange feeling in his mind.
"But how am I supposed to help you in that...?" San said, trying not to sound sad or disappointed.
"Huh?" San was confused.
"I-I mean... It's your l-love interest or life...how am I supposed to help you with that ...?" San completed.
"Com'on San you definitely have more than one way to help and provide me with ideas to get Wooyoung back..." San said as he dressed up.
"I-... Um...-" San was very sceptical with his own feelings when it came to Wooyoung.
"You know very well that I created you to help me in life... And you can't do such a small thi-"
"FINE!!" San practically yelled out in annoyance.
"Thank you...!" San was now fairly happy and a bit hopeful now.
San, on the other hand was more than sceptical. He just hopped everything would be fine.
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After getting out of the bathroom, San quickly dressed up.
"Umm...but what am I supposed to say...?" San asked.
"Pfft! Just ne yourself- I meant myself... And we're good to go...!" San said as if it was the easiest thing on earth.
"It's not that easy! We are different personalities, I can't act like you..." San replied.
"Okay...then just instruct me what to tel-"
"O-okay! I'll try, you don't have to do anything." San immediately replied.
It was clear that he didn't want to leave any chances of talking to Wooyoung, let go.
"I'll handle it."
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