San
I come back to my room after a warm shower, seeing my father and aunt standing in the room with my group mates. They stare at me as I enter the room with no shirt on, only my pants and a towel on my head. I grab a shirt from my dresser and go sit on my bed, I can see the others sitting on my couch and I wave.
"Hello, everyone." I say, no emotion in my voice. I see my aunt run over to me, along with my father, and they hug me and touch me.
"Are you okay? How bad were you hurt?" my father asks, then sees Lily asleep on my bed. I see his eyes grow as big as plates.
"Why did you let yourself get hurt like that? Where is that bastard?" my aunt asks, giving me a once over.
"I'm fine now, I was bad enough that once I got these three here I passed out. I did it to keep Woo safe, and I don't know where he is. I brought everyone here so uncle couldn't touch us." I say, rattling off answers to questions. They are all over me so I can't put my shirt on.
I look over seeing that Woo is almost drooling at my abs, and I look at the others who seem a bit too aware of him staring. I move my family off me and put my shirt on, not for my sake, but for Woo's so he won't be too embarrassed.
"Awww, it was cute seeing Woo staring at something like that," Mingi says, seeming disappointed. I watch as Woo covers his face, but looks over at me with a smile. I return with a, hopefully, warm smile, and get a weird look from my aunt. I return to my cold self and she kneels in front of me, and making me sit.
"Think about your heart for me, I need to check what is left." she tells me, hovering her hand over my heart. I sigh heavily and do as I am told, and I can feel the air around her hand warm. I open my eyes and I see what is left of my heart.
"Well, at least you still have something left, but I didn't know your soul was purple." she says, giving an odd look to me. I shake my head.
"No, my soul is red, almost maroon, like the demon mist, with small flecks of a pale color, maybe purple?" I say, almost whispering the last part. "Woo's color is blue though."
I look at the small shard of my heart that everyone can see. Hearts are roughly the size of your real heart, maybe a bit bigger, but this was as tall as a heart, but as skinny as a pencil. It was sharp, and looked almost like you could cut someone with it. I see it's color is a pretty purple, with purple flecks dancing in it. But looking closer I can see a small crack in it, it's fragile and ready to break again.
"Your heart is a mix of the two?" my father asks Woo. He shrugs and looks at my aunt confused. I watch as she runs over and tells him to do the same, as he does I can see his heart.
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Wooyoung
I see his aunt come over to me and ask me to do the same as she did for San. I am scared that because of what I did that my heart would have changed, but I've not seen it up close yet. When I open my eyes I see a full heart, making San's look sad in comparison, and it is blue on one side with his red and purple flecks combining in the middle for a gorgeous purple.
I can hear as the others gasp at the sight of our hearts by each other. I can see a small crack in his, it's sad and fragile, and mine has a crack, but seems to be healing.
"Thank god, you still have his colors. We may be able to save him," she says, giving me a huge hug, allowing the hearts to disperse. I am shocked, but San seems to pick his head up and look at us, confused and almost happy.
"Wait, you mean we can get old San back? Like his old happy self?" Yunho asks from behind me. I look at San's aunt and she nods, heading over to kneel in front of him again.
I head towards them and she motions me to sit next to him, as I do I can feel that he is somewhat cold next to me. I hug him, hoping it will help, with his heart or his temperature.
"I need you to take down the walls that cut him from you, if you don't, nothing will change." she tells me. I nod and go into my meditation, tearing down all the walls that could block him from me. I see the tattered remains of the thread that was once attached to both of us, and hold it in my hand as I come out of the meditation.
"Are you okay Wooyoungie?" Yeosang asks me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I am lightly crying, and when I look at Yeosangie I feel San's arms wrap around me tight, but in a caring way.
I look at him with my eyes wide, Did that really work? Is that all it took? I think as I turn to see his face. Though when I see his face I feel my heart sink a little, his eyes are still emotionless, but his face has softened. He gently hugs me and sighs deeply into my shoulder.
"Please don't cry Woo," he whispers, and I hear his voice waver a bit.
I look at everyone in the living room area, and they are all staring at us, shocked, confused, and sad. I want my old San back. We all do, the one who makes us laugh when we are sad, the one who can laugh at any situation. I lean into his hug and I can tell that it relaxes him a little.
"What do I do next?" I ask, and I see San's dad sit in a chair by the bed.
"That, we don't know, it's on you guys now. You need something that is significant to you guys in some way, the more powerful it is the better. Though you only get one chance to get him back, so you need to be careful of what it is." his dad tells me.
Eventually I watch as San's aunt takes people to a different room, and San's dad tells us we should try finding out what the item is. I sigh as they leave, not knowing where to start looking. It could be just about anything at this point,
I smile as I feel San wrapped around me, and go to pull away so I can get up, but he pulls me closer to him. I giggle, remembering how he is when he's clingy.
"Sannie, are you feeling better?" I ask and turn to look at him, his eyes still seem like voids, but I can see a small spark in there.
"I don't know what I'm feeling." he responds.
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San
I hold Woo closer, not wanting to let him go. I can't tell what is me feeling, and what is my instincts kicking in, all I know is that I need to hold him. I feel him squirm in my arms, trying to get up, but I keep hold of him.
"Sannie, are you feeling better?" he asks me, shocked and happy. I can see in his face that he is excited, but watching his eyes turn to disappointment it made me feel something, but I can't tell what. Disappointment? Sadness? Regret?
"I honestly don't know what I'm feeling," I say, trying to add a bit of emotion to my voice, which is easier than I thought it would be. When he looks into my eyes again he takes my face in his hands, and tears up.
"Sannie, we will get you back to your old self, the one who makes me smile, the one whos laughs and smiles brightens up a room. I will try everything we can to get your emotions back." he says looking deep into my deadened soul. I can feel something wet on my face, and he rubs my cheek getting rid of what I assume is a tear.
"I will try my hardest too," I say, nuzzling into his hand. He pulls me into a kiss and I can feel his emotions in it, his fear, love, and his want to fix me. I smile into the kiss and when he pulls away I can see that he is wiping away tears.
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With everyone back we decide to go back to our house, but have everyone with either me or one of the girls as protection. During the nights the girls will be on watch and we set up a system that if something happens we will call my father and aunt.
"I guess we should all get ready for bed," HongJoong hyung says and I watch as everyone heads to their rooms. I go with Woo, and he sits on the bed holding something in his hands. He hides it when he sees me watching, but I get changed while he watches. I don't care as he stares, but eventually I can feel him touch my back.
"Can you sleep shirtless tonight?" he asks me. I go to my old self, trying not to make him sad, and smirk at him. I put the shirt down on the dresser and I pull him close to me.
"As you wish Little one," I whisper to him. I see him blush and he holds my hand, pulling me to the bed. As we lay down I feel him curl into my chest and I wrap myself around him, hoping to hold him together as he sleeps. I watch as he slowly falls asleep in my arms and when I know he is asleep I follow close behind.