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wooyoung missed san. a lot.
all the members were currently cooped up in a hotel, doing their mandatory quarantine. aside from san, his dear san, who apparently hasn’t been through enough this year according to the universe and tested positive for covid, hence the quarantining. wooyoung’s fine, he promises. except he isn’t. he was, to put it lightly, going batshit insane inside these four walls. at one point wooyoung even thought that if the horrendously painted magnolia coloured walls could talk they would ask what they did wrong to deserve so many unwarranted death stares.
he tried to busy himself, everyone collectively agreed to make an effort to entertain atiny‘s the best they could. although wooyoung wasn’t entirely sure if it was more for the fans peace of mind than theirs - if seonghwa’s late night kakaotalk emoji adventures in the groupchat were anything to go by.
it’s currently around 11pm, at least he thinks it is. he doesn’t even know what day it is anymore. he just finished up a vlive around an hour ago, his turn for the relay vlive that the members all agreed upon doing to pass the time. wooyoung would actually consider it to be one of the easiest vlives he’d done in a while, aside from the absolutely mortifying ‘mission’ he received from yeosang, that is. if anyone says that he wrote his name with his ass on a live broadcast to hundreds and thousands of viewers - no he didn’t.
sannie: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ur so cute
ur watching???
sannie: of course
sannie: wouldn’t miss it for the world
uh huh. tell me that when ur not stuck in isolation
sannie: gladly
sannie: now stop looking at ur laptop and entertain atiny! i didn’t come here to be bored
the only downside to said vlive would probably have been the comments. almost every single message coming through was about san and his current condition, people understandingly concerned about him. wooyoung was too. but without making himself look like a lost puppy all he could do was helplessly say he was doing ok and that he missed him. an understatement to say the least.
sannie: i miss u too. so much.
after saying goodbye and goodnight to the fans, wooyoung cleaned up and ate the dinner which the hotel provided - it tasted like dust, like most of his meals right now. no fault of the hotel though, he just felt so lonely. it’s no surprise that being surrounded by his friends and family, the people he loves the most, is ranked very highly on wooyoung’s list of things he can’t live without. he craves physical attention and communication - he always has.
so realistically, being stuck with no company but his own for fourteen whole days sounds like an absolute nightmare. and it is. it had only been a few days but he already missed waking up to the sound of yeosang muttering curse words under his breath, courtesy of jongho leaving his stuff everywhere. or seonghwa routinely cleaning the kitchen - occasionally giving wooyoung a judgemental look at the ridiculously huge cup of coffee he makes everyday to survive, without fail tutting when said coffee inevitably gets spilled on the counter he just wiped down. twice.
one thing wooyoung never considered though, even when the world turned upside down all those months ago, was that he’d ever be without his partner in crime for so long. or at all. his best friend, his other half. it never crossed his mind that this would happen, his sannie was healthy. he never thought he’d have to go so long without the cuddles, the pecks to the cheeks, foreheads and tip of noses. spending almost every minute of every hour together. and as dramatic and pathetic as it sounds, it hurts. it really fucking hurts. wooyoung doesn’t like the feeling.
so here he was now, sitting on his bed absentmindedly tracing the tattoo on his thigh. the skin tingling underneath the movements from his fingertip. he thinks of the nights they would spend laying in silence, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of san’s neck, san gently doing the same tracing motions on wooyoung’s leg. they didn’t sleep straight away, after hours of playfully bickering during the day they both often just craved each other’s presence.
there’s no place he’d rather be, wooyoung thinks.
now wooyoung isn’t stupid. he knows what he and san have isn’t what most consider a normal friendship. everyone and their grandma can see that they’ve always been extremely close, since the day they met neither of them ever once felt uncomfortable around one another. wooyoung doesn’t believe in most things, but he believes in fate. he can’t imagine being without san and he doesn’t want to. cue the current meltdown he’s having.
like he said, definitely fine.
and if almost like magic he gets a phone call from the one person he misses the most, he’ll remember to thank whichever god exists up in the stars for bringing san to him all those years ago. wooyoung thinks san was a star picked specifically for him.
“i miss you.”
“you said that already.”
“shut up” he smiled “i’m allowed to miss you, aren’t i?”
a soft giggle from the other end plays like music to his ears.
“i miss you more angel, but we’ll see each other soon…”
“i love you, you know?”
“i love you too” wooyoung whispers, his heart feeling warmer than it has in days.
he’ll tease san for being soppy tomorrow instead, he thinks.