Wooyoung let himself get dragged to sit on the couch. He could hear Yeosang scolding him for letting himself get injured.

"What would you do without me?" Yeosang sighed when he finally settled down in front Wooyoung. Dropping a the medicine kit beside him, he gently took Wooyoung's bloodied knuckle.

"I won't be able to live without you." Wooyoung muttered under his breath, catching Yeosang's attention. Yeosang kissed Wooyoung's forehead before he pull a cotton and a medicine out to dab it gently on the wound.

"You can." Yeosang said softly, eyes avoiding Wooyoung and that's when it hits him. Has it always been like this? Was he really that stupid to notice the subtle signs Yeosang gave?

At that moment, Wooyoung wanted to cry out. Yeosang pecked the bandaged knuckle, it has been a habit for Yeosang to kiss the bandaged wound after treating it. It made Wooyoung smile sadly, every memory surround his bestfriend and it made his heart get pinch. Losing him... It was too difficult for Wooyoung.

Wooyoung smiled, cuddling towards Yeosang. He missed this. He miss the warmth that radiated off of Yeosang, the perfume mixing with the smell of the detergent Yeosang use. It made Wooyoung relax on the older's arms.

"What happened?" Yeosang asked after a while of comfortable silence between them. Wooyoung have his head on Yeosang's lap, as Yeosang ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. It made Wooyoung heart beat, he wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Yeosang forever, he wanted to feel the warmth of his bestfriend forever.

But fate had different plans.

It was the night. The night Wooyoung could never forget.

He watched Yeosang smile and laugh with his friends, it was obvious but Wooyoung ignored it.

"Is it just me or is Yeosang becoming more active?" He heard Hongjoong speak to him, Wooyoung looked to his right to see the eldsr leaning back on the couch. Wooyoung gazed at Yeosang in wonder, he watch as his bestfriend laugh at some dumb joke Yunho threw. Wooyoung shook his head.

"He's fine."

It was a lie.

Nothing was fine. Wooyoung paced on his own apartment, fingers running through his hair. Phone held tightly in his hand as he called Yeosang for the last fifthy times. He left messages, and asked the other if they know where he was.

Nothing came back.

Then he discovered when Yeosang's parents called him, sobbing onto the phone. It was like Wooyoung's whole world crashed down on him.

"Yeosang is dead."

Looking up at Yeosang was never difficult, but this time. He couldn't lift his own eyes to look at Yeosang's piercing stare.

"Woo?" Yeosang's hand stopped combing Wooyoung's hair. His hand gently cupping Wooyoung's cheek.

"It's nothing." He finally looked at Yeosang, tears falling freely. He watch as Yeosang frown and he felt himself get pulled into a hug.

"Everything will be okay." Yeosang whispered beside Wooyoung's ears. Ir made Wooyoung cry even more.

No. It will not be okay.