Soo I recommend you re read the first half of Ch 21 and maybe a little 22? for those of you that read them a year ago and probably don't remember much about Wooyoung's past. Though it's not necessary!

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The wind blows aggressively outside, whistling past Wooyoung's window. He turns on his bed with a tired grunt, facing the window. The blinds were open and sunlight fell directly on his eyes momentarily imparing his vision.

He winces and shifts away from the tangy orange of the setting sun streaming on thar particular section of his bed.

The house was quiet. As usual. But the last 2 weeks, since San left for school, it had been too quiet. It shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary for him because before his mom remarried San's dad he was often home alone but this time it felt... different.

It was just a feeling indescribable. But to put it into the most simplest of terms, he felt void.

He hears his phone buzz somewhere in the sheets indicating an incoming call. He grunts in annoyance and lazily digs through all the tangled bed sheets, food wrappers, clothes and other junk on his bed.

Eventually the phone stops ringing and he thought about giving up on his search and returning to his nap. Something he'd been spending most of his day doing as of recent. That thought is quickly dismissed when the phone started buzzing again.

"Fuck, what is it?" He curses, brows creased in irritation. He finds the phone and glances at the caller ID. He rolls his eyes and brings it to his ear. He brushes his overgrown bangs out of his face as he sits up on the bed.

"Hey" Wooyoung mumbles.

"Hey beautiful, been a minute. What are you up to?" BC's husky voice rings through the small device and Wooyoung couldn't help but cringe away. He takes deep breath though and decides to go along with whatever he called him for.

"Nothing. Just at home"

"Damn, did your dog die or something?" The older male jokes. "You've been kind of out of the social scene for a while, you ok?"

Wooyoung almost wanted to laugh knowing the man was only pretending to check up on him to get some brownie points then follow up with a request to hook up.

"I'm good" He says simply.

"You sure? It's pushing on week 3 and you haven't hit me up asking to go to a party. Very unlike you"

"I said I'm ok" Wooyoung presses, his voice comes out a bit more forceful than he intended. He swallows. "S-sorry. I just needed sometime to myself"

"Okay" BC responds, deciding to drop it. "There's this new gay night club that opened in Itaewon, wanna go check it out later?"

Wooyoung thought about it then decided, fuck it. "Yeah. Why not" He rubs his temple.

"Sweet. Pick you up at 10"

Wooyoung hums. "Ok"

The call ends without another word. He tosses his phone to the side and falls back on the bed with a longing sigh. He brings his body pillow to his chest, hugging it tight. I miss him so much..

He shuts his eyes and lets his hand trail down his chest, stomach and then his crotch. "San.." He whispers under his breath as he gropes himself through his sweatpants. A shaky sigh escapes the small space between his lips and his member quickly responds to his touch, rising in arousal.

He slowly slips his hand into his pants and finally wraps his hand around himself. The friction was too uncomfortable so he quickly pulls back his hand and pulls his sweatpants down his hips, spit in his palm before returning to his dick.

By the now the body pillow lays on the side, forgotten. He pulls his shirt up exposing his slender hips, flat stomach and silver belly button piercing. He free hand slips under his shirt and rubs at his hardening nipples. He throws his head back as he slowly stroked himself.

He imagines that it's San's hand slowly and methodically pumping his hardened member. That the older male was on top of him litering open mouthed kissed all over his revealed neck and jawline the way he loved to do.

Wooyoung shivers. His lips catching between his teeth and eyes still remained closed. His imagination felt too real. Like San was really there, like he could really feel his body warmth on him, his wet lips on his neck, his intoxicating scent.

"San.. I-" He moans out, brows furrowed in pleasure as his hand picks up speed around his dick.

"What is it, Woo?" San's mumbles in a throaty voice by his ear before capturing his ear lobe between his teeth. Wooyoung's gasps and his back arches off the bed. His breathing picks up as his release drew near.

"I- I need you. I miss you" He whispers out in his own raspy voice, desperate for more of his touches.

"Cum for me Woo. I wanna hear your say my name loud and clear" San whispers in his mouth.

Wooyoung chokes back a moan, eyes still screwed shut and hand a blur on his hard member. The head of his dick red and throbbing and ready to explode.

"Mghh fuck.. San!" He moans loudly, voice ringing around the room and perhaps echoing through his door. He was grateful that no one else was home because he couldn't hold back the moan that escapes his lips as he came on his  hand. The sticky substance shooting on his stomach and slowly rolling down his knuckles.

His head was foggy and by the time it cleared up and he opened his eyes he realized that he was alone once again. San wasn't there.

He stares at the ceiling in silence as his breathing evened out. I miss you so fucking much...

Wooyoung was impressed. He could hear the sound of the bass from the club before he even stepped out of BC's car. The building looked very newly built and quite modern. Obviously he'd never been to it before which made it that much more exciting.

"So far not bad" He comments as he slams the car door shut. BC snickers at him as he follows and locks the car.

"Trust me, it's a lot better inside" He already begins making his way inside and Wooyoung trails behind him.

Needless to say, it was a full house. Alcohol and sweat and who knows what else wafts up his nose upon arrival inside. Nothing he wasn't used to. The dark purple flashing lights were wild and a but chaotic. The dj actually looked like he knew what he was doing and the dance floor was packed with bodies on each other.

He should be excited, thrilled even, but despite being in his element he couldn't bring himself to actually enjoy the moment. He thought that by coming here everything would click back into place and he'd end up losing himself and forgetting about San at least for that night.

"I need a drink" He announces and quickly makes his way to the bar. He wasn't aware that BC had followed him until he turns and sees the older male leaning on the bar and already ordering his own drink.

"What?" BC asks, slightly amused. "I wanna get drunk too"

"How am I getting home?" Wooyoung whines at the fact that his ride was choosing to drink.

"Just call an uber after" He says in an 'obviously' tone just as he throws back a shot of something. He winces and groans as he downs the liquid. "That hits everytime"

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and order his own drink. And it was a lot.

He'd like to think he had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol but he already quite buzzed in no time. But not buzzed enough to go dancing and end up hooking up with some random guy. No, he'd need a lot more drinks before he got to that point. For now he was content with drinking by himself at the bar.

A couple people had tried flirting with him. A few guys in their 20s, older men, guys his age. He didn't give them much attention though so they would quickly give up and move on.

Later that night he began feeling light headed but stepped down the tall bar stool and made his way to the washrooms. He stumbled over his own feet a few times and caught himself on the wall each time.

Eventually he makes it to the washroom and was greeted with a lewd sounds of a guy moaning followed by skin slapping against skin coming from one of the stalls.

He doesn't pay any attention to them and just shuffles to the urinal. Once he was done he goes to the sink to wash his hands. Just then the door to the washroom swings open and he doesn't notice that someone else had entered the space, that is until he feels a pair of eyes.. watching him.

He looks up from the faucet, looking at the mirror and at the person standing behind him. He immediately stumbles back once he saw who it was. His mouth turns dry, eyes widen, his wet hands shakes by his side.

Because looking at him with a pair of deep brown eyes, was Matthew. His lips lifted up ever so slightly in amusement and wide eyes daring Wooyoung to say something first.

Wooyoung was frozen. He was up against the long counter with 3 sinks spaced between each other. His butt pressed against the cold marble. His heart rate slowly picks up speed and his breathing becomes laboured.

There's no way he's really here right now.. Im seeing things yep. I didn't even drink that much... "Matthew?" His voice came out small and panicky. Eyes turning glossy with apprehensive tears.

"Wooyoung-ah" His name rolls off his tongue in the way he remembered. "It's been a while" He says with a wider smile.

To be continued...

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This is technically the end of the book lol I'm currently sliding down the wall, sobbing and throwing up like wdym it's over? 🤧

Excited to say though that since pretty much everyone wants a sequel I'll start planning for it. There's still a seongjoong chapter left so look forward to that on Thursday! I'll save all my closing comments and thanks till then ❤