Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung quietly make their way back to their dorm after practice that day and there was a certain tension that was wafting in the atmosphere.

When they enter the room it was almost strange because it felt emptier. San's dresser was barren and his bed was rid of it's baby blue bed sheets and large collection of plushies.

Wooyoung lets out a quiet sigh and flops unto his bed. "I'm showering last" He calls out as he turns on his side, pulling out his phone and scrolling through whatever social media he felt like going through.

Yunho only scoffs and Jongho rolled his eyes at the purple haired boy. The rest of the night drew on and eventually both bunkmates finished showering which left Wooyoung.

He got off his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He ended up spending almost an hour just standing under the warmth of the water pouring out the shower head.

I did it. I got rid of him. This is exactly what I wanted, right? So then why do I feel this way? Why do I feel like I made a mistake?

He bit down on his lip in thought as the water fell on his shoulder. It wasn't until the hot water started to run out and cold water followed that he snapped out of his deep trance and realized that he's been in there for a while.

He steps out and wipes himself dry then wraps the towel around his waist and and stares himself in the mirror. His dark purple hair, wet and sticking to his forehead. His bottom lip red and raw from all the furious biting and his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

His grip on the edge of the sink tightens which causes his knuckles to turns white. He lets a strangled groan and allows his head to fall backwards.

"Even if you're gone you still infiltrate my mind. What am I supposed to do?" He says in a soft voice as he looks up the ceiling.

When he went back in the room that's when he notices a metal object on his dresser. He picks it up and realized that it was San's bracelet, the one he got him. He frowns a little as he ran it through his fingers before finally placing it back where he picked it from.

Later that night Wooyoung tossed and tumbled in bed unable to fall asleep. His head was a jumbled mess and his thoughts were shattered beyond repair.

He groans in frustration then throws his blanket off himself, staring intently up at San's bed which was now empty.

"Please-- come back..." He whispers under his breathe.

The next 2 weeks were almost mental anguish for him. He didn't feel like being there anymore and just had an overall nonchalant attitude.

He didn't want to dance. He didn't want to talk. Hell, he didn't even flirt with anyone anymore. He felt like there was no point. The thought of dropping out of KQ had crossed his mind more than once.

He was currently eating his lunch by himself since Hongjoong and everyone else were still kind if giving him the cold shoulder. Plus he just didn't feel like talking to anyone.

He pushed the meatballs back and forth on his plate absentmindedly, his thoughts going back to San. Ever since the shorter left he'd just always been invading Wooyoung's mind. That's what he only thinks about.

Is San ok?

Will I ever see him again?

I miss him. 

I'm so pathetic.

I wonder what he's doing right now.

"You ok?" A voice brings him back to reality and he looks up to meet the caring yet cautious eyes of Hongjoong. Wooyoung was taken back at the fact that the shorter is actually talking to him. He was sure that Hongjoong would continue to ignore him for the rest of the year so he wasn't sure how to respond.

He finally settles with a simple, "I'm fine".

Hongjoong sucks his teeth then sits across from the younger, placing his own lunch on the table. "You don't look like it though"

"What do you want?" Wooyoung asks abruptly and Hongjoong just shrugs.

"To talk"

Wooyoung rolls his eyes at his response and goes back to playing with his meatball.

"Anyways you've been acting kinda strange lately. It almost seems like you feel sorry for playing with his emotions" Hongjoong says nonchalantly, intentionally choosing not to say San's name.

Wooyoung was very well aware of who he was referring to. He sits in silence and continues to play with his already cold food, ignoring what the older said.

"Look I don't really understand you Wooyoung and truth be told I probably never will but I wanna try anyways" Hongjoong says calmly as he looks at the younger who stares at him with a look of annoyance.

His once bright purple hair was fading and was now a dusty lavender. His eyes had small bags underneath them and his chapped lips were frowning down in a scowl. Hongjoong could tell that he was going through something. He just hasn't been the same since San left.

He wants to hate Wooyoung. He really does. But that caring and loving side of him was just too overpowering and all he wanted to do was help the younger.

"Can you just leave me alone. Please" Wooyoung mumbles out as he looks down and finally stabs the meatball in his plate.

"So you can continue to mope around and look like you just lose your house? Here--" Hongjoong replies then he takes out a pen from his hoodie pocket. "--give me your hand"

Wooyoung looks at him like he had grown 2 more heads. "Why?" He asks warily.

"Just give it to me. I'm not gonna stab you or anything... though the thought has crossed my mind a few times" Hongjoong leans over the table and takes his hand by force. He writes an address on the back side of the younger's hand before sitting back down.

"There. That's San's address in Busan. Go talk to him"

Wooyoung blinks a couple times. He wasn't sure if this was a prank or some sort of test. He wasn't in the mood for either one.

"W-what?" He finally stutters out in response.

"I can tell that you miss him. You clearly don't want to be here anymore so don't waste your time and just leave. Go to him before it's too late" He reiterates with a small smile and Wooyoung looks down at the address on his wrist in disbelief. Is he for real?

"I- Thanks but I don't need it"

Hongjoong sighs in exasperation "You know I still don't understand how and why but San seriously loves you and you hurt him bad. What's weird though is that I know you feel the same way but yet you push him away. Why?"

Wooyoung blinks a few times as his mind begins to drift to when he got out the shower the day San left. He noticed the bracelet that he bought the shorter sitting on his dresser. That's when it finally dawned on him what happened.

His eyes begin to tear up again and he quickly rubs them and sniffs a little. Hongjoong just sits and watches him.

Flashes of San's beautiful eye smile and contagious laugh started to go through his mind like a collage of memories. The way he talks, the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he danced, the way laughs, the way he sleeps, the way existed, Wooyoung was in love with it all. And he felt like an idiot for letting him go like that.
 
The tears finally fall and he doesn't try and stop them. Hongjoong looked surprised that the younger was crying. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation. "H-hey don't cry"

"I'm such a fucking idiot. I-" He chokes out then cuts his sentence short when Hongjoong takes his hand in his.

"Go to Busan. Go talk to him" Hongjoong says reassuringly as he stared into the puffy eyes of other.

With that he stands up abruptly and speed walks out of the lunch room making sure to hide his tears soaked cheeks.

Soon he found himself running. Running towards the administrator's office.

Running towards San.

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