San helped Wooyoung into the vehicle and buckled on the seatbelt for him. He took off his suit jacket and placed it over the male’s front before heading to the driver's seat.

They were quiet. Extremely quiet. Yongbok didn't know what was going on but he remained quiet and didn’t question anything.

They arrived at Wooyoung's apartment and Yongbok stuck his head out the window, hugging the male before letting him go. San just watched from the driver’s seat and smiled at Wooyoung warmly.

The purple-haired male accidentally took San's jacket with him but he didn't mind and just let him go. Hopefully, he'd get it back sometime soon.

Wooyoung quickly opened his front door, not bothering to take off his shoes, and headed straight for his head with Sans jacket clutched tightly to his chest. He dropped face-first onto his small bed and began to let hot tears fall out.

"Fuck. I'm so weak," he cried into his pillow. "I thought I was healing."

He cried and cried, his body getting tired from sobbing but he didn’t stop. He wanted all the pain out.

He lay in bed, face down with his feet hanging off the edge and fully clothed. He had no plans on removing any clothing articles and fell asleep just as how he arrived. He had a deep sleep and because of that, he never woke up in time for work and his alarm didn't go off since his phone died sometime throughout the night.

._._.

San allowed himself through the front door in the morning after dropping Yongbok at school and looked around the pitiful place. It was fully barren. Hardly any furniture besides the table and two chairs that came in the apartment and that was about it. It didn't look like anyone lived there and he would have thought he was in the wrong place if he hadn't seen some plates in a drying rack.

San walked to the bedroom and felt a pain in his chest when he saw a fully clothed Wooyoung face down and asleep on the bed with his jacket hugged tightly under him. It was obvious the younger had no energy the night before and simply fell asleep in full attire.

"I'm sorry Woo but I have to wake you up," San whispered into the quiet room.

San sat beside the purple-haired male and gently ran his fingers through his hair to wake him up. It seemed to be working and the male began to stir. But instead of calmly waking up, Wooyoung let out a scream and fell to the ground.

San quickly got off the bed and sat beside Wooyoung on the floor, helping him to sit and placed him between his legs so his back could rest against the tallers chest.

"It’s okay," San soothed. "It's just me."

Wooyoung let tears pool out of his eyes and he wiped them away bitterly. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to feel disgusted, he didn't want to stay hurt all his life.

"Sannie?" Wooyoung choked out.

"Hmm?"

"Can I have a day off today? I can't handle this. I'm sorry but I think I'll pass out if I work today," he sobbed, coughing a little bit.

"Don't apologize. I don't know why you’re hurting but I can tell it’s something big and I know it takes time to recover after hurt. Take today off and if you're feeling better tomorrow, then go to work but if you don't, then stay home as well," San reassured, leaning against the bed with his hands rubbing Wooyoung's chest and stomach.

"I'm sick and tired of it. I'm sick of this shit and I’m sick of being a fuck up. San, if I disappear, don't be concerned. Tell Yongbok I love him very much and he made my days exciting. Thank you for being so kind and for being the one person I felt I could trust but I think you should go," Wooyoung cried. "It's been too long. I can’t handle it."

San was puzzled. He didn't want to interpret Wooyoung's words wrong and hoped he wasn't planning on doing what he thought he was going to.

"Jung Wooyoung, I swear if you do any of the bad shit I'm thinking of, I'll never allow it and I'll never live in peace again.."

"Listen, San, I have never lived in peace and I've only known you for a little over a month. Me disappearing from your life wouldn't hurt you that much and I wouldn't hurt anymore. It'll make everyone happy," Wooyoung cried, turning to face San on the floor and looking into his eyes, his own face shiny and streaked.

"Maybe I can help you," San whispered, delicately wiping away the warm, flowing liquid.

"You can’t. Just let me go."

San was stubborn or mayhaps he was just choosing the right decision but he wasn't going to let Wooyoung go. Instead, he tightened his hold around the younger and buried his face in his neck.

Wooyoung didn’t push away and inhaled San’s calming scent. His mind flashing back to the time when San first dropped him at home and being asked what number he lived in. It wasn't exactly the best time to ask questions but Wooyoung suddenly wanted to know. 

Probably that just being a distraction from his current state.

“Why did you ask me what number I lived in when we first met?” Wooyoung asked, rubbing his nose on San’s shoulder.

“I used to live in here with Yongbok before I was given the opportunity to become CEO.”

Wooyoung’s mouth formed an “o” shape and he sniffled a bit. It was a bit surprising to know San once lived in the same place as him and had moved from the sad environment to a better one.

"Come on, let's get you in a nice shower, and then we can talk some more."

Wooyoung didn't argue with San's suggestion and let himself be helped by his boss. He didn't care anymore and allowed San to carefully remove his layers of clothes leaving him to sit on the closed toilet in only his boxer briefs.

He felt San's disapproving stare as he examined his thin figure. He wasn't thin to the point of it being too serious but the ribs were beginning to show and San didn’t like that.

"Wooyoung-ie, we'll have to also get you a nice meal, okay?"

Wooyoung didn’t respond and instead watched as San adjusted the water in his small stand-up shower. It only took a few seconds to do so and he wasted no time in standing from his seat and stripping off his last remaining clothing article. San looked away with heat traveling up his face. 

San didn’t move from inside the bathroom and just stood leaning against a wall. He heard a couple of painful sobs come from the purple-haired male and it took him all it had to not go into the shower and wrap him in a hug.

Hesus Christ it hurt. It hurt to know the one person San had come to really like was hurting. It hurt that he didn't know what was bothering the younger and he couldn't help. It hurt that the purple-haired male was willing to disappear from everyone's lives. And it hurt to know that someone was the cause of this precious male’s suffering.

San found a fluffy towel in one of the cabinets and it appeared to have never been used. Wooyoung stopped the water and San awaited him with the fluffy towel wide open to wrap around him once he emerged.

"Please. I don't have any energy to get dressed," Wooyoung whispered, leaning against San once he was wrapped in the towel.

"It’s okay. I can help you if you want."

Wooyoung nodded and slowly walked to his room, sitting on his bed. The towel fell from where it had been on his shoulders and pooled around his waist.

He didn't know why he was letting San help him. He had never let anyone near him and never trusted a soul but suddenly he felt he could somewhat trust San to an extent? 

He thought he was going mad for allowing that.

San found a large t-shirt and helped Wooyoung slip it on and found a pair of boxer briefs which Wooyoung put on by himself while San looked away. Wooyoung refused a pair of pants and simply curled himself into a ball under his blanket.

It was quiet for a moment until the silence was interrupted by San's ringing phone. 

"I'll be back in a moment," San said, not expecting an answer back from the younger and walked out of the bedroom.

"Hello?"

"San, I don't know if you realized BUT YOU ARE AN HOUR LATE and you have a meeting in FIFTEEN MINUTES!" Hongjoong yelled.

"Yeah. Please do me a favour and cancel my entire schedule for today or take my place and attend the meetings. Either way, I won’t mind," San instructed, pacing in the same living room he used to live in.

"What do you mean CANCEL? What could possibly be more important than this meeting? CHOI SAN I WILL BEAT YOUR A-"

A gasp came from the line and San waited for Hongjoong to return to keep yelling at him but he never returned. Instead, it was another voice.

"I'm sorry about that, San," Seonghwa apologized on behalf of his husband. "I could hear him from the other hall and I immediately rushed to shut him up."

San laughed and shook his head in amusement.

"It's okay. How did you get him to be quiet so fast?"

"Kind of embarrassing but he was in the main workroom yelling while everyone tried working so I simply shoved my tongue down his throat and got him to shut up."

San was deeply amused. He could imagine his secretary's face going beet red, maybe even matching Seonghwa's red hair, in embarrassment.

"Alright, please convince Hongjoong to do either of the options I gave him and tell him I'm skipping for a worthy cause."

With that, San bid farewell and hung up, walking back to Wooyoung's room.

He didn't know what to do and chose to sit on the floor by the head of the bed and do nothing. There was nothing he could do and remained like that for a solid ten minutes. 

"Oh fuck! Jung Wooyoung, you're supposed to eat!"

Wooyoung was sleeping but he didn't wake up to San's sudden recollection and remained asleep for another hour and a half until his food was ready. 

San was a bit shocked and slightly disappointed at the lack of food in the home and went out to buy a couple of groceries in order to prepare a meal. He didn't know what Wooyoung liked to eat so he guessed based on what the younger had eaten and had not eaten at his house two days prior.

He ended up making vegetables such as broccoli and cauliflower along with grilled salmon and a cup of orange juice. It wasn't that "WOW" but it was still tasty and San hoped the younger could agree.

"Young-ie~," San gently called out, shaking Wooyoung's shoulder a little bit after he plated the food.

It wasn't too easy to wake up the male who had fallen into a deep sleep but San managed by tickling his side. The purple-haired male woke up with giggles coming out of him and he turned from his side to face San with a large smile. 

"Morning sleepyhead," San greeted, his dimples on full display.

"Morning."

Wooyoung seemed to be in a good mood and San was glad about that. The purple-haired male didnt seem to be filled with sadness anymore and overall seemed like the person San had grown to know from the beginning. He sat up on his bed and blearily scanned his room.

Wooyoung's eyes opened in shock at the food San had prepared, not expecting anything of the sort. He reached out to grab it from his boss but before he could actually get his hands on it, the plate was pulled away.

"No way am I letting you feed yourself," San said, looking at the youngers hands and taking a seat beside him. "Do you see the way they’re trembling?"

Indeed, Wooyoung's hands shook like a leaf in a hurricane. And the worst part? Wooyoung had the audacity to look surprised at that even though he knew he wasn't eating properly.

Without saying another word, San stabbed a piece of broccoli with the fork and held it up to Wooyoung's mouth. At first, the younger male whined and complained about being able to feed himself but San gave him a pointed expression which silenced the younger male.

Finally, after an entire twenty minutes, Wooyoung was finished eating as much as he could and San held him against his chest while rubbing the younger's back. The plate and cup were on the floor while Wooyoung sat comfortably leaning against San's chest with a full stomach.

It seemed as if some form of switch flipped inside Wooyoung and he realized what kind of position they were in. Him on his bed with his boss? What kind of thing was that? He didn't even have a close relationship with San yet there they were on his bed as if they knew each other for ages and were married or at least dating.

He could admit, San was the first person he felt some form of attraction to but a relationship with him wasn't possible. For instance, San was rich and successful and what about Wooyoung? He had barely finished high school and was nowhere near successful. San already had high levels of responsibility that the younger would crumble and disintegrate under the weight of and Wooyoung could hardly be responsible for himself. And the last reason which seemed to be the biggest problem, Wooyoung came with baggage which he himself didnt want to deal with.

So how would a relationship between two people on completely different levels of the food chain work out? In Wooyoung's book, it simply wouldn't.

"Are you okay?" San asked, noticing the way Wooyoung slightly tensed against him and remained completely still.

"Uh, haha, yeah. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

San slightly frowned at that but figured it was nothing.

"Nah, I have off today so it’s okay."

Sure, it was definitely a day off and Hongjoong wasnt fuming in the offices back at the company.