"Why did you leave?" Wooyoung opened the metal door to see San leaning on the fence. 

"You got a job now. you probably should focus on that." San didn't turn towards Wooyoung.

"You didn't exactly answer my question." He walk towards San, leaning on the fence beside him. Wooyoung turned to San to see the other wearing a blank face, "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing." San answered, hoping that the other won't push it. 

"Oh come on, there is definitely something-" Wooyoung reach out to San, to grab the arm of the other to get attention. San quickly pulled himself away from the fence and stumbled backwards, away from Wooyoung. "San..."

"Don't you ever dare touch me." Wooyoung is confused as to why San suddenly is acting like this, he turned towards San.

"Why are you acting like this?" San looked away, wrapping his body with his arms. 

"Why don't you just leave?" Wooyoung flinched at the harsh tone San used on him. "There is absolutely nothing wrong."

"Your attitude right now is saying something else. There is definitely something."

"Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?" Wooyoung gulped, walking backwards in fear. San turned to him, realizing what he had just done, "I didn't mean to yell at you, Wooyoung-"

"No, fuck you! I thought I could finally start my life back up, but you just had to be an ass about it." Wooyoung turned his back towards San and ran towards the metal door, he looked over his shoulder, giving San a hard glare before running away from him.

*~*~*~*

Wooyoung ran away from the building, pushing among the people when reached the crowded area. He didn't know where he is going to go, he just ran mindlessly through the crowded streets until it reach a town he barely recognizes. 

His eyes are going blurry, gasping out for breath. He didn't expect to bump into someone, but he did. He let out a gasp, hands reach out to the ground as he fall to the ground hard, scratching his palms in the process. Wooyoung sniffled, looking up to the person that crouched down in front of him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, "Why are you crying? Does anything hurt?" The guy reached for Wooyoung's face and wiped the tears falling from Wooyoung's eyes using his thumb. Wooyoung looked at him, he touched his face to feel the wet tears staining his cheeks. 

Wooyoung didn't even notice that he started to cry, all he remembered was running away. Away from San, away from the building. He looked up towards the guy then at his surroundings. He is unfamiliar of the town. 

"Wait." The guy said, putting his arms under Wooyoung's shoulder and carrying him to the bench. "I'm going to buy something quickly." He said then turned on his heels and walked away from Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He pressed his knees to his chest and buried his head in between his chest and knees. The guy came back with a grocery bag in hand, he settled the grozery bag beside Wooyoung and shrugged off his jacket to wrap it around Wooyoung.

"Let me see your hand." Wooyoung looked up at him, weakly giving his hand to the stranger. The other gently took his hand, taking out a cotton, a disinfectant wipes, an ointment and a bandage. He crouched down so that he have a better view of Wooyoung's hands.

"I used to always bump into strangers too." The stranger started, gently wiping Wooyoung's hand with the disinfectant wipes. "They would always scold me, and my parents would get angry because I have scratches like this too." He chuckled, opening the ointment and adding it to the cotton. "I learned how to treat it because of my mom. She's really nice, but she would slap in the back of the head after getting myself treated." He dabbed on Wooyoung's scratches lightly, taking notice of the other wincing. 

"I remember as well that I got my ankle twisted, and had this white bandage surrounding my ankle. I could barely move," He wrapped Wooyoung's hand with the bandage, "My bestfriend would write silly stuff there like 'You're an idiot, but sadly I love you.'" Wooyoung chuckled at that, the guy looked up at him with a satisfied smile for finally putting a smile on Wooyoung.

He stood up from his crouched position and dusted his pants, he sat down beside Wooyoung. "Mind telling me why you were crying?" He asked, Wooyoung put down his legs and looked at the bandaged hand on his lap.

"It was an argument between my friend and I." He started, "I was homeless, and he showed me where someone would accept someone like. I got a job with the help of him but he just disappeared, I went towards our hangout place, if you call it. He just... He just acted really bad... He got angry at me when I was about to touch him, and I just... I got scared of him... It brought me back a lot of memories..."

"I used to have a friend like that too," The stranger looked up to the sky, "He was always sensitive and he gets angry at simple things. Just wait a few days, I think your friend just needs some space. I think that something reminded him for him to act like that." He chuckled, "You'll soon forget about that fight and maybe laugh about it in the future." 

"Hopefully..." Wooyoung said, staring at the person sitting beside him. He have a unique black hair, similarly like San's but San have a unique color blue on the tips of his hair. Wooyoung stood up, and the black-haired followed his movements. "It's getting late... I think I have to go home." Wooyoung smiled at the guy.

"Do you mind if I walk you home? I feel that you're unfamiliar around this neighbourhood." Wooyoung accepted the offer, trusting the stranger because of his kindness. "Where exactly do you live?"

"Oh... Uh, I'm staying at a cafe..."

"Aurora?" He spoke the familiar name, Wooyoung looked at him with suspicion and curiosity.

"How did you know?"

"I have a lot of memories there... It's been long since I visited there tho." They started to walk, the sun setting behind them. They shared each other some hobbies of one another, giving their likes and dislikes. They got to know each other and soon they arrived in front of the cafe. Yunho waved from the inside, Wooyoung bowed to the guy and waved at him.

"Who was that?" Wooyoung frowned at the sudden realization that he never get to receive the name of the other.

"I forgot to ask for his name." Wooyoung face-palmed himself as Yunho laughed out loud at the pain of his friend. 

*~*~*~*

The next morning, Wooyoung learned the basics of his job with the help of Yunho. He eventually met Mingi, when Wooyoung stayed at the night. When afternoon came, Wooyoung got used to the things behind the counter. He even met a couple, who Yunho said that they often visit there so it be good to introduce each other.

"They're Yeosang and Jongho, they're a couple." Yunho pointed out when Wooyoung got back after taking there order. "They're regulars here."

"Oh, so that's why the blond guy asked me if I am new." Wooyoung said, "They did introduce themselves to me already. It started with, 'You'll see us often on weekends, sometimes at weekdays but university are already kicking our asses so that won't work, I'm Jongho. This is my boyfriend, Yeosang.'" Wooyoung re-enact the situation earlier, "Yeosang was like, 'I'm sorry, he's too blunt for my own liking. He's like that when he does not have coffee, and he literally stayed up all night to finish a report.'"

"Typical of them." Yunho commented, laughing his ass off. "They're always straight forward but they are really fun to talk to." The bell ringing on top of the door took their mind off of the conversation. Wooyoung expected to see San, but instead a different familiar black-haired guy entered. 

"Hi." He squeaked out, seeing Yunho eye him with a shock expression. "I have come back."

"Hyung!" Mingi ran towards the guy and jumped in his arms, "Seonghwa-hyung! You're back here!"

"Seonghwa-hyung...?" Wooyoung asked in confusion, seeing Hongjoong ran towards Seonghwa as well and greeting him. He turned to Yunho for answers.

"He's the eldest among us, he used to run Aurora before he left it on Hongjoong's hands. He just disappeared on us, after a friend of ours... You should ask him about that." Yunho let a bitter smile slip in his face before greeting Seonghwa with open arms.

"So..." Seonghwa finally faced Wooyoung, "I'm Seonghwa... You probably know that already... I kind of... wanted to hang out with you more. If that's okay?" Wooyoung tuned out the chaos happening behind him, most likely caused by Mingi and Yunho.

"Of course," He smiled at Seonghwa, "I'm Wooyoung." 

*~*~*~*

A week has passed with Wooyoung working at the cafe, and Seonghwa officially becoming a regular there to have a chat with Wooyoung as well. He completely forgot about everything but at that place only. Wooyoung let out a sigh, exhausted after his shift. He sat down on a swing, on a playground just near the cafe.

He looked up to the red, purple and orange sky. That's when he finally remembered San, he quickly stood up on his feet, mentally cursing himself from forgetting San for a week. When he neared the building, he slowed down his pace. Taking a few deep breaths before walking up the stairs and pushing the metal door.

He is met by San curled up into a ball, staring intently at the sky. Wooyoung gulped and took steps towards him, taking a sit beside him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." 

Both of them said at the same time, they looked at each then bursted out into fits of laughter.

"You first." Wooyoung said, San straightened his back then turned his body to Wooyoung. 

"I'm really sorry for how I acted..." San began, "I was feeling really out of it that day. It wasn't like I'm jealous or anything. It was because I saw something that made me remember my past and I- I lashed it out on you." He confided. "I also just don't like people touching me." 

"It's partly my fault too Sannie. I was just scared that you're going to leave me then treat me like everyone else had done to me." Wooyoung admitted, his eyes drooped down on his lap.

"I would never." The silence enveloped them, it wasn't awkward nor is it uncomfortable. It made Wooyoung feel at peace, being able to gather his thoughts from it. From the corner of his eyes, Wooyoung could see San shift on his seat to look straight back at the sky.

"So... I met this guy when I ran away from here..." Wooyoung trailed off. "He's really nice."

"A guy, huh? Seems like a crush." Wooyoung blushed and stuck a tongue out at him before he hid his face on his hands.

"It's not!"

"Totally is."

"Don't make me chase you again." 

"As if you can." San laughed at the pouting Wooyoung. "So, who is this guy?"

"His name is Seonghwa, he's a year older than me." Something flashed on San's eyes, he looked straight towards the horizon. "He tended my injury even if it's minor, and he always visit the cafe to give me a small note of motivation." Wooyoung fished in his pockets, picking out a small box. He moved and lay the box on the floor then opening it. San looked over to see Wooyoung showing him the letters.

"As expected of him..." San muttered under his breath in which Wooyoung didn't catch, "He totally loves you." 

"Does not!"

"Does so!" Wooyoung closed the box, putting it back on the pockets of his sweatshirt. He crossed his arms and playfully glared at San. "It's getting late, Woo. You should go home, someone worried about you now." Wooyoung smiled warmly at him, remembering that someone is now waiting for him to come home.

"I'll guess, I'll see you." Wooyoung waved, standing up on the floor. He skipped towards the door but before that, San stood up following after him.

"Wooyoung." San called out before Wooyoung shut the metal door, Wooyoung halted in his steps and looked at San with confusion. "I want you to be happy with Seonghwa, okay?" San smiled at him before shooing Wooyoung, forcingly shutting the metal door on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung frowned, but I want to be happy with you. He wanted to answer. He stayed there for a few minutes before he finally decided to leave the building. 

San watched as Wooyoung's figure disappear into the darkness, he smiled weakly. One by one, his tears fell until it couldn't be stopped. "I'm so sorry. Wooyoung." He croaked out, gripping his sleeves then pulling it up to look down at lines scarring his whole arm. "I'm so sorry..."