❥・𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞❞ ▸ Jung Wooyoung hates everyone. . . except his roommate Park Seonghwa. He's one year into college and major-less, facing the challenge of deciding his future before his parents do it for him. It's only wh...
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"Are you gonna be able to sleep?" San asks quietly, walking out of the bathroom after turning off the light.
"Mm. . . maybe." Wooyoung shrugs, leaning against the wall with his legs dangling off of the edge of his bed.
"Too nervous?" San climbs into bed next to Wooyoung, leaning up against the wall too, feeling Wooyoung's head tilt to land on his shoulder almost immediately.
"It's not that," Wooyoung mumbles. "Just haven't seen Hana since. . . y'know. I kind of wonder if she's talked to my parents since then."
"She's not gonna treat you any differently, if that's what you're worried about."
"I don't think it's that, necessarily." Wooyoung sighs, adjusting his body slightly, hands reaching to mess with the blanket under his legs. "I just hope I didn't hurt her opinion of them. I might dislike my parents and everything, but–"
"Young'ah." San interrupts softly, turning his head slightly, lips brushing against Wooyoung's forehead. "She's her own person. If she's made a different opinion of them now, it's out of your control. What happened, happened. It's been almost two months at this point, so it's well in the past now. I'm sure she hardly even thinks about them."
"I'm overthinking it, aren't I?"
"A bit." San mutters. "But that's normal."
"I think besides the minor nerves, I'm kind of excited to be attending my first actual dance lecture with you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Wooyoung smiles, hands moving away from the blanket finally, relaxing his shoulders as he leans into San's warmth better. "I have everything I want, now."
"I'm proud of you for sticking through it all. I know it wasn't easy." San kisses Wooyoung's forehead, turning to face the space ahead of him, eyeing Seonghwa's perfectly made and vacant bed.
"I had you." Wooyoung assures, slinging his hand gently to rest on San's thigh. "I feel like now that I have you, I can do anything."
"I feel the same, too." San says with a quiet breath, eyes watching Wooyoung's thumb travel along the fabric of his joggers.
It had been five days since they had arrived back at campus, leaving classes to resume the following Tuesday. Campus life seemed to trickle back to normal in the days after they settled back into a familiar routine. Their neighbors were back, rowdy as usual, but it felt comforting to be back to something without lingering emotions. Wooyoung did like living with San back at his house, but he had always sensed a feeling of sadness overwhelming the home when he stepped foot inside of it.
