Ocean's Descent ||| Woosan (Ateez)

24

San ended up hanging around the aquarium until Jongho finished his shift even thought he was completely exhausted. He really shouldn't have flipped his schedule like this, but he was starting to get desperate.

The drive home was filled with a seething silence. Jongho continuously rapped his fingers against the steering wheel and would let out several harsh sighs as his thoughts churned in his head. "Why does it have to be such a common name." He finally growled.

"You didn't recognize him at all? I mean, besides the fact he's been visiting so much?" San asked.

"I mean, he does? But he could just have one of those faces. I just can't seem to think of anything or anywhere I know him from..."

"I'll try to do some research and see what I can find." A yawn took over the sentence and San stretched in his seat.

"No, what you need to do is get some sleep. I put in for you to be off tomorrow night too." Jongho held up a hand when San started to protest. "Things aren't going to change after just one night, and you've been working yourself to the bone. Take a three day weekend, get some rest, and I promise I will keep an eye on Wooyoung for you."

"Bu-"

"You are not going to be able to save him if you're dead on your feet."

San snapped his mouth shut and sank into a little pout. He knew the younger was right, and he had a feeling Yeosang was waiting at home to tell him the same exact thing.

If this was really going to happen, then he was going to take advantage of the free time to do as much digging as possible.

He was right about Yeosang. After ushering both him and Jongho inside with the promise of dinner, he immediately rounded on San. "How could you be so irresponsible? San you look awful!" He pushed the younger toward the couch and made him sit down. "I know getting Wooyoung out is important, but we know where he is and that he's relatively safe. You need to take care of yourself."

"Yes, Mom." San muttered but he allowed Yeosang to pull his shoes of.

"You're damn right I'm going to 'mom' you if you're going to do this to yourself!" He threw his hands up in frustration before storming into the kitchen.

Jongho laughed from where he was leaning against the wall. "Damn he's scary."

"You're the one who wants to date that." San smirked when he saw Jongho turn bright red and pull out his phone to distract himself.

With a sigh, he laid down on the couch and let his arm fall over his eyes. The darkness was a welcome thing that had him slipping away from the horror that was his reality.

But then it started to fill with swirls of blue and purple and red. They slowly formed into the body he had come to know so well. Wooyoung bobbed up and down in front of him, bubbles floating lazily around him, with a large smile on his face.

There was no sounds, but San watched as he giggled and waved at him before flipping over backward.

Oh how San longed to be with him. He was right there, within reach, and yet still so far away.

Without realizing it, a tear escaped the corner of San's eye and rolled down his cheek. He let it happen, savoring it against his skin in a weird, twisted way.

"San?" Yeosang placed a gentle had on his arm.

"What if we never get him out?" San said. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. He knew he barely moved his lips but somehow Yeosang understood him.

"Don't give up. We will find a way." His friend said. "Did you find out anything today?"

Jongho huffed and pushed himself off the wall. "Kind of? The new benefactor is a Mr. Park, but we weren't able to get any other information about him. The scientists are upping their studies though. They mention that..." The younger hesitated, "They took some of Wooyoung's blood and scales and said they had special properties."