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wooyo [4:59]

what’s stopping me from screaming

i’m about to lose my mind

i hate this place

his messages continue piling in, an endless variety of complaints and colorful language lace each new text that arrives. you watch. he shows no signs of slowing down, so you allow him the space to vent, worried about what’s gotten the usually cheerful wooyoung so upset.

it’s not until a few minutes later, his venting ceases.

wooyo [5:06]

so how was your day lol

you don’t respond right away. allowing yourself enough time to thoroughly read all that he had sent. the three dots appear on screen to show he’s typing before quickly disappearing. you wait a moment longer, though another message doesn’t come through.

you [5:10]

what happened?

wooyoung reads it right away. he starts to respond before thinking twice. you wait patiently for what he has to say, then before long, his text arrives.

wooyo [5:14]

can i call you?

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a simple “what’s going on” was all it had taken for wooyoung to unleash the anger and frustration that had been brought on due to his boss. you had listened intently, offering support when there was a lull in conversation, assurance when it was needed. he had poured out his heart in a way you had rarely seen before eventually sighing, thanking you for listening while simultaneously apologizing.

after reminding him you’ll always be there, that’s what best friends are for, wooyoung had sighed again before dismissing himself. you think he had said something about finishing last minute assignments, but you were too far gone – lost in thought of how to turn his day around.

and fortunately, you have a key to his apartment.

you snatch your purse from the counter and step into a pair of shoes after he hangs up. wooyoung never mentioned how much work he has left, though you know that it’s at least half an hour from his job to his apartment. you’re able to make a quick stop at the store to gather his favorite snacks. as you’re leaving with the bags hanging off your arm, you place an online order for the restaurant that’s become a hot spot for the two of you.

it’s a little busy when you arrive. a small handful of people are in line before you, making you a bit anxious, but the line moves along steadily. one person lingers when it comes to order, but fortunately, another worker approaches the second register to take your order.

when you give them your name, they move to where the mobile orders wait to grab yours. you thank them with a massive smile and are on your way. all while the customer in front of you still struggles to decide on a dish.

his apartment is silent when you arrive. you breathe a sigh of relief and set everything you’d brought on the counter. another text from wooyoung comes through at that exact moment.

wooyo [6:02]

i can’t wait to rot in bed when i get home

you [6:03]

how much longer until then?

he answers that he’s 15 minutes away, unaware of what’s waiting for him at home. you dart into his room and grab his favorite blanket. your heart starts to race, afraid you won’t have enough time to finish everything. time seeming to move faster in your panic.

you toss the blanket onto the couch. you retreat to the kitchen and start to dig the snacks out, bringing them into the living room to set on the coffee table. all that’s left is to unpack the meal you had brought, but as you start doing that, the front door clicks as it opens.

wooyoung heaves a loud sigh as he enters his apartment. it’s cut short, possibly noticing your shoes,  then he’s calling out for you. with a smile, you follow his voice. “surprise!” you exclaim, greeting him with a hug. 

“what’re you doing here?” he asks. but he hugs you back, squeezing you tightly. “not that i’m upset. i just wasn’t expecting this.”

you start to smirk, “that was the plan.” wooyoung pulls away, playfully rolling his eyes and causing you to laugh. “i wanted to surprise you. i thought it would be nice to show up with your favorite snacks and food, maybe vent a little more about work to ease the stress.”

wooyoung visibly relaxes. a soft, gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and his eyes shine. “i like that idea,” he states. “come on, i’m starved.” you follow him into the kitchen. wooyoung starts to dig the food out of the brown bag, then the two of you bring it into the living room. he sets what’s in his hands on the coffee table beside the snacks before taking a seat. smiling, you copy him. wooyoung looks to you with an even bigger smile on his face. “i really appreciate this. this was very nice of you.”

“of course, that’s what best friends are for.”

he’s the first to dig in. you watch him, content, happy that it already seems like a load of stress has been lifted from his shoulders. 

after dinner, the two of you find a seat on the couch. wooyoung snatches the blanket and makes himself comfortable, then welcomes you under. he pulls you into his arms and relaxes into the cushion. “i hope you’re feeling better,” you comment.

“a little,” he admits. “i’m just so frustrated i have to go back tomorrow.”

you coax him into opening up again. it doesn’t take much for wooyoung to launch into another rant, though this time, the frustration is enough to bring him to tears. he angrily wipes his eyes. wooyoung stops venting to instead groan. one that you recognize as being upset with himself.

“it’s alright,” you assure. “let it out, woo. that was really horrible of your boss. he shouldn’t have been so cruel towards you, and there’s nothing wrong with expressing how you feel.” wooyoung wipes at his tears, but a few more drip down his cheeks.

he scoots closer to you, hugging you a little tighter. “thank you,” wooyoung murmurs. “i really appreciate all of this. this was the worst day of work ever, and you really made it so much better.” you start to smile, unable to resist how big it’s threatening to grow. but wooyoung chuckles softly. his own face mirroring yours, and after seeing him look so broken and defeated, there’s nothing that makes you happier than seeing his big, beautiful smile in its place.

“anything for you,” you answer. “and i mean that wholeheartedly.”