wooyoung: "ricky, are you still up?" + 2 ♡
Ricky sighed and flopped over in bed again and again and again. It was too fucking quiet and the silence was deafening. Gods how missed that funny laugh.
At least once every hour for the last six hours he sent Wooyoung a text and each time his chest tightened as it went unanswered but he knew work was work… even if he didn’t know what work was.
Just as he started to fall asleep, a soft whisper of a voice sounded in his room. “Ricky, are you still up?”
“Waiting for you,” Ricky yawned and reached for the light. He was surprised to see the confident and proud man step back into the shadows. “Why are you over there? I’ve missed you.” The young man leaned on his elbow and threw the blanket back. “Woo? Babe?”
Ricky’s heart broke when his boyfriend backed away. He never backed away. Never. This was unacceptable. He crossed the room and grabbed the small man, tugging him into the light. What was left of his heart shattered at his feet.
A split lip. Black eye… and fresh bruises around his neck.
“What happened to you?” He grabbed the droids cheeks and examined him for more injuries. “Woo? Hey, babe, what happened?”
The look on his face let Ricky know he didn’t want to talk and that was ok. He didn’t need to but when he was ready Ricky would be there.
“I just did laundry tonight and I think I remember seeing your favorite one,” the tall man flashed his best smile and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
