2 Works by zarolda
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San's hands are stained with blood. Wooyoung likes to think it matches the shade of blood on his hands.
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Wooyoung looked down at himself. The crutches, the bandages, the bouquet hanging awkwardly from his wrist. He almost turned back. Almost ran. But then San looked up and their eyes met.
He stopped in front of him, eyes sweeping over the damage, unreadable. Wooyoung’s throat suddenly tightened. Then, San tilted his head, a soft smile curving at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, babe," he said quietly. "Are these flowers for me?"