San decides to go back out into the heat of the party, feeling much more willing and open to it after doing that second line. He starts actually dancing and laughing with everyone around him, taking drinks of anything and everything handed to him. San is never this much of a partier when he's not high, rather far from it actually.

What is this cocaine doing to him?

He moves to the more dance-heavy section of the party, feeling the need to let his energy out by moving his body.

San begins to roll his body to the loud music playing throughout the house, feeling the vibrating bass all the way to his bones. He has a big smile on his face, dimples deeply set with how wide it is, loving the way he can finally let loose. He doesn't want to be so tense and nervous all the time, and a lot of his vices tend to help with that.

San looks at the people around him, everyone shining in a new light that seems so refreshing. Even through his haze, he's able to really see. Thoughts of Seonghwa and where he is are what would normally take over the space in his mind, but now he's able to focus on others.

Is this what branching out is?

He spots a boy further into the crowd that's dancing quite similarly to him and he's surprisingly interested in seeing him closer, so he makes his way to the stranger, slipping through the crowd easily. He starts dancing close to the mysterious blond-haired boy, both of their bodies easily molding into one another.

The blond-haired boy moves closer to San's back, tilting his head to show him a big smile as they start to dance with each other, "What's your name, stranger?" His voice is more cheerful than San thought it would be.

San turns his head to meet the blond's, their faces close, as he speaks, "San," he smiles devilishly, turning to face him head-on, able to really study his beautiful features. The small freckle on his bottom lip captures his attention the most, but a matching freckle also sits right below his right eye. San runs his hand down the stranger's chest, feeling his sculpted abs through his white shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

His body doesn't stop moving to the music. This man definitely isn't a stranger to the dance floor, San thinks, and not-so-pure thoughts come to his mind about being below the fit man to whom he'd just revealed his name. He studies the blond's face, knowing he would have no trouble at all getting lost in those deep brown eyes.

"Well, San..." He allows them to get even closer, their chests grazing each other with every movement, allowing their hardened nipples to pass over one another. His hand snakes around to hold onto the back of San's neck as he replies, "I'm Wooyoung."

San bites down on his lip as Wooyoung fingers through the hair on the back of his head before giving it a pull. He rolls his hips against Wooyoung's leg, not shy of letting Wooyoung know about the hardening member in his jeans, "Maybe we could," San nuzzles close to Wooyoung's ear, "Go somewhere else?" He whispers in a sultry voice, his plump lips brushing against Wooyoung's lobe with each syllable.

He's still so worked up from his and Seonghwa's encounter that he's ready to give it all to this gorgeous man he's grinding against. He wants to touch someone. He wants someone to touch him. But mostly, he just wants someone to take care of him.

Wooyoung smirks when he feels San's hot breath against his ear and neck. It gives him goosebumps all over his body, and if he wasn't already hard in every way imaginable, he would be after that, "Mmm, where have you been all my life?"

Wooyoung takes hold of San's hands, San feeling the intense sensitivity of his touch instantly. All of his skin-to-skin contact with Wooyoung is sending his mind and body into lust overdrive thanks to the side effects of the cocaine.

San squeezes Wooyoung's hands as he takes the lead and shows him out of the crowd around them, giggling as he leads Wooyoung down the hallway. He looks back at Wooyoung to see a dopey smile that makes him want to jump on his bones right then and there.

Wooyoung can't stop focusing on the man leading him down the hall, his eyes fuzzy from forgetting to blink. Wooyoung blames his inability to focus on the heavy drinking he'd done just before going to dance with everyone else.

Why on earth did he drink so much tonight?

He wouldn't have if he knew this was going to happen.

San leads them into the room at the end of the hall, Seonghwa's room, the door still being open from when San left earlier.

San goes in first and Wooyoung closes the door behind them, locking it before tugging on San's hand, pulling him back towards his body, missing the touch and heat of him already. He wanted to feel the way he did when their chests touched while they were dancing again, his mind dripping with desire. Wooyoung wraps his arms around San's neck, kissing him hard.

San's eyes widen by the sudden tug on his arm, but then he's brought into the heavy kiss Wooyoung has planted on him. San feels his body heat up like a fire in the night as he kisses Wooyoung back, moving his hands up under Wooyoung's shirt to feel his skin against his palms, craving his skin. He glides his fingertips over the small hills of his abs and down into the valleys and crevices, knowing he could get lost in his chest alone.

Their lips move quickly against one another, not having to fight for dominance as they both settle into their roles instantly. San allows Wooyoung to take control over his mouth, loving the way he kisses him so intimately and how attentive he is to his reactions, quick to match his energy.

I've always wanted Seonghwa to kiss me like this.

I've always wanted Seonghwa to love me...

San tries to get Seonghwa out of his head as he's kissing Wooyoung, having done so good up until this point.

Why now?

Wooyoung leads them back slowly to the bed in the room. San falls back onto the bed, it squeaks under his weight, and the familiar sound makes San flinch a bit as he smells Seonghwa's scent around him on the bedspread he's now laying on.

Of course, I know why.

The squeaking makes Wooyoung laugh though, "We might end up breaking this rickety ass bed tonight, San," he whispers as he crawls on top of him, going to nibble on his earlobe.

San breathes heavily, trying to lose himself in the moment, looking up at Wooyoung when he comes back up to meet his gaze, "They'll just have to get a new one then," San says, gripping the back of Wooyoung's shirt, pulling it up and over his back.

Wooyoung smirks, sitting up and allowing San to fully remove his shirt, "I guess you're right."

San rubs his greedy hands over Wooyoung's bare chest after he tosses the shirt god-knows-where, admiring his well-sculpted abs now that he can appreciate them in all their glory.

His thoughts finally re-focus back onto Wooyoung. Maybe he really is a dancer, San thinks. Wooyoung's body is so fit, he can't stop his mind from racing over the repeating thoughts. San begins to wonder if Wooyoung will have the same stamina or flexibility that a dancer has too.

Wooyoung tugs at San's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before he yanks them down, tossing them onto the floor. While Wooyoung was sloppily pulling off San's jeans, San removed his own shirt, now holding himself up by his elbows on the bed, on display for Wooyoung.

Wooyoung looks down at the near-naked man lying in front of him and feels his own pants tightening up even more around the crotch, his cock achingly hard for the man he'd just met.

San smirks when he sees Wooyoung's member is completely visible through his jeans, the outline looking quite impressive, just as San imagined it to be. San puts his fingers through the belt loops of Wooyoung's jeans as he pulls him down onto him, needing his touch, craving the pressure of his body on top of him, pressing him deep into the mattress.

Wooyoung settles onto San, falling into an intense kiss that San has no problem leading, their crotches grinding hard against one another. Wooyoung tries to wiggle out of his own pants as they kiss. San moves his hands down to help Wooyoung, allowing him to focus more on their passionate kiss instead. San pushes Wooyoung's jeans down desperately, using his feet to drag them down the rest of the way, freeing his hands to lace through Wooyoung's hair.

Wooyoung kicks his jeans off from around his ankles and onto the floor where the rest of their clothes lay, discarded and forgotten about as a groan is brought out of Wooyoung's mouth from San tugging on his blond locks. San's legs wrap around Wooyoung's lower body, whining from the way their hardened members rub against each other, surely leaking pre-cum from all of the friction.

San can feel his high from the coke starting to wear off as Wooyoung starts kissing down his chest, his hands massaging his pecs while he makes his way down to his slim waist, licking his stomach teasingly. Wooyoung's hands reach back up for San's nipples and gently pinches them as his mouth gets to the top of San's briefs, hot air able to be felt through the thin layer of fabric.

Wooyoung licks the fabric that covers San's cock, giving him a cheeky preview of what's to come as soon as he rids him of these pesky briefs.

San tries to enjoy himself, but he can't fight off his heart beating noticeably faster and it's not from Wooyoung's teasing pleasures. San feels this intense fear rising inside of him and he starts to pant, his eyebrows going into a furrow. His mind starts to become clear again as the high wears down, the terribly intrusive thoughts sneaking their way back in.

It's almost December.

This can't be happening right now, San thinks, or rather, hopes.

It was your fault, you know that.

He hasn't had one in a while, and he was wishing they had finally gone away for good. But... He knows it couldn't be that easy.

His mind won't stop racing.

Thoughts after thoughts coming in and out, torturing him. His breathing gets heavier, the panting becoming louder as he tries to get as much air as he can into his lungs.

"Mmm, I didn't think you'd be enjoying it this much, San. I've barely started..." Wooyoung says, smiling widely before he looks up at San and sees he looks like he's about to have some sort of mental breakdown and his smile instantly drops, "San, are you okay?" He stops what he's doing immediately and crawls back up to him, putting the back of his hand to San's forehead, feeling that he's burning up.

Could he be sick?

San shakes his head, his eyes watering up, "C-Can you leave?" San asks, not wanting Wooyoung, a practical stranger, to have to deal with or see this happen to him.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening.

The fear is taking over his body and he doesn't understand why other than his high wearing off and everything real setting back in.

It's just a month. One month out of the year. It's not even here yet.

Where is Seonghwa?

Wooyoung shakes his head, "I can't just leave you alone here, San... You're basically naked and you look like you're about to cry. I don't mind staying here with you, it's okay," Wooyoung tries to reassure San, getting up and going to the closet in the room looking for a blanket or two to wrap around San for comfort. He finds a large throw and brings it over to the bed, wrapping around San's shoulders for him.

San starts to cry, all of the stress inside of him bubbling to the surface from his high wearing off and he just can't take it.

The mix of emotion from Seonghwa leaving him, December coming up, and coming down from the high of two lines is too much.

It's all too much.

"Do you know what's wrong, San? Do you have any medicine?" Wooyoung asks, wanting to try to help him if he's able to, especially if he has medical issues. Wooyoung places a hand on San's leg, wanting him to know that he's safe. Needless to say, this situation has sobered Wooyoung up so fast that he almost got whiplash.

San shakes his head. He knows what's likely causing this, but he can't get over the overwhelming feeling of dread. He weakly grabs the sides of the blanket and pulls it to cover himself entirely, trying to hide his face from Wooyoung.

He's never had a breakdown like this around anyone other than Seonghwa.

Wooyoung holds onto San, letting him lay against him. Maybe it's the drinks he's had, but he feels this connection with San. He's only known him for an hour or two, but he just feels something, like a wanting to protect him.

Damn, he really must be drunk, Wooyoung thinks to himself.

San is quietly sobbing against Wooyoung's chest, wanting to calm down, but he just can't. This is how it always goes for him. He will eventually mellow out, but he knows it won't be for a while, not until he wears himself out.

He wishes Seonghwa were here, but he feels some sort of happiness knowing Wooyoung hasn't left him yet. The man has no obligation to stay here with him. Maybe he's just too drunk to get up. Hell, he's still too drunk himself. All that whiskey he drank definitely isn't helping with his intense emotions from coming off of his high. He wants more cocaine. God, he fucking needs it. Anything to get rid of feeling like this.

Wooyoung looks around the room as he continues to stroke San's head, seeing that it's nicely kept for the most part. The nightstand being in front of the bed instead of where a nightstand normally sits is odd, but Wooyoung wouldn't know why. He sees the straws sitting on top of it and suspects whoever was here before them was probably doing something like cocaine.

He has to stop looking when his head starts spinning, laying back on the bed and bringing San with him so he can still hold him.

"We can lay down like this, right San?" Wooyoung whispers to him, still worried about what he's going through. Wooyoung had to lay down. All those drinks are finally catching up with him and if he doesn't lay down, he thinks he'll throw up, no, he knows he'll throw up and that's the last thing he needs right now -- for both him, and San.

San nods, his body falling perfectly in place with Wooyoung's as the smaller spoon. San's crying eventually calms down to just soft sniffles, still breathing heavily. The hand Wooyoung has been stroking San's hair with slows down into a stop, settling to just hold the back of his head, until it slumps onto the covers.

"G-God, I need something to get me high again... I can't stand feeling like this," San says quietly, turning his head so he can look up at Wooyoung. When he does though, he sees that he's already fallen asleep, eyes closed with his mouth slightly hanging open.

San, still feeling tipsy, sits up, moving Wooyoung's arm from being around him as carefully as his clumsy movements can manage.

He can feel his headache coming back as soon as he sits up, so he glances towards the nightstand still in the same place with the straws still sitting on it. He stares at it for a few seconds before he inevitably ends up right back in front of it, taking the baggie out from the nightstand where he'd stored it when he left the room last time.

He really needs another line. It always makes his headaches go away, even if for only a little bit. They're getting to be unbearable.

San shakily starts pouring more of the white powder onto the nightstand when he hears the doorknob jiggle. Wooyoung must've locked the door behind them when they came in here earlier, San thinks to himself.

It continues to jiggle, so San unsteadily gets up, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around him as he goes to open the door.

"What the hell do you want?" San asks, immensely annoyed from his headache, his eyes still puffy and his face red as he looks at who was so eager to open the door and disturb him.

Only to see Seonghwa standing there with a swollen-lipped Yeosang at his side.

End of Chapter Three