wooyoung san

04.07.17

another tedious day of school passes by that wooyoung fails to attend. san doesn't know why it suddenly matters so much that the blonde boy who keeps entering his thoughts be there all of a sudden - it's not like he hasn't endured countless other unremarkable days without the other's presence before having met him, but now he finds himself longing to see him. how strange, how wooyoung somehow makes the soporific hours more endurable, livening the atmosphere with his unconscious finesse.

hence the reason the raven haired trudges through the tarmac parking lot so defeatedly, not dissimilarly to a deflated balloon drifting on pointlessly, having succumbed to its fateful demise. san turns the key to his engine aggressively, fed up.

he half debates crashing his car on the way home just for a little excitement, but soon realizes the irony of the thought and winces guiltily. idiot. admittedly, the suggestion from his ill-advised subconscious may be a little eccentric, but just emphasizes the extent of his prevalent boredom.

the other, better advised half of his subconscious forces him to question what kind of a person would crash a car out of boredom ("have you thought about harming yourself?") but he's quick to dismiss that annoying voice too. ("naturally, you might feel guilty.") he is by no means a criminal, and it is not often he gets these questionable borderline psychopathic urges. ("do you have a plan?") only when he's being deprived of something he desperately wants. jung fucking wooyoung.

san clenches his jaw, tightening his grip on the wheel to gain better control of himself, pushing away the memories that entered his mind just now, unbidden. he hasn't been to his apartment for a while, having been avoiding his flatmates due to his last outburst.

perhaps an apology is due. his personal affairs had stirred up everyone on the floor, and san admits he may have overreacted. these people are the closest thing he has to family, yet aren't quite classified as san's friends.

there's kibum, the oldest and self proclaimed wisest of the lot, who san is looking forward to seeing the most, if he's looking forward to seeing anyone. their relationship fluctuates from begrudging acquaintances to almost brothers- as kibum is always looking out for san and certainly knows him the best. he's also known him the longest, which makes san wary of him. he's not a fan of forming any sort of relationship, because he's rather accustomed to losing people.

there's also yeri, who thinks san's cynical view of life is stupid. she is secretly his favourite flatmate, because she has never shown any interest in sleeping with him nor in his life at all. she keeps to herself and lets him keep to his, albeit never shy to criticize his every move.

on the other hand, the person he's looking forward to seeing the least is jungwoo, the reason for san's outburst. they'd always been civil, but san couldn't stand the older's sappy 'love conquers all' attitude. the attitude that quickly faded upon the appearance of his soulmate's name.
as far as san knew, the name had read 'wong yukhei', a lifelong bully of jungwoo's who he absolutely could not believe would love him.

consequently, he and san had ended up sleeping together once or twice, after jungwoo confided in him. not his proudest moments. shamefully, jungwoo's vulnerability had drawn him in, but the relationship had to be stopped before things got complicated. things had been less than cleared up between them before san started avoiding him, so he's unsure of how to face him now. how could he tell someone so sensitive and sweet that he feels absolutely nothing for him?

entering the building, he's surprised to see no one there to greet him or at the very least investigate his entry. so, san proceeds with caution, disturbed by the unsettling quiet and lack of activity.

fortunately, he meets yeri on the steps. appearing mildly startled to see him, she blanches, and he gives her a lopsided, secretive smile at the random nature of his sudden arrival.

"yeri." he greets, glancing up and down the stairs. "where is everyone?"

she makes a face, crossing her arms. "weeks of making yourself so scarce i half thought you were dead, and yet you cut straight to the chase with a half-assed greeting and no explanation?"

he shrugs, and she rolls her eyes with a sigh. "come here, idiot."

san doesn't think he's ever been more surprised in his life. she throws her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug that ends quickly. it's nice.

"had us worried, dummy." she punches his shoulder lightly, avoiding his eyes. "kibum's been in a state. between your weirdness and the new tenant-"

"new tenant?" he cuts in, having been unaware. cringing, his smile fades. "anyways, sorry," an apology that alludes to more than just her concern. "guess i better go announce my status of being alive."

she laughs lightly, gesturing the way forward for him in a mock bow before turning around and making her way down the rest of the stairs. following the indication, san soon hears voices when he reaches the top. he walks down the passage until he comes to an open door on the left, which he turns in, only to find kibum and a boy who doesn't look much older than sixteen at best, talking quietly.

he clears his throat, and kibum looks up, just as surprised as yeri had been to see him. he produces a wide smile, opening his arms to guide san into the room.

"new tenant?" is all he says, repeating the question he asked yeri a minute ago.

"nice to see you, too!" kibum exclaims, going towards him and slapping him on the back. turning, he indicates the young man standing awkwardly, grinning enthusiastically. "see jongho? the flatshare's a little family."

san scowls sheepishly, forgetting why he had ever been looking forward to seeing kibum. the man's as egregiously annoying as ever.

"you could be a little more welcoming, san." he chides, heading back to the boy called jongho. "the kid'll be practically living with you, soon."

smiling sweetly, san sweeps his gaze over the so called 'kid', who's more buff than anyone else san knows in person. "i'll just avoid him, like i do everyone else. anyway, isn't this bodybuilder kid a little young to be living away from mommy and daddy?"

"you were barely fifteen when you i gave you a room here." kibum retaliates without missing a beat, staring at san more seriously. don't push. "and you hardly avoided jungwoo."

wincing at the mention, san's gaze falls to the floor, finding it especially interesting. he takes a breath, and kibum, being the guru he is, receives the message and is quick to send jongho on his way.

"so where have you been?" he asks more gently, now that they're alone.

"here and there." san answers cryptically. "avoiding jungwoo, i guess." he bites his lip, meeting kibum's eyes sheepishly. "i should probably talk to him. where is he..?"

kibum sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance before throwing himself into an armchair and massaging his temples. "he's gone." he states shortly.

san stops. his heart skips oddly in his chest, beating loudly. "what do you mean, 'he's gone'?" he asks, trying to keep himself void of expression.

throwing his hands up defeatedly, kibum began explaining in exasperation: "it was the yukhei boy. he came for him. and just like that- jungwoo forgave him. he went with him without so much as a blink. suppose your little disappearing act had something to do with it, too. jungwoo was inconsolable, and conveniently, his soulmate shows up. big, golden retriever looking guy. tells him he's sorry and that he loves him. poof, jungwoo's gone. new tenant alert! please don't fuck the new one!"

decidedly ignoring the jibe, san's a little offended that kibum thinks he'd be interested in that oaf. throat tightening, betrayal claws at his insides. gone. just like that. just like everyone else.

"don't think about him too much." advises kibum, sitting up. "thinking about anything isn't going to do you much good in this state."

san raises his brows, too angry and confused to talk, afraid he might cry. he won't. he will not cry. "i mean, your eighteenth birthday is this weekend, for god's sake." he's painstakingly aware, and shoots kibum a glare at the reminder.

"no, you don't understand." kibum tuts, running a hand through his hair. "this close to your birthday, your brain and body are out of control. you're stressed out, aren't you? feeling and thinking things you can't explain."

san nods, deciding not to mention wooyoung or impromptu car crashes. "damn soulmate symptoms." kibum wrinkles his nose before smirking. "you're probably horny as fuck, too. unfortunately your body is likely to go haywire. it's like a second wave of puberty, but worse!"

groaning, san holds his left forearm in distress. "screw that." he mutters, eyes flashing darkly.

"i'm going to sleep." he states, spinning on his heel and marching from the room.

kibum's mocking laughter follows him all the way to his bed, echoing in his mind. it does not crush his determination, though. he will not conform. stupid balls of fire and gas in the sky. you don't decide shit for me.

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i don't know what this chapter is qwq

but all these side stories have significance/reasons to the book and woosan's relationship i promise 🥺

thanks for 5k ;-; <3

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edit: ew omg shut up me from like 8 months ago