wooyoung san

17.06.17

there are a number of ways san could have been spending his friday evening, and with chengxiao is definitely not high on that list. the girl is getting too attached to him, and while she's brainstorming their next dinner date, he's brainstorming the quickest way to break it off with her. he doesn't want to hurt her. he just thought they had a mutual understanding, and apparently he was wrong.

so when he hears about kang yeosang's party, it's an offer he simply cannot refuse. he has been dimly aware of the male in question for a time, but has never bothered to converse as their crowds are separate and there has never been a reason to.

but now... it's not only a feasible excuse, but additionally an event he may be inclined to enjoy himself at. really a win-win situation.

"xiao," he rolls onto his side, peering up at the girl on the bed next to him; away from his phone. "there's a party tonight at kang yeosang's place."

"i know," she explains, nuzzling closer to him. "eunha and nancy asked me to go with them but i told them i'd rather spend time with you."

san resists the urge to showcase his annoyance, subtly rolling his eyes. "xiao, we agreed not to make this a habit." he sits up, placing his hands behind himself on the mattress and tipping his head back to stretch his neck.

"so i'm going, because i want to." he tells her, finishing his stretch and eyeing her with a sidelong gaze. "with or without you."

"jeez, okay." she laughs lightly, and san covertly smirks, satisfied at the hurt behind her words. "no need to be a dick."

"there goes a chunk of my personality." he comments, pulling off his top and searching for a more suitable one.

chengxiao scoffs, ignoring him, but he can feel her rapacious eyes burning on his bare back greedily. after all, that's why they're together. she thinks he's hot. it's all he's good for, really. san selects a striped navy button up from his closet, continuing random conversation while he gets dressed.

"do you know if eunha's single?" he drawls, pretending to sound interested as he adjusts the shirt and undoes a few of the top buttons.

chengxiao slides off of the bed, coming up behind him and straightening his collar. "i'm a little offended, san." she tells him off, her fingers lingering on his neck. he resists the urge to flinch away. "and no, she isn't."

"hasn't stopped me before." he shrugs, stepping away from her as he runs a hand through his hair in the mirror, attaining the messy look that was borderline homeless man but somehow sexy on him.

she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. "true. but eunha's my friend. besides, she's not even that hot."

san can't disagree, but needs to drill the fact he isn't looking for a serious relationship deeper into the girl's head. "to quote margaret hungerford, xiao; beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"you know, you're kind of a nerd." chengxiao comments, following him as he heads for the door. "but it's hot." this might be hard.

•••

the party is loud, to say the least. lights flash from the ceiling upon the giddy dancers like lightning, bass from the music vibrating through the floor like thunder and into their feet, propelling their erratic movements and infecting their heads like an unstoppable disease.

the virus is welcomed with open arms, teenagers succumbing to the storm willingly, limbs obeying the beat ecstatically. accompanied by the rush of weak alcohol most believe was stronger than reality, they make themselves delirious quickly, happy to be free for a night. drunk on an idea.

san desires rather to be an onlooker on this particular night, observing the fanatics while occasionally sipping the ambiguous liquid within his red cup, not withholding the intention to get drunk or make a fool of himself on the dance floor.

he has yet to spot anyone of interest, and has not seen the guest of honor yet, either. san digresses the boy is less of a social butterfly than the hoard of people at his party might suggest, rather preferring to keep within his small group of friends and not bother to know the guests attending his birthday bash.

which is fine by san, but he's come to remember that kang yeosang is almost definitely a close acquaintance of jung wooyoung, the blind boy aka his extra credit. he wonders if the pretty blue eyed boy will be attending such an event, and how he will fare in such an environment.

but he chugs back a larger dose of the cup's oddity, focusing more on the matter at hand; how to get rid of his 'girlfriend'.

chengxiao resides not too far from him, twirling her hair around an inviting finger while some platinum douche in a leather jacket flirts with her persistently. san is in luck, it seems, and he gave it about a few more minutes until the girl would accept the blonde's advances and disappear somewhere. perhaps in some attempt to make him jealous or simply to fill the void he's been providing to her recently, whichever doesn't matter as long as she leaves him alone.

sooner than he'd anticipated, the two stroll over to him, and the guy's arm is draped around her small shoulders as he smiles crookedly down at him. san has to admit, the blonde is exceptionally attractive, and he can see why chengxiao has melted so fast for him and his heartbreaker looks.

"do you mind if seonghwa and i..?" she trails off, biting her lip, and san almost laughs.

"chengxiao, i frankly don't give a fuck who you sleep with." he deadpans, cocking his head. the lack of emotion in his voice clearly takes a toll on the raven haired girl, who forces a smile and pulls the blonde male away with her. his shoulders relax. she probably won't be coming back to him.

it's easier this way. san prefers not to continue any hookups too far, or else the recipient may catch feelings, as chengxiao has been showing signs of. "love" is a laughable construction, a parasite in people's heads that makes them believe in all kinds of stupid shit. to san, it's only a word. keeping it as a word prevents him from vulnerability, and stops him from getting hurt. because that's all it ever does. he knows.

"you're more of a dick than i thought." a bitter voice surprises san, and he turns to see wooyoung leaning in the doorway.

the boy's blonde hair is wavy, but not messy like san's. his pretty features are serious, and san wishes he would smile around him more. his lips are pressed together in a thin line and his arms are crossed, and san is stunned with how gorgeous he appears with strobe lights shimmering over his face. his outfit compliments his figure magnificently, and san would've told him so under different circumstances.

"you're almost eighteen, right?" he continues, lecturing san's apparently misguided judgement. san's distracted with the way the lights colour his hair, illuminating his unimpressed face. "what if that girl was your soulmate? and you just- broke her heart?"

san bites his lip, eyes falling to his bare forearm. he's not eighteen yet, so the skin is clear of name or number. "i'd never know." he mutters. "besides, we were never even dating, she knew that." while he talks, he wraps a bandage cloth taken from his pocket tightly around his arm, over where the name will be. it's his own reminder.

"why wouldn't you know?" wooyoung questions, picking up on the quieter part of the sentence san wishes he wouldn't ask about.

"because," he pauses, clenching his jaw. "i don't want to know." wooyoung furrows his eyebrows at the unclear response, feeling his way along the wall as he walks closer to san.

"well you'll have to," he argues, clearly a little agitated at the nature of the conversation. "the name will excruciatingly etch itself onto your skin-"

san interrupts the other by grabbing his hand, placing it onto his forearm over the constricting material and letting him know what he couldn't see. the blonde boy makes a sound of surprise, partly because touching someone else's forearm who isn't your soulmate is frowned heavily upon and partly due to shock at the unexpected touch.

"san..." he manages, familiarizing himself with the contraption by running his fingers over its rough surface. he thinks it's the first time he's said his name. it crashes through his body like a tsunami. wooyoung's eyes glisten in the light, san's name exiting his mouth with a pitiful sadness.

"like i said," san repeats harshly, snatching his hand away. "i don't want to know." his whole arm is buzzing with a strange electricity, and it weeps again at the loss of contact.

wooyoung's expression quickly shifts to anger, and he almost seems at a loss for words. "you're unbelievably selfish." he expresses, taking san aback. "what about your soulmate? your name on their arm they'll see- and you'll never look for them!"

whoever his soulmate is is better off without him. and he's about to tell wooyoung so, but the boy is just getting started with his speech.

"and if they did find you, against all odds!" he scoffs. "only to find a selfish prick who had no intention of loving them. i feel sorry for the person stuck with you."

"listen, princess," san defends himself, not appreciating the personal attack from a near-stranger. "my relationships are none of your business-"

"but also," wooyoung finishes, anger dying down to a crushed tone. "you do have the choice to see their name. you have the choice- and you're deciding not to." san sees where this is going, and he closes his eyes for a moment sorrowfully. "i don't have that choice. i'll never get to see the name."

he truly empathizes with the boy before him, but san feels unfairly judged. it had been his choice to make. "i'm sorry for that, but it's really none of your business." he snaps. "and it's not my fault you're blind, so-"

before he can finish, a frantic looking brunette comes rushing towards them, clutching at wooyoung's upper arm. "it's- it's started." he exclaims cryptically, and the blonde's glassy eyes immediately widen.

wooyoung grabs san's hand unexpectedly, dragging him with the other boy who has grabbed the blonde's hand to take him somewhere unknown. his nerves sing at the reconnection of their skin, which he wishes would shut up. he hates that touching wooyoung feels so good. "you're coming with me," he huffs, not explaining any further.

they lead him to a quieter room in which four other boys are already sitting, two of them holding hands and eyes sparkling with excitement and the other two biting their nails with anticipation. san recognizes yeonjun from the year below, and although no names came to mind, the other three look vaguely familiar.

"why's he here?" one of them ask, indicating him. "i thought yeosang only wanted us present."

"i'm wondering the same thing," san comments, freeing himself from wooyoung's grasp and convincing himself he doesn't hate letting go of his hand as much he does.

"ignore him," the blonde waves his hand dismissively. "san needs to see this, that's all."

the brunette, kang yeosang, suddenly winces in pain, rolling up the sleeve of his left arm. san finally puts together what's happening- as this is in fact kang yeosang's eighteenth birthday party, and the time is five minutes to midnight. he begins to object, but wooyoung snatches back his wrist to prevent him from escaping. fuck.

as the boy begins to convulse, and state the burning sensation in his arm, san looks away, unwelcome and unwilling to be there. eventually, it's over, although by the sweat on yeosang's face and shaking of his hands it's easy to tell it had felt like a lot longer for him.

a short silence follows in which no one says a word, only watching as kang yeosang stares at what, or more accurately, who has appeared in his skin. the background music of the party fills the air, and san becomes acutely aware of wooyoung's hand on his wrist, gripping him exceptionally tightly. he's probably doing it unconsciously, but san can hardly breathe.

"who is it?" someone finally asks, voice hushed. "who's your soulmate, yeosang?"

"i-it's..." the tired boy begins, but his throat seems almost too dry to speak, his fatigue making it difficult to form words. instead, he stretches his arm out, turning it to expose the fresh name in his pale skin.

san leans over, and his heart drops a little in a betraying feeling of sympathy when he reads it and registers where he knows it from.

park seonghwa
03.04.98

"ninety eight..." yeonjun trails off, looking up at his friend with growing concern. "he already knows you're his soulmate."

"he's known for a while." yeosang observes quietly, staring at the words unblinkingly.

san pulls wooyoung aside, eager to leave and feeling increasingly invasive. but before he goes, it's only fair he reminds the brunette's friend of who his soulmate might be. "i hate to be that guy," he hisses in a hushed whisper.

"but park seonghwa is possibly at this party." wooyoung's eyes widen in realization at san's words. "are you going to tell him his soulmate's busy having sex with someone else, or should i?"

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yes so maybe i got carried away AND WHAT ABOUT IT

:,))) merry almost christmas!!

stay safe and i hope you're all having a good holiday ♡♡♡

xxx

^(san's look)

edit: lol the way i'm rewriting this is just san pining x100 man is even more whipped than the original