san wooyoung

05.08.17

as it turned out, missing as much school as wooyoung had been was having an effect on his performance. his attendance has been climbing gradually, these past weeks. but still not enough to get his grades back up.

san had agreed to come over and help him catch up, which is what they're trying to do now. wooyoung can hardly focus, though.

his thoughts have been mostly that of his parents, who had confirmed their awaited return only two days ago. their flight is scheduled to land tomorrow, and they had assured him there was no need to make the commute to greet them at the airport.

he cannot help but feel a little hurt, given the amount of time they had been apart. although he can't bring himself to resent them, knowing everything they do is for him.

as for the other subject of his rumination... unsurprisingly, it's none other than san. whatever he does, the male makes it into his mind without fail. especially the memories of his tantalizing touch, the way wooyoung melts under a mere caress of his fingers or brush of his lips. the way san lures him with enticing murmurs and flirtatious words- it all leaves him wanting more and more.

with these two contrasting subjects being the main spectacle of his mind, it's a miracle he's got through any of their work today. especially with san at his side, presence still as intensely deafening as ever.

the older male seems thoughtful, only speaking when necessary and even then his words come sparingly. there's a rather distant astuteness blanketing his tone, that wooyoung can't place.

he hasn't touched any of the school work in a while, just fiddling with san's pens. kicking his legs childishly, wooyoung builds up enough courage to ask him about his wistful mood, curiosity and concern getting the best of him. he nudges san's shoulder gently where they sit side by side on his bed, catching his attention.

"what's up with you today?" he asks softly, no accusatory humor in his voice. only genuine interest and care he can't disguise.

"hmm?" san answers with an oblivious hum, sliding his arm around wooyoung's waist loosely, clearly fixated on a question, scribbling away.

"you seem a little far away today." he ventures, unconsciously relaxing at his touch as he comments on his secluded manor. "if you want to talk-"

the other boy laughs shortly, exhaling through his nose. "it seems you beat me to it. i was gonna ask you about your parents."

"oh." wooyoung's shoulders slump at the reminder, disappointed some one else has already told san.

he squeezes the blonde gently upon his evident reaction, the reassurance making wooyoung's heart skip a beat. "seonghwa told me after yeosang told him. he thinks we don't know enough about each other."

san finishes with another small laugh, but the younger pouts in agreement. "he's right," he remarks, agreeing with the statement entirely.

"oh?" the raven haired's smirk can be deducted in his tone as he shuffles backwards and lies down on the bed, pulling wooyoung down with him.

the blonde lies flat on his back next to san, his blue eyes gazing unseeingly up at the roof. he stretches his arms behind him and crosses them behind his head, getting more comfortable as san discards the work, papers ruffling.

"i guess you don't know a whole lot about me. but i don't know everything about you, either." san ponders, shuffling next to him.

wooyoung can't see, but the male has turned onto his side, bending his elbow to prop his chin onto his hand so he can look down at the other boy as he lies there unknowingly.

"what do you want to know?" the blonde inquires quietly, not feeling the need to speak at a normal volume given their proximity. "i'll tell you anything."

san's quiet for a moment, the silence occupied by their mingled breathing. "tell me about your parents, then." he suggests, beginning to play with wooyoung's hair idly. "i heard they're coming back from somewhere soon?"

the blonde hums in confirmation, deciding where to start. "well... they travel a lot, which is why my aunt usually takes care of me. the reason they travel so much is because they're obsessed with somehow finding a cure for me." wooyoung doesn't mention he does not have the heart to tell them he'd given up on that long ago.

"a cure for blindness?" san wonders skeptically, his fingers threading in the strands of wooyoung's hair where it's spread out on the duvet.

the blonde nods in confirmation. "that's right. i think they're looking for a reason rather than a cure. the cause- because i wasn't born blind and there was never an explanation as to why it happened."

the older processes this wordlessly, and wooyoung tilts his head back to look in his direction. "your turn." he murmurs, not wanting to keep discussing his own. "tell me about yours."

san stops playing with his hair momentarily, making a disapproving noise. "my parents... it's not a happy tale." he starts, and the younger brims with sympathy based on what he already knows.

"i won't bore you with the details," he continues, resuming stroking wooyoung's hair as he spoke. "but my dad died from cancer when i was twelve, and my mom started to deteriorate soon. didn't want to go on without her soulmate, i suppose. after my sister died... she shattered. i wasn't enough to hold her together and-"

he breaks off, taking a shaky breath. wooyoung can't tell, but he's almost sure san is crying. "she may as well be dead. not on paper, but... she was put in an institution. i haven't seen her since i was fifteen."

the blonde's wide blue eyes gleam, and he's overwhelmed by an urge to hug the older. to wrap his arms around him and tell him it won't be so hard anymore. at that moment he wants to be there for him more than anything else in the world, the feeling enforced by a warm tingling in his chest.

"i don't mean about the sad stuff," he says, shuffling onto his side to face san. although he can't see san, he wants the older to be looking at him, to see his genuine expressions.

"tell me about the good stuff." wooyoung asks, smiling gently. "when they were still alive."

there's a moment of consideration, as san thinks. "my dad was great," he starts, a smile in his voice, too. "with me and eun. always so positive, joking about everything. suppose i got my humour from him."

wooyoung hums, encouraging him to continue. "he used to take us to the movies, all the time. eun loved it, even though she couldn't see. hearing was enough. she liked it better when me and dad read to her, though. that was before he got sick." he pauses, and wooyoung waits. doesn't push. "there was so much energy in him, all the time. in my mom, too. neither of them were ever as kind as my sister, though."

"they all sound great." he whispers quietly, reaching out until his fingertips find san, stroking his cheek.

it's san's turn to hum in reply, pressing into wooyoung's hand. "they were. i forgot that there were good moments, too." sighing nostalgically, he presses a kiss to wooyoung's forehead. "were there good moments with yours, too?"

pulling a face, wooyoung purses his lips. there were, if he thinks back far enough. hard enough. they had always expected so much of him, loved all his achievements. he can't remember when last they'd been proud of him.

"they never missed any of my dance competitions. not one. since i was very young." dancing was when he had been happiest, and when they'd loved him most. wooyoung has not danced in a while.

"you dance?" san asks, surprised.

"danced." he corrects, stretching his legs out, remembering how it felt to move them in the air, on the stage. "lost the passion for it, when i went blind. couldn't watch myself."

"exhibitionist." san muses, chuckling.

wooyoung grunts with an eye roll, extending a leg to kick san lightly. he's not wrong, really. there was nothing much more in the world wooyoung used to love more than watching himself dance. his expressions in the mirror, the ripples of his body, the flow of the clothes. the way the material would pull tighter across his chest, his thighs.

"i'd like for you to see me dance." he starts, liking the idea of san watching him the way he watched himself. the thought is admittedly getting him a little excited, jittery.

san barks a laugh, kicking him back. "bet you'd fuck your clone, if you could."

wooyoung blushes, turning his face to hide it in the sheets. "you'd fuck my clone, too." he mumbles, words obscured in the material.

"maybe." san says ambiguously, cheekily. "we'll play a game, and maybe you'll find out. a little game of truth or truth."

wooyoung shifts his eyes nervously at the suggestion, unburying his face. "o-okay." there's tension, now. he's sure of it.

"the thing i want to know," san begins in a low voice, leaning his head down. "is if you feel something, when i kiss you?" he brushes his lips over his temple, and fuck him, because wooyoung's pretty sure he felt his tongue there too.

clearly, the piercing has healed by now. rude.

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hopefully we can understand san a little better :) i'll have to reveal things slooww though ;)

anyway, my county's officially on lockdown and it all kind of feels surreal?? how bout you guys?

hope you're all safe, this is a pretty scary time <3

xxx

edit: i was so unprepared lmao anyways we live laugh love smut next chapter