san wooyoung

27.06.17

it's been a week since yeosang's borderline disastrous birthday party, and not a day has gone by when san has shown the harsh dismissive side wooyoung is growing less accustomed to. the boy seems to be letting that part of him lie dormant for a while, and wooyoung's just counting the seconds until it resurfaces to bite him once more.

something must've happened that night at yeosang's, but however hard he racks his brain for what; wooyoung can't recall. all he knows is he woke up the next day with a pounding head, whispers of barely decipherable words and hints of ghostly touches breezing his memories teasingly, none of which he could trust.

san has been flirting almost unbearably since, and wooyoung's far from quick to admitting he's beginning to enjoy the jest. at least that's what he thinks it is.

seonghwa has been working on repairing what he'd broken, feebly trying to redeem himself in hopes of reconciliation with his soulmate. yeosang's dismally already falling for it, and wooyoung can only hope that park seonghwa means what he says.

he supposes that's the beauty of soulmates, though. forgiveness regardless of the crime, no request too small or too large; loving one another the only imperative importance. even if yeosang hated what seonghwa has done, their bond would prevent him from really hating him. his soul has loved him long before his heart and mind will accept he does. from the moment they meet, soulmates are unable to draw themselves away from each other.

for better or for worse- "if it isn't my favourite blind boy." san's teasing voice interrupts his private soliloquy.

"your only blind boy." wooyoung huffs, turning away from the direction it comes from.

"but still my favourite." san counters, throwing an arm around the blonde's shoulders. wooyoung's beginning to think touch is san's love language.

the shorter rolls his blue eyes, walking towards his next class. unfortunately, due to the fact he's still shadowing san, it's the other's next class too, so he's stuck with him.

"let's be real, though." wooyoung shoots back, "if there was another blind person- an old man without a cane, let's say- crossing the road at the same time as me, who would you help?"

"you, of course." san laughs without a second thought. "how else would i get your number? i'm not about to hit up some oldie."

"you're a terrible person." wooyoung concludes with a shake of his head, but he's smiling. "why does helping someone involve romantic interest? can't you do it just for the sake of being a good person?"

"excuse me! i'm the one who sacrificed his friday night-" san scoffs, but breaks off before he says too much. wooyoung's neck jerks around, and he gives an accusing look to the dubious slip. something had happened. he's not sure he wants to know what.

"i don't see how this relates to you being my favourite." san changes the direction of what he's saying, diverting answering. wooyoung knows it doesn't, but has come to enjoy humoring him.

he shrugs, feeling the other squeeze his shoulder indicatively to which he attempts to shake the arm off- to no avail. yep, he thinks. touch is definitely his love language.

"class is boring," the taller complains disapprovingly, and wooyoung feels him lean in closer, following the statement with a loud whisper. "you wanna skip?"

the blonde pulls a face like the answer is obvious, angling his head down to hide the probable sparkle in his eyes that betrays the hint of excitement the suggestion provoked. this sounded like living, he thinks. what teenager doesn't skip class once in their life?

"c'mon!" san presses, beginning to steer wooyoung in the other direction. "it'll be fun." he doesn't make any effort to struggle against him, walking quite willingly.

"san!" wooyoung criticizes, doing his best to conceal a smile. "we have a test today."

"what a coincidence." the taller replies cheekily. "oh well... guess we'll be missing that." he trails off with fake sincerity.

"fine." wooyoung exasperates, after a moment of pretending to contemplate the offer. "but just this once!"

san laughs in response, taking the blonde's hand in his own and quickening his pace, pulling him along. "i'm corrupting you quickly, jung wooyoung!" his words are worryingly gleeful.

it's not long before the older is running for the exit, dodging expertly while wooyoung does his best to keep up. if not for their joined hands, he definitely would've gotten lost along the way.

once they're out, the shorter is more than disoriented, in a state of dizzy confusion as he whips his head around and tries to gain a sense of where he is. while catching his breath, he feels his agitation increasing as the overwhelming sensation of being lost in darkness builds.

but the moment is over in a heartbeat, as san suddenly sweeps him to the side. he feels himself being pushed against a wall, his back hitting the firm brickwork with a thud.

wooyoung's breath catches in his throat at the suggestiveness of their positions (which there is no denying), but the taller doesn't seem to be initiating anything. he's notably aware of an arm pressed across his chest, plastering him into the wall. his heartbeat is thumping so erratically against san's arm- surely he can feel it? san's body seemed to be propping against the wall next to his own rather than hovering over him like he almost imagined.

"that was close," san breathes out. "there was a teacher." he explains, releasing his hold on the other, who's not sure he's breathing.

"m-mmhm." wooyoung hums, and can't help the stumble of his response. his heart's beating like that of a hummingbird, thumping in his chest like a never ending orchestra. it's singing more more more and wooyoung really wishes it would shut up.

"you okay?" the taller questions, and the blonde quickly turns his head away from him to hide the warming of his face. he's making this way too easy for san.

"just... need a moment." he lies, sirens going off in his head. "...to collect myself." why the hell do i feel like this?

"oh!" san exclaims, concern lacing his voice. "i'm sorry. we're outside the building, still on campus though," he begins to describe their location. "we're like, to the left... and there's, uh, grass-"

wooyoung shakes his head with a giggle at the lame but somehow touching attempt. "san." he assures him, turning back in the other's direction. "that's not.. don't worry."

"oh. okay." the taller clears his throat, seeming a little embarrassed. "you uh- you look pretty when you're laughing." wooyoung can hear the smile behind words. "ready to get out of here?" he asks, quickly changing the subject. wooyoung nods his head.

he feels ready for anything, buzzed from the elation of the new adventure he's being caught up in with the precarious boy who practically radiates the careless aura of someone to beware of. wooyoung doesn't find himself minding, though; a part of him he's unfamiliar with doesn't want to stay away. san's exciting.

"i've got the best thing for you-" san begins, and he hears him rummaging for something unknown. "here!" he announces triumphantly, and wooyoung waits expectantly.

"shades." he explains, pressing them into the blonde's hand. "they're sexy."

wooyoung shoots him a look, but puts them on anyway. obviously they make no difference to him, but he likes the gesture. they make him feel safer. his eyes are a glaringly obvious indication he's different from "normal" people, so subtly covering them in a way no one will question... it's perfect.

"no one's gonna stare at you now," san explains a little proudly, voicing wooyoung's thoughts as he guides him through the parking lot.

gravel crunches under his feet, and they don't walk for long until san stops, the beeping of a car unlocking sounding in the deserted lot. the blonde is unsure of what "skipping" entails, but he hasn't been expecting to get into choi san's car.

"it'll be fun." the taller repeats, whispering the words by his ear, and wooyoung can hear the smirk in his words without having to see it. reading him is almost too easy. "get in."

the shorter bites his lip, wondering if this is a good idea. perhaps it doesn't matter. san's already opening the door for him, and before he knows it, he's getting in.

•••

wooyoung laughs at something san says, raising the plastic ice-cream spoon to his mouth and savoring the cold taste of sweetness seeping into his mouth.

they haven't driven far from the school, and he did not object when the other had taken him to none other than an ice cream shop. he previously hadn't known what to expect from the day, and this isn't it, but he isn't complaining.

he's relaxing in the other's company, and is barely able to remember what he had disliked about the charismatic boy in the first place. weird.

"aren't you glad you agreed?" san questions teasingly, and wooyoung rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"it's not awful." he allows himself to admit, tucking hair that's falling in his face behind his ear. maybe he needs a hair cut.

a moment of silence follows, and the blonde shifts in his seat, conscience of the piercing gaze burning upon him measurably. he hears san exhale sharply, and freezes in the middle of raising the spoon to his mouth again. he's aware of the sound of a chair scraping the ground as it moves forward ever so slightly, feels something shift around him.

"you have a little..." san begins, and without warning, wooyoung feels the brush of a thumb over the corner of his mouth. the swift touch suddenly coming into contact with his skin sends electricity down his spine, and his eyelids flutter when san's finger slips ever so slightly further onto his lip. mouth parting in surprise, wooyoung's breath is shaky as his thumb grazes the hotter, wetter side of his lip, almost definitely accidentally.

"o-oh." he gulps visibly, and san withdraws his hand, the exchange having lasted only a second. the tension in the air is unbearably evident, and wooyoung ruffles his hair ineptly.

"god, you're gorgeous." the taller breathes out, and the blonde covers his face at the direct compliment. he seems so sure and unapologetic of what he wants.

"a-and you're very forward." wooyoung falters, wanting to shrink into his noticeably less comfortable seat.

"i know what i want." san counters softly. easy to read.

he's aware enough of his movements to deduce the other is probably leaning forward. or he's reaching out again, and wooyoung prepares himself to be met with that touch again-

ring, ring, ring. it's san's phone.

the other immediately leans back, keen to pretend that did not just happen. "hello." the boy answers sharply, clearly annoyed.

"..." wooyoung can't hear what's said on the other side of the line besides some frantic rambling. "it's for you." san says seriously, and he feels his stomach sink nervously at the abrupt change in tone.

he takes the phone from his hand, ignoring the feelings washing over him when they brush against each other. he's still electric, so on edge. "h-hello?"

"why haven't you answered your phone?!" the voice belongs to yeosang. "i've been calling you non-stop."

"sorry," wooyoung explains, trying to interpret the situation. "it was turned off. why're you calling?"

"where are you?" yeosang dodges the question, and the blonde gets an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"just in town-" wooyoung answers elusively, eyebrows furrowing at the agitated commotion on the other side.

"get to the hospital. right now." his world comes crashing down, and he covers his mouth with a hand to prevent a sob, the phone shaking in his quivering hand. "it's your aunt."

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happy new years!! 🥳🥰

thank you so much for all the support, ilysm

i wish you all the best, and hope it's a better year for everyone. ♡

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edit: the way that went from 0-100. happy new years... again?