wooyoung san

18.06.17

calling song mingi "vaguely familair" was probably unfair to the boy. it's just, san isn't always great with names, even that of someone he'd grown up with. in his defense, he hasn't seen the taller male in a long time, and the boy has changed significantly.

"so how do you know seonghwa?" mingi asks suspiciously, making conversation while they navigate through the crowd.

"i don't." san shrugs truthfully, eyeing the male carefully. "he was just flirting with this girl i know."

"this girl you know?" mingi repeats doubtfully, eyeing san just as cautiously. "was it chengxiao?"

"how do you know-" san shoots back in surprise, but cuts himself off. "yeah, and?"

"our school's not that big. word gets around." mingi says in turn, before adding, "we used to be friends, you know. maybe you don't remember but-"

"no, i remember. but that was a long time ago." san replies indifferently. he doesn't like people from his past reminding him of its events.

mingi looks like he's about to say something, and san stops him with the hint of an eye roll. "if you're going to hit me with the 'you've changed' crap, spare me."

"i wasn't!" mingi denies, making for the stairs. "i was going to ask why you're helping out yeosang. you don't even know him."

"if i told you i was trying to get into his friend's pants, would you judge me?" san drawls, bounding after him and cursing his tall genes.

mingi scoffs in answer, clearly judging. "let's check the bedrooms." he grouches, pushing open one of the doors to no avail.

san smirks presumptuously, strolling breezily to the next door. it's open a crack, and sure enough, he can hear the familiar muffled sounds of chengxiao's whines from within. he wrinkles his nose, waving mingi over.

"in there." he gestures with his head, mimicking a gagging action. "guess i'll do the honors."

he takes a deep breath, ready to act the role of the betrayed boyfriend. san flings the door open dramatically, stepping into the darkened room and flicking the light switch on with a feigned gasp of horror.

"chengxiao!" he exclaims, a hand over his heart, and the girl stops what she's doing to let out a little scream of surprise.

the platinum haired guy, presumably the infamous seonghwa, pulls down his shirt and half lifts his head, annoyed to have been disturbed. chengxiao looks similarly bothered when she sees it's him, and he gives up the act, leaning against the door frame lazily while mingi follows him into the room.

the male shoots him a look, chiding his unnecessary show. "do you need to be so dramatic?" mingi huffs before fixing his hard eyes darkly upon the blonde.

"are you seonghwa?" he asks, and the boy in the bed nods skeptically.

"better yet, are you park seonghwa?" san pushes, quite enjoying the whole ordeal.

"and what if i am?" seonghwa questions apprehensively, and san catches a glimpse of his tattoo when he raises his arm to run a hand though his dyed hair.

"what's going on?" chengxiao chips in, busy doing up her bra and grabbing for her discarded shirt.

san groans in annoyance, pushing off of the door frame and grabbing the girl's wrist. "oh baby," he sighs, pulling her out of the room. "you're really getting quite insufferable."

when she's gone, he shuts the door, raising his eyebrows in time with its slam at seonghwa, pursing his lips aloofly. the male is still quite perplexed, so san decides to make it easy for him, getting straight to the point.

"so, park seonghwa," he begins, emphasizing the name. "i don't suppose you fancy meeting your soulmate?"

"san!" mingi hisses through his teeth, obviously having planned to go about this differently.

the blonde stumbles like he'd been shot, eyes enlarging and lips parting in amazement. "you know kang yeosang?"

"yes, and so do you, since you're at his house." mingi snaps, and san realizes the boy can be quite intimidating. "in his bedroom, nonetheless."

"on his bed." san adds, and seonghwa strokes the sheets he's sitting on with curious slender fingers, before standing and picking up his leather jacket that lay on the floor.

"you're wrong about me knowing him." seonghwa says quietly, glancing up at them with sincere eyes. "i'm new in town. i heard about his party and couldn't help but to come, and to find him. but..." he trails off.

"but?" mingi asks, gesturing for him to go on.

"chengxiao was there." he says, a little guiltily. "she was desperate. she was hot." so he's simply a dick. although the words seem a little forced.

mingi laughs shortly in disbelief, and surprises san by punching the blonde square in the face. his fist connects with his immaculate jaw, and seonghwa stumbles back, dropping his jacket and eyes widening in pain and shock.

"mingi!" the voice belongs to yeosang, who's apparently been at the door for a while. he's accompanied by soobin and yunho, who are also looking at the scene, startled.

"that's my cue." san mumbles, out of place and unwilling to be in the middle of the drama.

yeosang is frozen on the spot, staring at seonghwa, who's cradling his face and bending down for his jacket again. san excuses himself, ready to slip out of the room, figuring it might be time for a drink.

soobin grabs his arm before he can leave, and he almost snatches it away and pulls a mingi on the boy, but his words stop him. "the roof." he says. "we left wooyoung and yeonjun on the roof. can you check on them?"

"you left a blind kid on the roof in the middle of the night?" san exclaims, putting his face in his hands and laughing at the incompetence.

"he's with yeonjun-" soobin defends, but mingi interjects.

"yeah, yeonjun, an irresponsible twerp! did they drink?" he presses worriedly, and yunho nods guiltily.

while they argue, san takes the opportunity to make a run for it, nabbing the jacket that was lying unattended to for some warmth. someone else can check on the boys. it's not his problem.

while he's dodging past the dwindling number of people at the party, planning on making his exit, he hears a dull splash, followed by some screams from outside.

"oh my god!" cries out a female voice, followed by some commotion which he can't make out. "is he okay?"

he rushes to the window out of curiosity, peering outside to investigate the scene. putting together the fact someone seems to have fallen into the pool, san backs away in disappointment. to him there's nothing to make a fuss about, people are simply overreacting.

walking away undisturbed, san almost leaves apathetically, until he halts in his tracks. you left a blind drunk kid on the roof in the middle of the night? the words ring in his head. someone had fallen... and wooyoung and yeonjun are drunk on the roof. san raises his eyes to the sky, questioning a higher power that offers him no answer when he asks why the hell he cares.

unable to have credulity that he's about to waste his time checking on two (one, really) people he barely knows, san turns around at least three times before he decides to just be a good samaritan. it's basic human decency. no other reason.

"screw it," he mutters under his breath, dashing to the stairs at the end of the passage. san climbs them rapidly, hoisting himself up the ladder agilely and shoving open the skylight to greet the night.

he whips his head around in momentary distress, and closes his eyes with a relieved exhale when he sees wooyoung still on the roof, safe and sound. yeonjun is nowhere to be seen, however, and the blonde is edging closer to the edge of the roof, gawking down at the ground.

san clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in frustration, feeling like he's taking care of a child rather than a nearly grown adult. doesn't he sense the danger? he advances carefully so not to startle the shorter, herding him away from the drop by gently grabbing his waist and pulling him back towards him.

wooyoung barely seems phased, and lets out an adorable tipsy giggle. "i think yeonjun fell." he hiccups, leaning into the taller's arms.

"yes, it appears that way." san confirms, steering him to an area of maximum security on the roof.

"san?" he questions, still in the darker haired's grasp and beginning to suddenly sniffle. "is he dead?"

san bites back a laugh, stroking the flushed male's wavy hair assuringly. "no, princess. he's fine." the nickname slips out. it's accidental, really, but it comes so naturally. and they're not arguing this time.

"oh." the blonde hiccups, smacking at the other's hands weakly. they're still situated on his waist, and san quickly removes them, unaware he hadn't let him go. "cold." he adds sulkily, shivering.

"take my jacket," san offers, laying the jacket that actually isn't his on wooyoung's shoulders (he thinks it's seonghwa's). "and let's sit down," he suggests, clearing his throat and helping the other to sit down so that he won't topple over.

san finds himself to be unsurprisingly protective of the blue eyed blind boy, as he had once been of his sister. it isn't a phenomenon; naturally he feels a sense of duty to defend someone sharing vital commonalities with the last person he loved in the world before she was snatched away from him.

almost immediately after they sit, wooyoung lies back, stretching out  on the roof with his hands by his sides, staring unseeingly up, eyes glimmering with wonder. san follows suit, laying beside him under the starless sky. it's not a beautiful night, and a cold breeze even chills their exposed skin. he marvels at the astonishingly bright life in wooyoung's wide eyes, gazing up as if he could see the world's finest wonderments, when really there's nothing at all.

the blonde pulls the jacket around himself, averting his gaze to face san by turning his head, who's already watching him. the darker haired male doesn't say anything, just indulged in drowning in the other's ocean eyes, free to do so as he can't be told off for staring by someone who can't see him do so. he's close enough to make out the individual specks of colour in wooyoung's eyes, despite the dark. he notices a small mole under his left eye, too, and thinks he is beautiful.

their faces are very near to one another, so much so that san can smell the alcohol on the other's breath. it doesn't reek, though, so he figures the boy is probably just a weak drinker who had hardly consumed an awful amount. both of them just lie there under the sky, arms straight by their sides and backs flat against the tiles, heads turned facing each other.

san's lips part slightly, adjusting his head and watching as wooyoung's blonde locks fall over his forehead and pool on the roof, close enough to feel them marginally tickling his own head. every movement he makes is captivating.

"i'm not that drunk." wooyoung whispers, and san smiles affectionately at the false statement. it's almost an invitation.

"if you say so, jung wooyoung." he whispers back. he likes the way his name sounds coming from his mouth. remembers the first time he heard it.

he makes a sound of protest, moving his leg to the side to kick san lightly. "i pprefer it when you callll me.. hmm..."
wooyoung mumbles, barely understandably.

"princess."

san almost chokes, unaware the pretty boy had liked the little pet name at all. but it makes him all the more attractive, because san loves using pet names as much as he hates being called them.

"you sure you're not that drunk, princess?" san asks teasingly, sensing the drowsy boy to be leaning closer. he finds himself not minding.

before anything regrettable can happen, the skylight pushes open, and soobin shoots through the roof similarly to how san had minutes earlier.

"oh, san!" he exclaims in surprise. "i didn't think you came up here. yeonjun fell, so we were all scared that wooyoung-"

wooyoung mumbles something completely incomprehensible, and his eyes finally flutter shut. san sits up, as if snapping out of a daze, running a hand through his hair with a side glance at the blonde who's lying there peacefully.

"no, he's fine." he says with a yawn, standing up stiffly to at last leave kang yeosang's residence. "i'll see you at school."

and he leaves without another look back, head a buzzing train wreck of confusion, thoughts messily mixing together and difficult to separate. but one thing seems clear enough amidst the chaos of his mind.

yes, he thinks with a pleased smirk.  jung wooyoung would make a good replacement for chengxiao.

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me again :)

goodnight lovelies we are getting this story underwayyy

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edit: SO. updates rolling in bc at this point nothing is really changing! i'm just rewriting the tense and adding in small details. some chapters are going to be drastically different though, so don't expect everything to be the same!