wooyoung san

10.06.17

san isn't looking for a fight to begin with.

it's not how he would have liked to start his week, but the discouraging malaise of an overcast monday morning helps his mood in no way whatsoever, not to mention he isn't exactly looking forward to moronic fools swooning over the nearing of their soulmate discoveries. he never is.

it just takes a comment a little too sultry from a stranger a little too eager towards a girl a little too young to trigger him. the dude has a punchable face- he's practically asking for it. it disgusts him to witness his generation using the universe and 'destinies' as an excuse for inappropriate endeavors. san hates it. he hates the world.

"i hope the other guy looks worse." comments his girlfriend, chengxiao, as she dabs the cut under his eye carefully.

perhaps 'girlfriend' is the wrong term to use for her- but they are each others distraction for the time being. san finds his tolerance for the girl lasts about until she opens her mouth longer than five minutes. but, she's hot, so there's that. he sounds like a dickhead, he knows. it's easier that way.

he winces a little as the medicine stings his wound, tilting his head upwards slightly.

"you know," he replies neutrally, "most girls tell their boyfriends not to get into fights, not encourage them."

chengxiao stops cleaning for a moment and bites her lip, gazing at him offhandedly. "girlfriend?" is all she says at first, to which he answers with a shrug, regretting his choice of words immediately. "we both know you're not about to listen to anyone telling you what to do, san."

"you're not wrong." he agrees, catching her hand and bringing it away from himself. "leave it," he adds, having sat there long enough already. "i'll live." unfortunately. ha.

chengxiao sighs with an eye roll, disposing the bloodied cotton and screwing the lid back onto the disinfectant. "suit yourself."

she then slips onto his lap, legs on either side of him, clasping her hands together around his neck. oh, he thinks indifferently. we're doing this, then. chengxiao lowers her lips to his ear, and an expectant smirk creeps over his lips. he can at least act like he wants it. it's what she expects.

"you're sexy with bruises." she breathes with a kiss, but the words tense his muscles and turn his stomach. it brings up bad memories. san grips her waist tighter in agitation, which she takes as a green light and moves her mouth over his.

he kisses her uninterestedly for a couple of minutes, opening his eyes to watch the clock ticking over her shoulder. chengxiao tugs at his hair, massaging his shoulders and shuffling further into him, but all he can concentrate on is counting the seconds until it's over. it's kind of sad, because san likes hair pulling. her nails are just kind of scratching his scalp, and he's half worried one might come off in his hair.

ugly memories stir in him he doesn't want to think about, and they aren't exactly a turn on. he trudges home naively, soft to the world and yet to be hardened by its bite. he's in love. they're in love. it's what he tells himself.

her mouth is wet on his, her hands guiding him and practically begging for a reaction. he's not trying anymore. chengxiao's eyes are faithfully closed, but his remain lazily open and he hardly kisses back. the memories keep coming.

his own eyes stare blankly back at him. the glass mists up while the hot water runs, so he sweeps his hand across its surface and drinks in his reflection again. painted with pretty bruises. san tilts his head, touching his face. they are pretty, aren't they? that's what he says. he believes him. they're in love.

he tries to shut out the memories, and swallows the creeping nausea in his throat, lips no longer moving against his company's. he's losing track of time. san feels hot all over, but not in the aroused kind of way.

he will no longer be trampled on. san doesn't want to be below anyone ever again. that's how he will protect his parents. his sister. she will not go through that ever again.

tick, tick, tick-

"the least you could do is pretend to be interested." chengxiao has stopped kissing him. he didn't notice.

"sorry," he apologizes half-heartedly, pushing her off of himself and standing up from the chair. "i'm just not into it."

"why?" her voice raises an octave higher. "is there someone hotter than me you've-" ah, how san hates her whining insecurities.

"i don't have time for this." he rubs his eyes in annoyance, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it back over the loose white top that adorns his sturdy frame. he looks good. and she knows that, she has eyes. it's the only reason she's with him.

"san-" she pleads, but he ignores her, making for the door with barely a backward glance.

"we'll talk later, chengxiao." san tells her flatly, running his hands through his ruffled dark hair, its waves falling into his face. he looks good.

he leaves before she can irritate him further. his irritably rates are particularly high today and her looks aren't enough to cancel out her thoughtless rambles.

•••

later, the universe provides itself to be exponentially out of his favor. he's minding his own business in class when an unexpected voice rings out over the announcer. "choi san, report to the principle's office."

the kid in the seat next to him who's name he hasn't bothered to remember glances over at him, unfortunately recognizing the name so san has to act rather than ignore.

he begrudgingly makes his way to the office, where he is now, sitting uncomfortably before the man in power who lounges in his systematically placed intimidation chair, in a seat coincidentally positioned centrally lower. small details. but san hates inferiority.

"you're not in trouble, in fact." are the introductory words that spring from the principle's mouth.

san raises an eyebrow, resting his hand atop the side of the chair and maintaining an indifferent countenance. "oh?"

"i understand you are able to read braille?" the man asks rhetorically, adjusting his glasses and skim reading some files on the desk in front of him which san conveniently can't see. he doesn't like where this conversation is going.

gripping the hand rest tighter, a muscle flares in his jaw. "no." he lies, the word exiting his mouth rigidly.

"is that so." is the almost amused comment he is met with, further infuriating him. "because here it states you have studied braille practically since birth, and have close experience with the blind. your sister, i presume?"

his jaw wires shut. "my condolences, by the way." the principle offers, but his empty words touch san in no way. a bitter taste fills his mouth.

"what i'm getting at, mr. choi," he explains, "is that we have a new student entering our school, who happens to be blind. he's about your age, and will need some kind of friend-"

"you're assigning me some special needs case?" san shakes his head. "am i allowed to say no?" too complicated.

"no." the principle smiles, before adding, "but this is good opportunity for you, mr. choi." an opportunity san doesn't find himself inclined to take.

"his name is jung wooyoung. he should be here any minute now, and you can meet him." continues the balding male san is despising more every passing second. "he'll accompany you to your classes, and you can show him around our school."

the words just keep flowing out of his thin mouth like some turbulent river of pollution, every one dripping with fuel to pile on to san's boisterous mood. he feels like he might explode. implode. he isn't sure.

"look, mr. jeon." san cuts off whatever he's saying. "i'm sorry to disappoint you, but i'm not sure i'll be able to-"

before he can finish, there's a knock on the door, and in comes a tapping white cane followed by the acclaimed culprit who must be jung wooyoung. the boy unintentionally stops san's breath for a moment in his throat, his careful movements captivating.

the aura of the room immediately shifts, the principle visibly on edge as he becomes more wary and eyes the boy like some kind of helpless animal. san scoffs quietly, parting his lips as he examines jung wooyoung carefully.

he's about as pretty as chengxiao, dark blonde hair parted in the middle of his head atop honey skin, rosy lips pressing nervously together and stunning blue eyes gleaming unseeingly ahead. jung wooyoung's mouth parts slightly, his teeth leaving soft indents on his lower lip. san thinks he might be staring.

"i may not be able to see," the boy comments, and san savors the clear musicality of its tone. "but i can feel you staring at me."

"mr.jung." the principle clears his throat, "this is choi san."

"that's awfully nice," wooyoung replies, "however i have no idea where it is you are indicating." witty. san likes him.

san stifles a laugh at the reddening of mr. jeon's face, raising himself from the seat a tad more energetically than a moment ago. he holds out a hand to wooyoung's free left one, standing in front of him so he can make out where he is. it's like second nature. san knows exactly what to do and how to interact with him, and suddenly he misses his sister with a sharp pain.

"at your service." he introduces himself properly, and wooyoung's head angles to the direction of his voice. "i'm san."

they shake hands, and the blonde boy offers him a smile. "i'll take it from here, mr. jeon." he assures him, leading the way out of the office.

"i'm wooyoung," begins the blind boy once they're outside of the stuffy room smelling unpleasantly of breath mints. "which you know, but, now you can hear it from me. because i can speak for myself." wooyoung adds defensively. "i'm blind, not dumb." feisty. san likes him more.

laughing lightly, san walks shoulder to shoulder to the pretty shorter. they're almost the same height, but now that he's close to him san can tell he's taller than the blonde. "and i'm not helpless, either, so-" he goes on, but san stops him short.

"i know all that crap, there's no need to go over it. my sister was blind." there isn't even a pause at the 'was' before wooyoung breathes out in relief, nodding to himself. good, san thinks. he won't have to explain.

"oh. okay. good." he says in short bursts. "where're we going?" the boy follows up, blinking his baby blue eyes.

"i'm showing you around. you're my extra cred, remember? jeon must've mentioned that." san mutters, uninterested in decencies. the blind boy is certainly someone to look at, but san isn't in the mood for a hookup.

"that's always nice to know." the boy answers sarcastically, but san can't tell if he's genuinely hurt. they turn a corner and are met with stairs, and san grabs wooyoung's wrist, pulling him towards him. his skin is soft, and warm to the touch. san tries not to think about that.

"stairs." he warns, almost too late, and wooyoung quickly pushes him away, descending carefully at a steady pace. the loss of contact sends a disappointed flare through san's arm.

"i'm aware, dumbass." he says, managing on his own just fine. "the beauty of the white stick."

"i know," san ventures, following behind him. "i just wanted an excuse to sweep you off your feet. damsel in distress style." he isn't sure why he's suddenly flirting. it's so like him, yet so unlike him.

wooyoung makes a sound of annoyance. "blindness isn't some kind of fetish. i don't need help every other second."

"it's a pity you can't see." san jokes, ignoring him as he touches the boy's shoulder lightly. "you're missing out on all this. i'll have you know i'm quite the looker."

the boy halts abruptly, jerking away from him and raising his cane threateningly, to which san quickly steps back from.

"i've spent about ten minutes with you, and i already can't stand you." wooyoung mutters. "i don't need to see you to know your type, choi san. i'm your extra credit. show me around and let's leave it at that."

"well i can't exactly show you anything, wooyoung." san irks him, getting moodier once more.

"thank you for the reminder."

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chapter freakin two

this took longer than it should have to write because i have no bloody ideaSS :,) i know where i want this story to go i just don't know how to take it there-

anyway ateez are coming to my city!! and i'm going to try and get tickets on monday eee

wish me luck <3

xxx

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