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"Now. San, now!" Seonghwa pestered the pureblood in the room he had infiltrated rather easily. He was sticking close to the shorter's back, hissing and hissing to go and break the news to Wooyoung while he packed his things away.

It was the night before the departure, and somehow the vampire had left it this long to let his baby know he was leaving.

"Should I take my essays home?" The younger asked both himself and the other to be a bit annoying.

"Well I don't know. But I do know that you should tell your toy that you're leaving in the morning! This is ridiculous!"

"Ugh, I know, alright? I am well aware of the mistake I have made in keeping this matter to myself. But fear not, I'll be letting him know. He won't be uninformed before I leave."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Perhaps it's because you're a very critical person, Park Seonghwa. If things aren't as you want them to be, you look for ways to change that. Maybe it is time for you to take a back seat and let everyone else's lives play out as they will."

Seonghwa bit back a frustrated scream, balling his fists by his sides, loosening the grip, and tightening them again. "You are insufferable!"

"I know. I take pride in it as well, so using it in such a condescending tone won't work."

The oldest gave up with a bated breath, throwing his head back and whining. "This isn't fair on him. It's already too late now...."

San paused his movements, holding a shirt he had been folding and pursing his lips. "I.....I don't want to force him. I feel more than guilty currently for taking the majority of his humanity from him....and now this. He shouldn't feel compelled to tag along."

"Yet ignoring him for the guts of a week is fine? You see no problem in that?"

"Damn it, Seonghwa, I've already admitted to my woes and mistakes. I would highly appreciate a bit of space and quiet as I wallow in some depressing thoughts and envision a nasty future without my love."

"Look how pathetic you're acting! I'm glad Yeosang has more sense than you, or I would've scratched his eyes out long ago. Figure your shit out fast, because time is of the essence, and most certainly not on your side."

With that, the door swung open and closed, clicking brutally and leaving an eery feeling to shroud the bedroom that had never truly been lived in properly. No personal decor had been put up, as neither Yeosang nor San cared much for it.

The pureblood zipped up his suitcase and sighed gently, leaning against the wooden desk and squeezing his eyes shut.

I have truly messed it up this time. I'm cowardly for running away when I've always had the answer. Wooyoung would've understood had I said this sooner...

All those miserable thoughts and ideas were too soul-breaking to continue thinking about. So the teen did what he always did when upset:

He gave into his unusual nerves and made his way to the door.

It was time to see Wooyoung, and perhaps time to mention what would happen.

San didn't bother with a jacket as he left quietly, hoping to feel the cold this time to remind himself of this day. Sensations, thoughts, and feelings were what triggered memories.....and hopefully, he'd never forget this.

Just say it straight, San. Tell him you must go, and that he has no obligations to follow me out...The real nerves were sprouting from the possible anger his love would feel. Wrathful rage no doubt.

His body knew the route to the other's room almost better than his brain did, taking him straight there before he was even aware. The pureblood rubbed his hands together worriedly, pressing the praying hand position against his nose and begging any higher power that may have existed for him not to lose this boy.

Up.

The window creaked upwards like it always did when he pulled one of these 'break-ins'. His stealthy figure didn't trick the rusted hinges of an old frame. Like a shadow, the teenager slid inside and stood quietly as he looked around this room for the last night.

Probably the last time.

"Mhm, San?" The human croaked from beneath his duvet, eyes blinking lengthily and frequently to look around the now dark room. "What time is it?"

He's far too cute for his own good, the taller thought with a smile, slowly wandering over and drawing his feet from his shoes. Then, crawling over Wooyoung to rest upon his chest, he revelled in the warmth his body emitted and the soft breaths accented by the rising and lowering of his frame.

The human's hands delicately laced themselves in the other's hair, the fingers running gently across his scalp in a soothing manner.

"It's somewhere in the early morning, Darling. About half one or two," San murmured, eyes fluttering closed as he snuggled further against him.

"Oh.....Then why are you here so late? In fact, why at all? You've been ignoring me for the past few days, haven't you?"

I've been procrastinating and delaying the inevitable, the older thought dismally as his index finger trailed up to run up and down the younger's side. It was ticklish, so Wooyoung couldn't help but giggle lightly. "I'm very sorry if you felt upset over my sudden negligence. What I was doing was childish, and I wish to set things right."

"Set what right?"

Oh no, I'm avoiding it again.... "Darling, could you get up a little earlier tomorrow morning? Could you, perhaps, meet me by the school gates? I'll wait for you."

"What is this about?"

"I'll have no choice but to explain myself then. For now, let me be selfish and bathe in the last of normality, okay?"

He's acting strange. Is something wrong? Have I messed up? Wooyoung wondered to himself, taking his hands away from San's hair and lifting his face to see him eye-to-eye. "Are you sleeping here tonight?"

"Would you like me to?"

"I would. I haven't gotten to properly see you in three or four days, San. I'm confused."

"I know," he whispered with a cheeky smile before leaning in and connecting their lips. Wooyoung didn't hesitate or rebel against the action, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired male's neck and deepening the angle. Their breaths intertwined and their hands couldn't settle on one place as they roamed the extent of their bodies.

Heat.

Familiarity.

Need.

Wooyoung hadn't even registered with his own words before they slipped from his lips against the other's, "Mhm, I love you."

San froze, resting their foreheads against each other's while staring at the blushing face beneath his. Woo's pink lips, his pink cheeks and his chestnut irises were too beautiful.

"You mean that....?" He murmured hoarsely, almost inaudible.

".....You don't believe me?"

He's such a tease. "Hmm, I love you too."

And so they continued their game of kisses, soft laughter and the incessant need to hear how the other felt.

Warmth.

Passion.

Love.

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