san wooyoung

the dreaded day of jongho's party had arrived. san had mostly stayed out of the way, while people he didn't even know came in and out of his house to lay out abundant arays of alcohol.

jongho had meerly smiled apologetically at him, pointing up the stairs to indicate san must go to his room and not come out of it. san had obligied, but now his throat felt like sand paper and burned for something to quench his likely dehydration (he had been shut in his room for 2 hours, so this was a bit melodramatic), so he decided no one would mind if he popped down for a drink, as the party had not even begun yet.

jumping up from his unslept bed, he shuffled and faltered by the door, wondering if he should go.

what if jongho's friends are already here to help? half of him pondering, his anxiety prodding. screw them, the more logical part of him reasoned, and he opened the door and made his way down the stairs.

upon hearing voices and a chorus of laughter in the kitchen, he decided jongho definitely had company, but paying no mind to them he agreed with himself to enter the room, pour a glass of water ignoring them all entirely, and leaving.

as soon as he stepped foot on the white kitchen tiles, the room went a bit quiet, like a machine suddenly turned off. san kept his eyes on the floor (the lovely, spotless kitchen floor), heading straight to the water dispenser in the fridge door.

the sharp clink of the glass he had to stand on his toes to take from the cupboard filled the silence, seeming much louder in his head than reality, the sound bouncing off the walls. clearing his throat, he stood awkwardly by the fridge while his glass filled antagonizingly slowly, focusing on the sound of rushing water.

"san-" he heard the voice of jongho start, but was interupted by another he did not recognize.

"this is your brother?" the question caused san to look up briefly, not used to being the subject of conversation.

the speaker was none other than jung wooyoung, whom san knew next to nothing of, as perfectly composed and effortlessly attractive as he always seemed to be. the boy bit his lip, swiping his eyes up and down san's body, as if scanning and memorizing which parts of him where easiest to beat up later. (this was the only reason most people looked at him, san found).

uncomfortable from wooyoung's piercing gaze that remained transfixed on him, san looked down, very interested in the floor tiles once more.

"yes, this is my brother." jongho drawled out in a bored fassion.
"my lovely brother, who should not be here."

"your lovely hot brother," wooyoung said under his breath, probably not intending for san to hear.

but he did.

san blushed deeply, swearing under his breath when he realized his glass was long since full, cold water splashing onto his feet. fumbling with the dispencer, he practically sprinted from the room, glass in hand, the contents occasionally splashing out as he rushed clumsily up the stairs. wooyoung's soft laugh only infuriated him further, and he slammed his door childishly before setting his glass down and collapsing face first onto his bed.

the things i do for hydration. he tutted himself, hugging his sleeping companion (shiber) to his face.

or rather, cuddling companion, because san didn't really sleep very often. he had severe insomnia, and the only thing to make him get at least 2 hours of sleep was cuddling shiber, even though the cuddling didn't always work.

sighing to himself, san sat up rubbed his eyes tiredly, fishing his phone from his jean pocket. he scrolled through his contacts until coming across yeosang's, and pressed dial.

he may as well talk to one of his best friends if he has nothing better to do.

san wooyoung

the night kicked off shortly after jongho's cute brother stumbled adorably out of the kitchen.

people arrived in groups, most bringing more alcohol.
wooyoung lounged by the wall with a few of his friends; hyunjin, minho and seonghwa, all of the holding drinks and laughing.

another boy their age approached them, to which hyunjin smiled and waved enthusiastically. "jisung!"

"hyunjin, hey." the guy (who resembled a squirrel) said with a lazy smile.

"wooyoung, seonghwa, this is han jisung. he went to the same high school as hyunjin and i." he nodded in acknowledgement, not too concerned with meeting new people, while seonghwa waved before leaving to meet someone else.

minho just stood there, as if in a trance: eyes fixed on han jisung like metal to a magnet. "j-jisung-"

"lee know! hey man, it's been a while." jisung beamed punching minho lightly in the chest.

"i just go by minho now." he smiled softly, averting his eyes from jisung for the first time.

"okaaay, i'm going to go now." wooyoung announced, uncomfortable with the weird atmosphere. none of them even looked up as he sauntered away from the trio.

for a while he danced among strangers, losing himself to the crazy feeling, the buzz, he got from alcohol combined with the illusion of happiness, until he grew bored and made his way to a group of people he recognized.

"jung wooyoung." an exceptionally attractive girl in a skimpy black dress approached him, blocking his path, biting her lip and swaying her hips sexily (or at least it was meant to be sexy, but it wasn't really working for her).

"hey beautiful," he smirked, taking a huge swig of his drink. "what's your name?"

"chungha," she giggled, twirling her dark hair around a manicured finger.

the girl was very cute, but wooyoung wasn't sure why he didn't feel anything. he figured another drink might help him, so he excused himself momentarily from chungha's company.

ten drinks later, he was practically tripping over his own feet, giggling at dancers and trying to take his shirt off unsuccessfully. the must of been something else in those drinks, because usually he could hold his alcohol relatively well.

"chUngHA!" he drawled, the girl was almost as drunk as he was, and she giggled back at him and through herself at him unelegantly.

"you're so hot." he pouted, stroking her her as she began kissing him.

he should have felt something more, he knew that even in his drunk state, but he really was not into this, into her, at all. she continued kissing him, rubbing herself on him, touching him, but still, he was bored. music and lights and dancing faded into a buzz, she faded, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes as she tugged his lip.

he didn't want this.

she dragged him to the bathroom, laughing and undressing them both swiftly.

this didn't feel right. you're jung wooyoung, suck it up.

her lips moved over him, and he tried, god damn him, he did, but nothing.

why are you doing this?

he smiled at her, kissing back, touching her.

you want to lose that bet.

his shirt the only thing left on his body, she naked, he kissed her again and told her to get ready.

shut the fuck up, no i don't.

he exhaled, peeling himself from her body and pulling his jeans on.

"where are you going?" she mumbled, smiling drunkenly.

he ignored her, stepping over the crumpled dress and bra, picking the latter up and flinging it at her, unbothered.

somewhere in the madness of the sweaty bodies and blaring bass of the music, he managed to navigate through the crowd, staggering along the halls, wanting to be somewhere quiet.

his ears filled with a low buzz, and he was only slightly aware of his legs moving up stairs beneath him. he didn't know where he was going, but somehow he ended up at a door.

as long as it was quiet.

wooyoung opened the door, leaning against the doorway and breathing out deeply. he put his hand over his face, the spike in his drink finally wearing off a bit, turning into the room and-

"um, hi?"

ya'll thought wooyoung and san- (so did i but it would be too soon) anyway i kept that weird scene short 'cause the main focus was wooyoung's feelings plus i can neither read nor write straight scenes

welp yeah, tysm! x