wooyoung san

"-and then he said i was hot." san exclaimed to yeosang on the other side of the phone, who gasped dramatically. "and he kept looking at me! making me uncomfortable and shit, fucking asshole."

"dude, he's not an asshole for looking at you." yeosang's tired reply came shortly.

"well he is, because i did not give him the right." scoffing, he was sprawled comically on his side, head resting on a hand while his fingers twisted his faded green (now more blonde) hair.

a laugh sounded warmly to his ear. "you didn't give the right? apologies, mr. choi, does he have to sign a permission slip?"

"no! just, ugh- i don't know. i didn't like the way he kept staring." the line went quiet for a moment. "yeosang? did you fall asleep?"

"yes, you have bored me to slumber, san," followed by a yawn.

"okay. well, goodnight then." san hung up, feeling bad and selfish for keeping his friend up.

"just you and me, buddy." he whispered to shiber, hugging the plushie close to his chest and staring mindlessly at the constellations projected onto the ceiling above his bed.

and just as he began to think his eyes were closing and he might get some sleep, he was interrupted by the sound of his bedroom door opening and hitting the wall with a low thud.

turning in surprise, he was greeted by an unmistakably drunk male body slouched against the door frame, but it was too dark to make out his face.

"um, hi?" san practically squeaked, annoyed as well as a bit afraid of a stranger entering his room.

the figure looked directly at him, as if shocked the room was inhabited. "yo."

"sorry, this room is off limits-" san started, but the guy shuffled over to his bed, face planting on it immediately. 

"wooyoung?" the male raised his heavy head, his pale purple hair falling in eyes that definitely belonged to none other than jung wooyoung.

"oh. it's you." he didn't sound disappointed, just sort of matter of fact with no emotion what so ever.

"y-yeah," fuck, stop stuttering, "can you please, um, l-leave?" he wondered if he sounded half as stupid as he felt.

"why should i do that?" wooyoung smirked, gazing up at san who stood over him awkwardly.

"b-because. this is my room. and-" uninterested in his reasoning, wooyoung sat and stretched his arms before shushing san with a finger to his lips.

"i won't bother you, little choi. i just want some quiet."

"well, funnily enough, so do i, but you're sort of ruining that." san scoffed, dodging away from the tingle of the brush of wooyoung's finger to his chapped lips.

"so? go to sleep. i'll shut up." hah. sleep, funny joke.

for some reason he figured he would regret later on, he decided to tell wooyoung about his predicament. he didn't know why, but he just felt so desperate to talk to someone other than his friends, who tried so hard to understand but san felt they weren't trying hard enough. it was selfish and stupid of him, but he felt that they brushed him off when he told them, and never really listened when he answered their constant 'are you okays'. (this was not true, but he was blinded by the anxiety of them not wanting to know because he knew he was waste of space and didn't know why they put up with him.)

"i can't." he stated nonchalantly, breaking the short silence.

"you can't what?" wooyoung raised an eyebrow, sitting on the end of his bed again.

"sleep." san pursed his lips, looking down.

"you can't sleep now? or..?" wooyoung questioned, not really following.

"i can't sleep ever. i have severe insomnia. i get an average of ten hours a week. it's concerning." he rambled, playing with shiber anxiously, glancing up at wooyoung to check for a reaction.

although the other was listening, he didn't show it, his eyes more focused on the plushie in san's hands.

"you still sleep with a plushie?"

san almost dropped the said thing, embarrassed to be caught with his lifeless closest companion. "its name is shiber," he hugged shiber to his chest, sitting down cross-legged opposite wooyoung. "and i need him to help me sleep. he's my cuddle buddy."

wooyoung reached over, holding his hand out expectantly. san reluctantly placed shiber warily in his hand, watching as the other boy inspected the plushie.

"this is a lame cuddle buddy." he announced, chucking shiber to the side carelessly.

"oh yeah? and what better option would you suggest?" san shot back, defending shiber's insulted honor. 

"me." wooyoung let out easily, leaning toward san with a serious look on his face.

san's heart suddenly fell, and he pushed wooyoung away, looking to the side. "who put you up to this?" he said quietly. stupid of him to think jung wooyoung was interested in him.

"what?" wooyoung cocked his head to the side, confusion gracing his features. 

"who. put. you. up. to this." san asked through gritted teeth, laughing harshly at the confused look on wooyoung's face. "let me guess, my brother? what was the plan, wooyoung? get san to like you so you can break his dumb heart and leave him alone again? well news flash, that is not going to happen, so you can-" he spluttered, feeling tears prick his eyes like needles. 

"no!" wooyoung cut him off, shaking his head vigorously. "there was no plan! well, there was a bet. but that had nothing to do with you! sort of-"

"a bet? just get the fuck out of my room, jung wooyoung. i'm too tired for this." his words sounded brash and harsh, but inside he felt like he was crumbling. 

"no, let me explain!" wooyoung splayed his hands, clutching san's wrist. "there was a bet, and if i lost, yes, you were the punishment, but i hadn't even met you! and the bet itself had nothing to do with you! it was to do with me, and sleeping with someone tonight."

"and did you?" san's question was more of a whisper, but just as powerful as a shout. 

"did i what?"

"lose the bet. did you sleep with someone?"

"i did. but-" san unfastened the other's fingers from his wrist, jerking away and giving a short laugh.

"you fucking dickhead. you slept with some poor person, and just left them? what if- what if that as their first time? and you just left them? alone. you are such an unbelievable-"

"is that what happened to you?" wooyoung asked quietly, eyes sort of darkening over in anger.

"i- that's none of your business. but it fucking sucks, wooyoung. you don't just do that." san answered, closing his eyes for a moment.

"i would never do that. please believe me." wooyoung pleaded, almost desperately, holding onto san's tense shoulders tightly to make him face him. "i would never." he repeated.

"but you did." san smiled sadly, trying to move out of his grasp. 

"no, chungha was not a virgin. and she was drunk, so was i. she probably won't remember anything." she.

"you don't have to explain yourself to me, jung wooyoung. just go." san looked up at him, at the worry in his eyes as he released san and ran his hands through his lilac hair in defeat.

"no, little choi. i'm going to stay with you. i'm going to stay with you until you fall asleep, and you can't stop me." the male came forward and lay down next to san on his double bed, barely keeping a safe distance.

"you're going to be here a while then." san gazed down at him sympathetically before laying down on his back, a hands-width apart from wooyoung.

"that's okay. i want to be your sleeping buddy. your shiber days are over, choi san." he muttered tiredly, turning on his side to face san, who remained frozen, afraid to breathe or even move a muscle.

"you don't even know me." san whispered, staring up at the constellations dancing on his ceiling. 

"that doesn't matter. i want to know you." wooyoung  replied sleepily. san half wondered if he would remember any of this the next morning, and simply based on that thought, he cautiously turned his back to wooyoung, allowing the other to drape an arm over him and pull him ever so slightly closely.

"goodnight, jung wooyoung." san whispered to the darkness of the room, wooyoung's warm breathes on his neck indicating he was asleep.

he closed his eyes, and for the first time since as long as he could remember, san fell into a deep sleep in the arms of a boy only met today.

and while he slept his dreamless sleep, somewhere else in the house that proved to be home to new beginnings, a boy named lee minho learned heartbreak all over again.

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kind of a cute filler type thing :) 

should i tell more about minho and jisung's story? i feel like it's too soon to focus on any other couples other than woosan (which is going to be slow, sorry :( i want to make their relationship more realistic), but i love minsung so much TT

let me know, x