wooyoung san

san opened his eyes to the sun beaming down on his face through the gap of his curtains. for a minute, he forgot where he was and what he was doing there, but he soon remembered the events of last night.

i fell asleep.

a smile broke through on his face, until he remembered why. jerking his head to the side, he realized he was alone in the bed. he reached over to the side wooyoung had lay, brushing his fingertips over the dip in the white mattress left by the other's body, still warm to touch.

he left. 

san was not in the least surprised, but there was a nagging feeling of disappoint somewhere in the back of his heart. he told that part to shut up and get over it.

half of him wished wooyoung had never stayed the night, but he couldn't deny the fact that the feeling of total exhaustion weighing off his shoulders temporarily was too good not to savor. closing his eyes once more, his peaceful mind was soon interrupted by the hum of his phone against the wood of his bedside table.

reaching over tiredly, he opened the device, the glare of the screen irritating his dark-accustomed eyes as he yawned massively. furrowing his eyebrows, he opened the text, which was from a number he did not recognize.

024 ***  :

how did you sleep?

you:
who is this???

who do you think? ;)

the reply came almost immediately after san's message, and he chewed on his lip anxiously.

wooyoung?

jung weirdo 😴:

you got it baby 
✓ read, 9:12am

jung weirdo 😴:

san don't ignore me!
✓ read, 9:15am

jung weirdo 😴:

!!! this is upsetting
✓ read, 9:18am

jung weirdo😴:

did u fall asleep?

you:

what do you think?
jeez, so needy...

jung weirdo😴:
ooh, answering questions with questions ;))
do u want me to come cuddle tonight?

you:

you make it sound so intimate. 

jung weirdo😴:
so should i come?
i have to anyway. gotta hold up my end of losing the bet 😤😤
...you have to tutor me 
✓ read, 9:25am

right. how could he forget? san put his phone down, putting shiber on his lip and pouting slightly before he picked it up again to reply.

you:

why are you texting me? not like we're friends.
✓ sent, 9:28am

jung weirdo😴:
right. not like we are lol
✓ read, 9:29am

san threw his phone mindlessly onto the bed, throwing the thick duvet off himself rapidly before getting out of bed and heading downstairs. 

to his surprise, wooyoung and mingi were seated at the table, and he stopped in his tracks when he neared the door. looking up from his phone, wooyoung's gaze passed through him, not saying anything, before he got up slowly and sauntered out the room. upon passing san, he even bumped his shoulder, causing him to stumble. he guessed the nice act was over and sober dick wooyoung was back.

"do you know where yunho is?" mingi's voice snapped out of his reality check, bringing him back to acknowledging wooyoung was not and never would be his friend. 

when san didn't reply. mingi tried again, frowning down at his phone. "it's just, he's not answering my calls. i'm worried about him."

"yunho went to his mom's for the weekend." san raised a judgmental eyebrow. "you don't know much about your boyfriend."

mingi looked around sheepishly, scratching his head awkwardly. "we don't talk much."

"i gathered, thanks." san mimicked a gagging action and made some choking noises, laughing as he passed mingi with a pat on the back.

"yunho is one of my best friends. don't mess with him." san added seriously as an afterthought, pouring his apple juice into a glass.

"i don't want to. i really like him. it's just... you know." mingi stated, shaking his head a little sadly.

"i know, i know. all your friends are homophobic jocks who would beat your ass if they ever found out, blah blah. i get it, mingi. you're friends with stupid dicks." san gestured with his apple juice while he spoke.

"did someone say my name?" jongho stumbled into the kitchen, clearly hungover. "i heard stupid dick."

"that would be you." san through his brother an aspirin and a bottle of water, making to leave the kitchen as he didn't want to deal with a cranky morning jongho.

"thanks." jongho winced, blocking the doorway to prevent san from leaving, "i need to ask you something. it's about a problem kid who needs help in school." he began, but san rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. "you need to tutor him. extra curricular shit. the greater good."

"yeah, fine, i will." san agreed, pretending not to know this was all planned. let him believe he has me right where he wants me.

"can you move now? i gotta shower. m'smelly." he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his brother to move before making for the stairs.

"he's coming over for his first session later! be prepared!" jongho called after him, but san didn't miss the wink he gave mingi when he turned his head to give them the finger. let them try it.

san would not be messed with.

san wooyoung

he almost regretted leaving jongho's brother when he woke up, but he didn't like the weird feeling he got from staring at the sleeping boy, his contrasting peaceful expression in sleep to the worried angry one he wore when he was awake. the sleeping peaceful one was somewhat beautiful. 

that's why wooyoung had to leave.

he didn't like the way his heart fell when san told him they weren't friends, the way the other boy so clearly did not trust him nor seem to want to know him.

he played it cool, though. brushing off emotions like he was used to, acting like nothing in the world bothered him. the smoking helped make that act a reality, and he got his supply of the good stuff from an old friend who dropped out of school years before wooyoung started college.

thinking of his old mullet friend, he whipped out his phone, sending a quick text to hongjoong about meeting him in ten.

the drinking, the drugs, the weed; it was what kept him alive. or maybe he was so past of the point of saving, so delusional, he truly believed he couldn't live without it. it was agonizing not to have it, he could not ignore the searing torment of being without it. it was an addiction that tormented him, controlled every inch of him, and he had to visit that refuge a few times a day when it was bad, or he'd go insane. if he was away for too long, his body hurt, he was weak, he didn't act rationally. when he finally got some, everything was whole: the world whimsical and perfect. it was all he could ever want. it was perfect. the drugs showed no mercy, and it only took a few careless encounters to fall for them. wooyoung would do anything for them; he would lie, steal, cheat, he would be changed into somebody that would sicken most people, but he couldn't help but love them for it. love the energy and happiness they brought. he needed a way out.

taking a shaky breath, wooyoung gritted his teeth in anticipation as he made his way to the usual meeting place. he paid little attention to passing cars and people, caring only for his destination and what it promised, and they paid him none in return.

wooyoung lent against the large scarred oak tree behind the old skate park, waiting impatiently for hongjoong's arrival.

the older didn't take too long to arrive, and just raised his eyebrows at wooyoung's hasty scramble to light the cigarette. it was his love, his comfort and consistency.  the ash sprinkled across the cement when he flicked the filter, as if each floating piece were a moment of his life sheared away.

he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke seep into his cells. the comfort he'd ached for had finally returned.

"i'm not even going to ask." hongjoong shook his head, pushing his hands into the warmth of his jean's pockets.

"what? you're getting judgey, joong. don't make me call you judy."

"that is the lamest- ugh you are so unfunny when you're high. i'm not judging" the older lit a cigarette of his own, occasionally blowing out smoke rings. "wanna talk about it?"

wooyoung inhaled again, smiling broadly at his friend. "nooo," he drawled, adding in a whisper, "it's a secret."

hongjoong gave him a 'look', clearly used to this behavior. "you and i don't keep secrets."

wooyoung leaned in closer, blowing smoke in the older's face, causing him to splutter and curse. "i don't want to tell you." he let his features relax, because frowning was so not a good look. "but i guess i will eventually."

"so." hongjoong gestured for him to go on.

"it's about that night." he narrowed his eyes at his friend, checking to see if he was following.

"ah. of course. 'that night'. you're going to have to be more specific, jung."

"hmm." he agreed, rolling his eyes. "it's about- do you remember when we crashed that high school party two years ago?"

"oh. that night. how could i forget." hongjoong wrinkled his nose in distaste, obviously not enjoying the reminder.

"well, obviously you remember what happened there, and who with."

"you are being very cryptic right now."

wooyoung tapped his ear, shrugging and pursing his lips. "you never know who's listening." hongjoong just gave him another look, but this time with less effort. "anyway. the who part? yeah."

hongjoong whistled, patting wooyoung on the back sympathetically. "sorry bro. you're a dick, though."

"i know. ugh, such a dick." wooyoung agreed, making a face at his own incompetence. "i have to go get, like, normal, or whatever. and shower. ew. i have somewhere to be later. how inconvenient. bye-bye, hongjoongie."

the younger practically skipped off, leaving hongjoong confused and concerned, but not very surprised.

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questions, questions. i bet ya'll are confused :D 

in case you were curious, this is how wooyoung and san look:

faded green hair, beauty beauty BEAUTY (hair is kinda more brown with greenish highlights i guess)

all i can say is UNDERCUT. the purple is a lil more faded though

xxx