san wooyoung

wooyoung was confused. not just puzzled, but full on baffled, bewildered and unhinged. and it wasn't just because of maths.

choi san confused him. messed with his head, made him want to try. he didn't know what was wrong with him. he was meant to be the bad boy, the jerk, the one who didn't give two shits. but around san, he wanted to do better. be better.

it scared him.

but despite the fear of actually caring about someone other than himself, he couldn't help but smile when he left the other boy's house.

and he couldn't stop thinking about him.

he thought about the way san's warm sun kissed skin had looked in the light of his room when his shirt had gotten stuck. he thought about the way san had blushed, the way he had made wooyoung's heart flutter without even trying. he thought about the determination san had to teach him, the way his bright eyes had darted around like fireflies when he pulled him towards him.

whenever he closed his eyes, he remembered the way the ombre sweater and flattered san's perfect figure annoyingly well, and how it rode up occasionally, exposed his gloriously smooth skin beneath the taunting material. he has been so close to sliding his hands under that devilish sweater, just to confirm the softness of san's skin, just to try.

wooyoung bit his lip to prevent another smile, trying his best to bury the thoughts swirling around in his head.

he wanted to stop thinking. about san, about anything.

it had been so long since these feelings had crept up on him, ambushed him without warning and scattered rational thought. wooyoung thought he had buried them.

he wasn't into guys.

that just wasn't who he was.

he had fought it before, and he would fight it again.

but alas. there was san.

almost screaming in frustration, he paced the empty parking lot, not trusting himself to get on his bike. the beautiful sleek black chunk of metal remained parked in its usually vacant space, the rest of the lot a tarmac wasteland, long since emptied of life for the day.

light had long since faded, the sun already a distant memory as darkness settled comfortably upon the sleeping day, paving the way for night.

deciding if he didn't leave soon he wouldn't make it back to the dorms in time before curfew, wooyoung reluctantly slid onto the leather padding of his motorcycle, clasping on his helmet and starting it up to exit the parking lot in a rush.

he paid no heed to road signs, to traffic, just allowed himself to lose his thoughts for a moment, lost to the icy stroke of the wind, roaring in his ears as he raced down a busy road. he felt relaxed, adrenaline coursing through his veins as the exhilarating pleasure dominated the anxiety.

now, he didn't feel the fear most riders did, all he cared about was forgetting.

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1 unread message

littlechoi🏔:
i can't sleep
✓delivered 2:13am

wooyoung groaned at the loud vibration against his chest, opening his eyes into the dark and yawning twice before closing them again, drifting almost back to sleep.

2 unread messages

littlechoi🏔:
i'm sry lol idk why i msged you it's late
✓delivered 2:18am

wooyoung groaned into his pillow, picking up the exasperating device to see which idiot messaged him at two at the morning when he had school the same day. when he read them, he was instantly awake, sitting up in his bed eagerly and typing a quick reply.

you:
no it's ok!
do u want me to come over?
✓sent 2:20am

littlechoi🏔:
no that's ok
i don't live on campus, remember?

you:
yeah i know that, but why?

littlechoi🏔:
idk
it doesn't matter anyway, go to sleep

no i'll still com|
but i wanna cud|
you:
well im awake now

littlechoi🏔:
srry abt that

you:
dw
...you should come room with me
my roommate left ):
✓

read 2:29am

but san didn't reply, and wooyoung soon fell prey to tiredness, and drifted into an agitated sleep.

wooyoung was dreaming.

the park was quiet, and he sat alone, swingly rhythmically on the old unused child's swingset. wooyoung kicked his feet in the dirt, willing the swing to go higher, and when he looked at his feet, they were those of a child.

a giggle escaped him, and he heard the laugh of a woman behind him. his mother.

"good job, woo," she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "go on! higher! go higher, woo!"

he swang higher, wanting nothing more but to please his mother. this blissful childish ignorance was almost sad, but at the time he didn't know better.

why am i dreaming about this? he found himself wondering. as if on comand, the dream shifted. he was older now.

"boys don't like boys, woo." what? "it's wrong."

again, the dream shifted, and he found himself to be older still. but this didn't feel like a memory any more. it felt more like a fantasy, a real dream he didn't want to wake from.

"san," he breathed, seeing the other standing a few feet ahead of him. his faded green hair tussled in the wind as he turned and smiled warmly at wooyoung.

"wooyoung!" he smiled brighter, and wooyoung's heart leaped as san threw his arms around him, drawing him into a warm hug. "you're so good, wooyoung." he whispered, smiling against his neck, warm breath tickling wooyoung's skin.

"so good." he repeated, glancing up at him with trusting eyes, as if convincing  the other of his words.

so good...

wooyoung woke abruptly to a cold sweat, breath coming out in short gasps.

what the fuck? he questioned, sitting up and collecting his bearings.

rubbing his face to get rid of the drram, he decided it would be best to forget the dream ever happened.

i don't like boys. he told himself assuringly, heading to the shower.

and i definitely don't like san. wooyoung ran the shower icy cold, allowing the freezing water to wake him up.

wooyoung san

san was late to school.

he didn't understand how it even happened, sure he was awake until 4am, but he didn't even remember falling asleep.

he rushed like a madman through campus, pushing past annoyed students and apologizing every two seconds, making his way as quickly as he could to english. in that moment (and never again), he almost wished he had maths instead, since mr. lim wouldn't care. but, instead, he had mrs. wang, and she was likely to kill him.

i hope she does. he thought as he stood outside the door warily before pushing it open and stepping in as quietly as he could.

"mr. choi." shit.

"yes?" he smiled innocently at his teacher, scratching his head sheepishly.

"would you like to inform the class, in english, why you are late?" mrs. wang raised her eyebrows cockily, not even looking up from her clipboard.

before he could say anything, the door opened again, and none other than jung wooyoung (bless his soul) entered the classroom, sauntering over to san's side and crossed his arms.

"it's my fault, mrs. wang, he was with me-" the old woman made a choking sound, taking in san's disheveled appearance and wooyoung's airy stance beside him. a very panicked look over took her as her eyes darted back and forth from the two of them.

san bit down on his tongue, swallowing a laugh at the poor teacher's uncomfortable position of shock.

"-helping with my flat tire. just being a decent guy." wooyoung said easily, the lie slipping from his lips easier than any truth.

"h-helping with your flat tire." she repeated, adjusting her glasses and regaining composure. "of course. ahem. take a a seat, boys."

san advanced to his seat beside felix, slumping down and wanting nothing more but to disappear into it. envious, questioning looks were shot at him from around the room, mostly from girls.

"dude." felix stared at him, mouth agape and clearing wanting an explanation. "flat tire? are you sure?" his friend had the audacity to smirk, and san smacked his chest.

"shut up." he mumbled, his words muffled by the sleeve of his jacket buried in his face. "and close your mouth before you start catching flies."

felix blinked, laughing and throwing his arm around san. "okay, choi. whatever you say."

wooyoung watched the whole interaction wordlessly from his seat on the other side of the room, ignoring all the stares as a small smile played on his lips.

"if you say anything else, felix, i will make your life miserable." san glared at him half-heartedly, putting his head down on his desk.

"aw, but san! you're my friend, my life is miserable enough." san hit him again, but felix just laughed warmly, glancing at the other affectionately before getting back to his work.

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chapter kind of messy but wE'RE gEttiNG soMewHERE

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