wooyoung san

san had been avoiding wooyoung for the week, and anything to do with him. he changed the subject when the topic was brought up, and even went out of his way to dodge him in the hallways by changing his routes.

his friends seemed worried, but he told them he was fine with every frequent question. he wasn't sure why he was so affected, and felt he was over reacting. all wooyoung had done was prove he was who san didn't want him to be, but he shouldn't want him to be anything, san reminded himself.

jung wooyoung was just another person who disrupted the current of the rapid river that was san's life, eventually leaving one way or the other. except, he didn't leave. like so many others, san just pushed him away.

he refused to have anything to do him, with good reason, but he could never get rid of the underlying nagging anxiety for wooyoung's wellbeing ever since the day san walked away from the other allowing himself to be beat up.

he missed him.

and he was sure it was only because he couldn't sleep again, and the insomnia was getting worse and worse. he supposed the negative impact of sleeping with wooyoung's help was that when that support was removed, the problem intensified.

nothing happened on the second day, or the third, or the fourth. the passing of time inside the exquisite prison of his mind became its own ordeal; the only thing that interrupted his days was the routine of his meals and hygiene.

he almost laughed at himself so many times - you're acting like this is a breakup - because the insanity of the idea was hilarious to him; he and wooyoung could never be.

so why did he kiss you?

san ignored the inkling of question drifting far in the abyss of his mind, dismissing it as quickly as the idea he missed and wanted to see wooyoung again.

the only reason he kissed you was to experiment. he's probably off experimenting with half the male population now. it didn't mean anything.

maybe not to wooyoung. but boy, did it mean something to san.

he didn't take kissing lightly, especially not when the person in question was a homophobic (or so he thought) idiot self-absorbed stoner, who messed with his feelings by breathing.

maybe the description was a little harsh, but people who punched you were not to be given sympathy too.

"why do i keep thinking about someone who punched me?" san questioned, surprising those around him due to his propensity of introvercy and no inclination to express his feelings.

"maybe you're a masochist." yeosang replied dryly, earing a flick from yunho.

"you should stop thinking about him." felix said quickly, glaring at yeosang briefly for his bad timing.

"i don't know," yunho started hesitantly, biting his lip and glancing at san. "mingi told me wooyoung was in pretty bad shape after bambam. he hasn't been back to school in days."

all three boys stared at san indiscretely, anticipating a reaction. but san kept his cool, fighting back the way his heart lurched and screamed at his feet to get up and run to wooyoung right then.

"serves him right." felix muttered honestly, clearly not on the wooyoung sympathizer list.

san was determined not to be on the wooyoung sympathizer list either, and so he continued to eat his food even though he had no appetite.

yunho looked at san quizically, opening his mouth again as if to change san's mind, which was not helping. "mingi was also pretty worried-"

"drop it." san said flatly, not welcoming any other reason for him to go find the boy who was subject of their conversation. "wooyoung's not our friend. we shouldn't care." we? don't you mean 'i'?

san shook his head to snap out of it, getting up to get some fresh air or just be anywhere else.

welcoming a slight breeze, he walked slowly with his hands clenched deep in his pockets, keeping his eyes on the ground absent mindedly.

and of course, today was just his luck, because he ran into lee minho, the second person he wanted to see less than wooyoung.

"choi." the other sniggered, but it seemed his heart wasn't in it. everyone appeared to be in a depressing mood today.

minho glanced behind him and then at san, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "you don't wanna go back there. wooyoung is having one of his episodes with his stoner friends."

minho walked on past him, own destination clearly in mind, but the warning was too late. wooyoung had already seen him, and was clearly not in whatever qualified as the 'right' state of mind.

"um- m-my friends are waiting," san lied, attempting to turn and leave as fast as possible.

"nah," wooyoung smirked, swaggering up to him with a reek of everything inbetween cigarette smoke, bad hygiene and weed. "i know you're alone."

damn it. "cool, well, i'm going to go..." but as soon as he looked at wooyoung, his feet stuck to the ground and refused to let him move. his honey skin was discoloured in several places, a low cut shirt exposing more bruising below his collarbone.

it looked as if he had been someone's punching bag (well, he had), and the blue black colouring of both his eyes and cut on his lower lip broke san's heart. had he even treated these wounds?

”you going to keep staring at me or..?” his smirk had fallen under san's intense gaze, now an uncomfortable half-assed attempt at what was meant to be a smile.

san averted his eyes, blushing slightly. "i wasn't staring." he cleared his throat, shuffling his feet anxiously. "those bruises look pretty bad."

wooyoung touched his cheek in surprise, as if he had forgotten they were even there.

"why did you let bambam do that to you?" san let himself ask one of the burning questions he had been desperate to.

"mm. i don't know." wooyoung hummed, shrugging. "are you worried about me, little choi?"

"no! ahem. no." san scoffed, rolling his eyes before crossing his arms in defense.

"you need to get them treated. it's been days." san furrowed his eyebrows, examining the unnatural colouring, consequence given by bambam for his poor choices.

"i will." wooyoung agreed, not very convincingly.

"yo! woo!" an impatient shout came from behind them, and footsteps of someone san didn't recognize. "come back, man."

the stranger eyed up san, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable with the way his eyes lingered shamelessly. but he had to admit, the boy was very attractive, tall, with full lips and light pink hair. "this your boy?"

"what? no." wooyoung laughed fakely, making a face at the newcomer. san hated him almost immediately, wanting to recoil from his darkened eyes.

"that mean i can have him?" the other smirked, stepping towards san and touching his arms, causing him to flinch back. "bet he'd like that-"

wooyoung stopped the other with a firm hand to the chest, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "no."

"but you just said-"

"it doesn't matter. leave him alone."

san swallowed anxiously, feeling himself panic at the interaction with a stranger.

"okay," the other laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at san before he left. "until next time, pretty."

wooyoung gritted his teeth, face cold as he faced san. "i'm sorry about hyungwon."

"don't wory about it..." san said awkwardly, trying to sound more assuring than he felt. "um, im going to go-"

"no! i mean, no," wooyoung corrected himself, blocking the way for san, "you have to... come with me to the infirmary!"

"no, i don't." san sighed impatiently. get over yourself.

"you do! i might get lost and... and it hurts!" wooyoung convinced him, wincing for good measure after touching his face and adding, "ow!"

"fine," san rolled his eyes. "but anything you do has nothing to do with me. don't take this as forgiveness."

"forgiveness?? i thought- oh. right. yeah, i understand." wooyoung laughed lightly, unable to conceal a crestfallen tone in his voice.

san nodded, avoiding his eyes and clicking his tongue. "shower first though. no offence- actually, much offense. you stink."

wooyoung looked mildly offended, but gagged after inhaling nearer to his body. "ah. well it's not my fault someone left me-"

"don't put this on me! you shower no matter what. always!"

"...okay, but you drove me crazy!" he began seriously, but trailed into roleplay with wild hand gestures. "i couldn't think, couldn't eat! couldn't sleep-"

"okay, okay." san grumbled, following wooyoung in a huff to his dorm room. couldn't sleep.

no. he was not about to open up to wooyoung and ask him to sleep with him again. shiber was enough, for now.

wooyoung groaned in frustration upon reaching his door, fumbling for the key. "i swear i had it-"

san tried the handle out of interest, just in case, and just like that, it opened. '"...wooyoung?"

"huh?" he looked puzzled, wary that the door was unlocked.

he stepped in hesistantly, and appeared to jolt in shock at what he saw. san peared round the door to see a boy they both recognized immediately, black hair unstyled and unsually messy, lounging on the double bed shirtless and looking questionably ruffled.

"minho?" wooyoung questioned in obvious surprise, confusion creasing his eyebrows.

"wooyoung!” he jumped up, scrambled for his shirt and looking stricken with panic.

"...what are you doing in my room?" minho sheepishly looked around for an excuse, but he seemed at loss for words. "look, dude, if you want some alone time, or a girl, do it somewhere else-"

but he stopped in his tracks, cut off as the bathroom door opened to reveal someone san didn't recognize, midnight blue hair swept across his forehead, defined features relaxed.

"wait. i know you!" wooyoung exclaimed, pointing and waving his finger vigoressly. "han... jae something?"

"it's jisung." jisung stated drly, raising his eyebrow at san.

"WAIT A MINUTE." wooyoung seemed to finally come to a realisation. "why are you both in my room??"

jisung glanced at minho with a subtle smirk, and god, san wished he had a camera, because minho blushed.

san understood what was going on immediately, and he couldn't help try to suppress a laugh at wooyoung's ignorance and their situation.

"what are you laughing at, choi?" minho muttered, not making an effort to sound sharp.

jisung took a now clothed minho by the wrist, leading him out the door after murmuring a "let's talk."

wooyoung shut the door in baffled irritation, looking at san for an explanation. "what just happened?"

"you didn't catch on?" san laughed, patting the other on the back in sympathy. "jisung and minho were having some alone time."

"in my room?" wooyoung sounded horrified, before confused anger morphed his features. "wait. minho is straight."

"or so we thought." san agreed, secretly very annoyed he had been fooled and picked on by yet another 'straight' popular douche.

"why in my room?" wooyoung didn't seem to want to let that go.

"because you're notorious for bringing girls here and 'having alone time', so no one would be suspicious or stupid enough to interfere or question it." san gave him a 'duh' look.

something like hurt flickered on wooyoung's face, but is disappeared as quickly as it surfaced. "i guess so."

maybe it was the atmosphere of the conversation, but san couldn't help feeling a little uneasy at being alone with wooyoung in his room.

the other suddenly grinned, leaning forward to san and putting his hand on his waist. the sensation caused him to tense all over, and he glared helplessly at wooyoung's confident demanour. "what if we-"

but san cut him off by pushing him away so he stumbled backwards. "no. you stink. go shower."

"that didn't sound like a no." wooyoung smirked, earning a whack from a tired san.

"i will never talk to you again if you don't get in that shower."

"you over estimate how much your not talking to me would affect me."

"and you over estimate how much i want to talk to you. get in the goddamn shower."

wooyoung whistled, splaying his hands in defeat and taking a step to the bathroom door. "on one condition."

"please, anything, if you'll just shower-"

"be my roommate. i'm lonely. and you need someone to sleep with you."

"no."

"think about it." wooyoung nodded at him, waving and repeating the words before entering the bathroom at long last.

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