wooyoung san

after taking wooyoung to the infirmary and repeatedly rejecting his question, san was exhausted. not physically, but emotionally. spending so much time in the company of someone so complicated was taking its toll on him.

not only did he regret warming up to wooyoung again, but he did not trust that the other would not end up hurting him again or acting out.

he was not inclined to believe that cruelty delivered with one hand was redeemed by a caress from the other. san was determined not to forgive wooyoung so quickly.

making his way from the infirmary, he recieved a call from his brother, firmly requesting his presence back at home; their parents had returned from their business trip.

san found it amusing they even bothered to let him and jongho know, considering work was more important than their own children. even though san had been glad to be rid of his abusive father all those years ago, his mother had traded a life of pain and insecurity for one of constant work and neglect with jongho's rich businessman father, the ceo of a respected company.

the man's previous wife was likely a mistress, and not a topic brought up in the choi household. their family, in short, was a mess, hence the reason san did not look forward to returning home.

but there he was, lingering outside the door after seeing the almost unfamiliar sleek black bugatti veyron parked neatly in the driveway, evidence of his parent's return.

upon entering his household, he noticed it had undergone redecorating, which was unusual and grew wariness within him.

the large dining and living room was pampered lavishly beyond reason, decoration overrunning everything. anything that made it a home was not apparant, and no such evidence of habitation graced his incredulous stare.

san would feel he was in the house of a stranger, if not for the petite woman seated on the couch, freshly topped glass in hand whom he recognized as his mother.

he cleared his throat impatiently, dismissing the rudiments of polite etiquette he had been tought to practice in the company of his father.

his mother turned her head slowly in his direction, black hair swishing girlishly over the misleading young features of her made-up face. "san!" she displayed a broad smile, which he did not return.

"why did jongho call me here?" he deadpanned, skipping fake loving exchanges.

his mother frowned at his bluntless, taking a sip of her drink. "your father and i wanted to talk to you and your brother about something. he and jongho are in the study."

"talk about what?" san gritted his teeth, a sense of dread curling in the pit of his stomach.

"your father and i... we decided it would be good for us to spend some more time in the house. move back in, permanently."

"that's not necassary." san said icily, scanning his mother for a deeper motive.

"san." the stern voice of his step-father, jongun, sraightened out his back. "don't talk to your mother that way."

jongho followed the hard-faced man wordlessly, glancing at san apologetically. he had always been easy to suck up to his father, which san hated him for.

trying to let go of the hostility in his eyes, san rethought that particular approach and turned over the information he'd been given. turned it over again.

"is there a particular reason?" he asked carefully, playing with his hands.

"does there have to be a reason?" his mother replied tiredly. "we're your parents. that should be reason enough." jongun, who san had thought of as a father but never called him the word nodded in approval, betraying no emotion.

san really couldn't deal with this confusing act any longer. his parents had never showed they cared before, not even when san had to try go to counselling to 'move past his childhood trauma' and 'cope with his anxiety', barely acknowledging the issue. they didn't even know his insomnia was still prominent as ever and showing few signs of leaving.

"that's okay," san took a breath, looking at them defiantly with a sigh. "you won't be seing much of me, though. i live in the dorms on campus."

jongho looked at him in question, trying to cover his surprise. san hoped he wouldn't regret this.

"you do?" his mother sounded equally surprised. "but you hate having to be social-"

"maybe i've changed." he interrupted. not that you would know. you're never around.

his mother cleared her throat, returning to her drink which was draining suspiciouly rapidly.

"i'm just coming to collect some stuff." he added, which wasn't a lie.

san headed up the polished stairs without looking back, loading clothes and a few other essentials into a blue duffel bag. he also packed shiber.

now, he thought, laughing at his unbelievable idiocy. i wonder if i can remember wooyoung's room number.

and that's how he ended up outside room number 4419, debating whether or not to knock. he remembered wooyoung's room to be in block 19, room 44, so there he was.

just as he lifted his hand to knock on the door, it swung open before him, reavealing an attractive muscular boy from the year above, blonde tinged blue hair messily swept across his head. his lips were slightly swollen, grey shirt wrinkled and looking surprised.

"hi?" san tried, wishing he never came. of course wooyoung had someone over. the boy lingered uncomfortably in the doorway, eyes darting over san's face worriedly.

"wonho!" a shout came from inside the room. "why haven't you left yet?"

wonho scurried past san quickly, keeping his eyes down without shutting the door behind him. san stood there awkwardly, casting his eyes to the ground and biting his lip.

"dumb idiot-" wooyoung began to grumble incoherently, but stopped when he saw san in his doorway.

"san!" san tried for a smile, wincing at wooyoung's irritated features, changing to confusion when he saw san's bag. "what are you doing here?"

"i guess i- i don't know. i'll go-"

"did you rethink my roommate offer?" wooyoung questioned, realization replacing his previous annoyance.

san nodded guiltily, stepping back uneasily. "but if you're busy-"

"no! i'm not. of course you can be my roommate." wooyoung gestured for san to come in, which he did, the bag in his hand seeming to burn.

"what changed your mind?" the other asked, seeming to have forgotten what had just happened to put san in an uncomfortable position.

"my parents got back," he replied honestly, eyes flickering around the room. "and i didn't want to deal with them."

"daddy issues? or mommy issues?" the other joked, taking san's bag from him in hospitality.

"my dad's dead." san pursed his lips, stating flatly.

"oh. well. jongho never mentioned it."

"i can't deal with my mom or step-dad. that's all."

wooyoung nodded, sitting down on the bed and looking up at san, waiting for him to say something more.

"so... you and wonho, huh?" san changed the subject.

"what?" wooyoung looked offended by the allegation, denying it vigorously. "no. that wasn't-"

"none of my business." san stopped him, smiling softly.

"but we really aren't. wonho is sort of hyungwon's, and i was annoyed at him so-"

"so you slept with his boyfriend?"

"we didn't-"

"you're unbelievable. you can't cause someone to cheat just because you're a bit annoyed!" san shook his head, turning away from wooyoung to conceal his anger.

"but-" wooyoung tried again, getting up to stand in front of san. "why do you even care?"

san raised his eyes to the other, giving him a hard look. "i don't."

"are you sure?" wooyoung placed his hands carefully on san's waist, fingers brushing the top of his jeans softly, drawing him closer. "you seem like you do."

"i don't." san repeated, angling his head away from the other, but wooyoung's hand came under his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"you're not very convincing, little choi." he whispered, breath warm on san's skin. he clenched his jaw, calming the uncontrollable flipping of his heart.

"so..." wooyoung smirked, thumb brushing his jaw. "would you care if i did this?"

before he could lower his lips onto his own, san pushed him away, ridding himself of the fluttering sensation he was trying so hard to fight.

"yes, i would care. do you want me to be your roommate or not?"

"i do." wooyoung blinked, looking away sheepishly.

"then... don't."

san wordlessly grabbed a handful of his clothes and went into wooyoung's bathroom. as soon as he shut the door, he sank to the floor, kicking his feet repeatedly.

don't fall for him. he told himself sternly, shaking his head sharply and changing into boxers and an over sized white t-shirt to sleep in.

after calming down, he quietly exited the bathroom, breath catching at the sight before him.

wooyoung was in the process of changing, bare back turned away from san. he swallowed, unable to resist raking his eyes over smooth honey skin and rippling muslces. his shoulder blades flexed as he pulled on a loose shirt, covering up the many bruises imperfecting his flawless body and snapping san out of it.

but he couldn't help walking over to the other, and lifting up the shirt gently to examine the bruising. wooyoung froze in shock, eyes questioning at san, who ignored him and tried to steady his breathing.

"these look pretty bad." he whispered, fingers brushing over the ugly colouring on wooyoung's smooth skin, cool under his warm touch.

wooyoung shivered under his hand, causing san to inhale and withdraw his hand, letting the shirt fall.

"if you do that again," he began dangerously, gazing at san with an unfamiliar look in his eyes that both excited and terrified him, "i might not be able to stop myself."

"stop yourself from what?" san questioned quietly, knowing full well what he meant.

"from this." wooyoung breathed, pushing san gently onto the bed and lowering his mouth over his ear.

"and this." his breath sent tingles down san's spine, electrifying his senses when he whispered the words onto his neck.

san closed his eyes, drawing his legs up around the other so his feet remained on the bed but his knees rested on either of wooyoung's sides. he tilted his head back as the boy's breath tickled his neck, head back on the bed.

"i should probably tell you to stop." san whispered as wooyoung then breathed over his ear, pinning his hands over his head.

"you probably should." he agreed, stopping directly above san and pressing their foreheads together. but even though their lips were close enough to touch, he never kissed him, as if afraid of san's reaction.

"fuck it." san breathed, tilting his head up so that their lips touched. wooyoung kissed him back with a slow desperation, letting go of his hands so that san could bury them in his hair.

their lips moved together familiarly, no longer testing eachother. san tugged on the other's lilac locks impatiently, making a small sound into wooyoung's mouth as he gasped, allowing more contact.

the other slipped his hand under san's shirt, exploring smooth skin excitedly while the other hand gripped his thigh firmly, rubbing small circles that made san shiver in delight and moan softly into the kiss.

when san drew away for a breath, wooyoung lowered his mouth over his neck, kissing the sensitive skin softly, and running his tongue lightly over san's adam's apple.

what am i doing here? san wondered, tilting his head back in pleasure.

it doesn't matter anymore.

"you taste like heaven," the other whispered, gripping his thigh more tightly.

he placed his hands on wooyoung's neck, sitting up slightly and leaning forward to kiss him again.

"why haven't you told me to stop yet?" wooyoung breathed between kisses, pulling san into his lap.

"i don't know. don't remind me i should be telling you to stop." san replied, trailing kisses along wooyoung's jaw.

"i don't want you to stop," wooyoung breathed, but drew away from san despite his protests. "but we should."

"why?" you know why, genius. you never should have kissed him in the first place. shut up.

"because it's all a little fast." wooyoung smiled lightly, kissing san's cheek. "and we need to get to sleep."

he nodded in agreement, waking from his impulsive trance to realize what he had just done.

"i'll still cuddle with you, though." wooyoung said, scooting away from san and getting under the covers.

again, he just nodded, a million feelings and thoughts spiralling in his foggy head as he too climbed under the duvet.

neither of them said anything, and a comfortable silence settled in the darkness of the room.

san drew wooyoung's arm over him, snuggling closer to his chest so that his back pressed against him.

the other rested his head on san's shoulder, and just like that, he fell asleep within minutes, feeling safe.

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