wooyoung san

they spent the rest of their time eating junk food and watching shows they had both seen before.

it turned out hyunjin - like san - was a fan of bl series and had seen relatively the same ones as he had dedicated his time to. who would've known?

they fanboyed together over slow burn couples and even shed a few tears, clinging to each other while stuffing their faces with caramel popcorn, wishing for pink milk.

but by the 3rd replay of sotus, hyunjin had fallen asleep, and san had quietly left the boy in the mess of food packaging and a paused episode.

he made his way to his own dorm, planning to sneak in the door as carefully as possible so not to disturb wooyoung.

unfortunately for him, he had underestimated the other's patience.

cursing to himself when the door creaked, san pusher it shut slowly, letting out a breath as the lock sounded. he turned around, rolling his shoulders in relief, only to find-

"you're back late. or should i say early, given it's past 2am." wooyoung was sitting cross legged on the bed, back straight, unblinking.

san made a small sound of dissatisfaction and surprise. "why're you still up?"

"waiting for you. where were you?" he didn't miss a beat.

"umm... hanging out with hyunjin." he mumbled, shrugging off his jacket and averting his eyes.

"i see." why is my heart beating a million beats per second?? "since when are you and hyunjin so close?" wooyoung questioned after a pause.

"since you told me to make friends with some of yours, dumbass." san chided, flicking wooyoung's head playfully.

"...fair enough. what did you guys do?" he pressed further, watching san kick his shoes off and climb gratefully onto the bed.

"nothing much. talked. he's good company." san told him honestly, pursing his lips thoughtfully.

"talked? about what?"

"none of your concern!" san laughed, amused at the other's discomfort of his lack of knowledge.

"what could you talk about that's not the concern of your boyfriend!?" wooyoung fretted, leaning closer.

san poked him in the side. "that's between hyunjin and i."

"hmm." wooyoung pouted, drawing his arms around san and resting his chin on top of his head.

san laughed, turning on his side to press his back against wooyoung's chest. "don't stay up for me again."

the dull lamp flickered off like the embers of a dying fire. "i'll always stay up for you."

smiling, san soon felt wooyoung's slow, even breaths on his neck, an indicator the other was now asleep.

always? "i really hope you mean that." san whispered into the darkness, closing his eyes and pulling the arms tighter around him.

•••

alas, reality was upon them, and they both had to attend class. thankfully, neither had their first one too early, so they allowed themselves a few extra blissful moments of sleep.

"five more minutes..."

"you said that five minutes ago, little choi." wooyoung laughed as he buttoned up his shirt and san buried his face in the pillow.

"m'tired."

"you should've thought of that before you stayed up with hyunjin."

san raised his head to make a face at him. "jealous ass."

"next time you wanna talk to someone..." wooyoung pulled the pillow away from him, poking his own chest and winking at san. "there's always me."

"thanks for reminding me where not to go to." san replied, stretching and yawned as he willed himself to move.

"don't talk to your boyfriend that way!" wooyoung joked, waiting by the door.

"you just can't stop reminding yourself." he grinned, going into the bathroom to ready himself quickly.

walking down the corridor, they walked close enough so that san felt their shoulders brush every now and then.

it felt surreal to both be comfortable with each other. wooyoung smiled at something san said. both of them laughed. san nodded along to an opinionated statement. they talked in peace, and finally san thought it would stop being so hard.

when he glanced up, san made awkward eye contact with none other than felix, walking in their direction with some others. (yeosang, yunho, bambam and co.)

fuck. and just when he thought he could walk past them by holding his breath- "unbelievable." yeosang.

"yeo, don't." yunho interjected tiredly.

but their friend continued. "you're walking around with him? happily? smiling?"

san looked down, ashamed he couldn't just clear things with the rest of them. "sorry." was all he could think of to reply.

"you don't need to apologise, san." yunho shook his head sympathetically.

"of course he does." yeosang laughed bitterly. "choi san, who's sorry for every thing he does. it's obvious he feels guilty for standing there with him."

sorry.

sorry i kissed felix back.

sorry i fell for someone you hate.

sorry i can't talk to you anymore.

sorry i was born.

"he doesn't have to be guilty." wooyoung swallowed, unsure of his position.

"you don't get to talk, jung." bambam sniggered, cracking his knuckles (which san hated more than anything).

"yeosang, let's just..." felix started, gesturing down the corridor. he avoided san's eyes.

"i'm sorry." san tried, voice cracking.

"sometimes sorry doesn't cut it. sorry can't be your answer to everything, san. is that what you told your dad when he hit you? sorry?" yeosang rambled, before stopping when he realized he might have overstepped.

"yeosang." yunho sounded appalled.

overhearing the commotion, hyunjin calmly walked over, putting his arm around san protectively. "are they bothering you?"

"it's clear you don't need us anymore." yeosang scoffed, beginning to turn away.

"well i won't say 'sorry' anymore!" san shouted, taking an angry step towards him.

"sorry i- screw it. i will. but not because i feel guilty. sorry i cared about your friendship too much to reject you!" to felix. "sorry for making you take sides like this!" to yunho. "sorry for sticking by the guy who hurt your boyfriend!" to bambam. "sorry for trying to make everyone happy! even when i never could be! sorry my being with wooyoung was more important than our friendship to you! i'm sorry i wasn't what you wanted!" now shouting a little louder, to yeosang.

not waiting for a response, he stormed past them, followed by wooyoung and hyunjin, looking angry and bewildered respectively.

san flung open the door of mr lim's classroom, chucking his things to the floor and slamming himself into the seat.

the other two followed more cautiously, sitting quietly while watching him closely.

"what yeosang said-" wooyoung finally started.

"i don't want to talk about it." san muttered, laying his head on the desk.

"but-"

"he doesn't have to talk to you right now, woo." hyunjin cut in gently, giving him a stern look.

san silently thanked the dark haired boy, closing his eyes gratefully as the rest of the class filled in.

he must have fallen asleep, because when he next raised his head, the class was in chaos.

minho and wooyoung were smoking while seonghwa sat giving them a disgusted look, mingi smiling while his fingers busied on his phone.

students were throwing around balls of paper, some taking it the next step by lighting math papers on fire.

hyunjin was covering san from everything, looking very annoyed and glaring at anyone who came near them.

in the midst of it all, a young women, who must have been the substitute teacher, crouched beneath her desk clutching her knees, a male student trying to coax her out. her name tag, reading 'miss park' was being used as a frisbee and being passed aggressively around the room.

san immediately felt bad for the women, and glad he slept through most of it. "the fuck is going on?" he mumbled after surveying his surroundings.

"n-no language!" the teacher's panicked cry came from beneath the desk.

"we'll be good," the kid called jackson promised, rummaging through her bag. "i just wanna know your name, beautiful,"

"that's inappropriate! and personal!" miss park exclaimed, meeting eyes with san. help me, she mouthed, but san shrugged, like, no can do, woman.

"aha! park chaesoo. interesting," jackson triumphed, fist bumping another girl who san recognised as kang seulgi (lesbian).

"mr lim couldn't make it." hyunjin explained. "so-" he gestured to the classroom, explanation enough.

"i feel sorry for her." san bit his lip, but laid his head down once more.

"hmm. too bad." hyunjin suddenly got up, striding over to the front of class and snatching miss park's things from jackson and seulgi.

"seulgi, put her lipstick back."

"jackson, you are so weird man. hands off the tampons!"

"that's what those are!?" a shriek.

"yes you dumbass!" seulgi chided, hitting him with a book.

"how's irene , dumbass?" he shot back.

san drifted away once more, no longer hanging onto their conversation.

-

sorry it's short but 1. seongsang went live while i was writing so i had less time and 2. i'm typing on my phone and my hand is numb

also it's my birthday :)

i had therapy today and my therapist goes "wHO cOmes tO thEraPY oN thEiR biRthdAy?" well mental illness ain't stopping for nobody honey

anyway i got so many screenshots from woosan's live yikes I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHSHSKKS I SWEAR have some

xxx