wooyoung san

once in the sleek black cabriolet wooyoung had marveled at and san merely rolled his eyes and ushered him inside, he shut the panel between driver and backseat, turning to his 'date' with serious eyes and clasping his hands in his lap.

"it's only fair i let you know what you're getting into." he began confidently, already having decided it was far too late to turn back now. "my parents... they're certainly a pair of individuals."

it was wooyoung's turn to roll his eyes, and he simply shuffled further back into the comfort of the seat. "well that's fairly obvious. we're in a fucking- i don't even know what car this is!"

san took a small breath, beginning to play with his already clammy fingers. "please take this seriously."

"okay. i will." wooyoung replied lightly before adding more seriously, "i am."

"my mom is alright. she went through a lot when i was slightly younger, but after remarrying jongun and getting in on his company she's too busy to pay much attention to me. so busy that the only time she could call me was the middle of the night." he pretended what he was saying didn't mean much, not wanting the other to have to comfort or act caring towards him. "despite that... at least she's accepting of me. but she can't do much under jongun's authority, and her only friend is her wine glass."

wooyoung whistled at san's brash forwardness, but said nothing, indicator for him to go on. "my stepfather is a little different. his father served in the military and that had a huge influence on the way he brought jongho and i up; me especially since i joined the family later and apparently needed more discipline. but he's... a step up from my real father."

the other raised his eyebrows, giving him a look full of sympathy and care that san detested with his whole being. wooyoung was certainly making it difficult for him to stop having feelings for him when he so obviously cared so much. too much. like no one ever had before. "you seem like you want to elaborate."

san's eyes darted around the car's interior, debating how much he was going to say. "let's just say he's very conservative."

"i'm really not exceeding in korean-"

"for god's sake, jung. he hates/is not very open to gay people. namely me. he wishes he could somehow change me, but he's finally maybe seeing that he can't. it's not something i can remove from myself like dirt." he explained, not looking the other in the eye.

"i'm sorry." he answered quietly. "how come you never said anything?"

i couldn't. "just didn't see the relevance." san shrugged, pursing his lips expectantly as the car slowed and pulled into a familiar driveway. "we're here. better start acting like we really really like each other."

he opened the door hastily, stepping onto the pavement before he could catch wooyoung's dejected fallen expression. the other opened his door more slowly, stepping out and breathing in the air while looking at an upstairs window with nostalgia as if remembering some faraway past memory.

"we'll be fine," wooyoung stated, linking arms with the dark haired boy reassuringly. "i'm a great actor."

they began walking steadily towards the front doors, san's heartbeat increasing with every step, feeling the other's side brush occasionally against his own, the warmth of this familiar yet strange presence a reminder of what it felt like to not be alone.

"wooyoung," he began suddenly as the other lifted the polished bronze lion knocker on the oaken doors, glancing at him fretfully. "i'm scared-"

but the doors opened in answer, interrupting his words and causing them both to stand straighter and plaster broad smiles on their faces. the younger shot him a puzzled yet dismissive look, brief, and then bowed to the maidservant before stepping into the house.

san shook himself of his anxieties, unconsciously clutching wooyoung's arm a little tighter - and if he noticed, he didn't make any visible response. the door was again closed behind them, cutting off the natural light and sound from outside, causing san to jump slightly. why did he feel like they just walked into a cage and there was no way out?

before he could make a last attempt to turn back and run for his life, his stepfather entered, followed by his mother, the man's piercing gaze immediately on him, their arms, and then wooyoung. a deadly silence rang through the air, and san felt an overwhelming urge to scream.

what was he thinking, agreeing to bring his boyfriend (fake boyfriend, but still) into a house where the master would have the pair sent somewhere devilish unblinkingly? he may as well get them both to write their wills now. wooyoung, i'm sorry.

"san, wooyoung!" his mother greeted, smiling too broadly to be fully genuine, breaking the silence a little suddenly. she walked towards them, giving san a stiff hug and awkwardly patting wooyoung's cheek.

"mrs. choi." the other bowed deeply, flushing at her unexpected touch. jongun just watched the trio from a distance, expressionless as always, observing.

"please, come this way. the chef is preparing *insert array of korean delicacies here* for us." she told them, clasping her hands properly behind her back as she led them to the dining room, his stepfather poised at the door like a warden.

san dipped his head with a tight smile, taking wooyoung's hand tightly in his own as he followed, desperately telling himself not to break character for even a second. upon passing jongun, he did not so much as look at him, keeping his gaze fixated straight ahead. he was not going to seek him out to get some sort of twisted approval.

"wow it's really awkward in here." wooyoung breathed down san's neck, almost causing him to flinch away at the sudden sensation. but he just nudged the other discreetly, playing it off by gushing at him like a girl and giving him the biggest heart eyes he could muster.

seats had been set side by side at the pristine carefully laid table for the two, the cloth spotless and not a crease to be seen. opposite them sat his mother, while the head of the table was reserved for jongun, who shortly followed and sat himself down in one swift motion, indicator that the rest of them may sit too.

"so, boys!" his mother began, almost desperately trying to fill the silence. "i want to know everything. how did you two meet?"

"it's kind of a funny story, actuall-" wooyoung tried answer, but san kicked him under the table, scared for him to say the wrong thing. thank god for the long tablecloth to cover what was going on beneath it.

"yes," he interrupted loudly with a cough, tilting his head towards wooyoung and clinging onto his arm. the boy next to him jolted in surprise, marveling at his unusual clingy behavior. "i was assigned to be wooyoung's math tutor."

the other shot him a puzzled look as if to say, were you? did we? and san kicked him once more in answer: just go with it.

"is that so?" his step-father spoke for the first time, suddenly more intrigued and silencing the whole room. "so you're not academically talented?"

"jongun-" "honey-" san and his mother said at the same time, the latter giving the man a pleading look.

"does that mean you're more into sports? football perhaps?"

"yes, i am sir." wooyoung gave the man his best smile, nodding respectively. "co-captain of the team."

"interesting." jongun let out, sitting back thoughtfully. a moment of silence again passed, but the man seemed to have said all he wanted to. does he think gay guys can't be into sports? san fumed, angered by these juvenile stereotypes.

fair enough, he wasn't the sportiest guy out there (he'd rather die than force his body to move more than necessary), but that had nothing to do with his gender preference.

"anyway," his mom began, eyes flickering in attempt to find a topic change. "tell me about yourself, wooyoung."

the other nibbled his lip ruefully, undoubtedly imagining the reaction of this composed family if he told them what he was really like. "i'm an only child, but i have a dog..."

is he nervous? oh my god my heart did not just flutter- "there's not much to tell. i hope to improve in school so that my only career option is not a farfetched football dream i guess."

"honourable aspirations." his stepfather cut in again, rubbing his chin. "you could always join the army."

"well, sir, us men will all have to some day." cries in xiumin. "besides, my father was once a military man, and i fear he may have the same thoughts."

"nothing to be afraid of." jongun's lips pulled out to the sides creepily, and it took san a minute to realize the man was smiling. "interesting."

these remarks were really beginning to irk him.

"no, wait." san spoke up, leaning forwards and grip tightening on his fork. "why is that 'interesting'?"

jongun's features tightened as if angered that san dared speak a word to him. "well it just gives me hope, san. not all guys... like you... are like you."

wooyoung tensed back, cocking his head and looking at the defiant man straight in the eye. "hold on..."

"don't say anything, boy." his stepfather said firmly to wooyoung, his tone still somehow softer than san had ever heard it directed at himself. "there's hope for you, yet."

"what exactly do you mean by that?" san questioned, unintentionally raising his voice.

"choi san." his stepfather addressed him like anything but a son. "i only want what's best for you. and judging by my observations this... acquaintance of yours can still be taught the right way. i can help him before it's too late."

san pushed his chair back, on his feet on in an instant. "and here i was think you'd become open minded."

wooyoung stood, too, hesitantly and glancing around in distress, unsure of what was going on. "san..."

"come on, boy." jongun sniffed, clearly annoyed by san at this point. "sit down. you should want the best for him to if you care about him."

if you care if you care if you care- shut up i'm trying not to.

"why do you think i agreed to being him here?" san questioned angrily in a rhetorical manor. "i obviously care enough to introduce him to you. that should be enough! if i didn't care i wouldn't risk it!"

"risk it? that's not fair." jongun began to take the appearance of a tomato, whether from anger or embarrassment, san couldn't be sure. "we both know that won't happen again."

wooyoung, previously awkward, glanced over at him in confusion, like 'what's he talking about?'

"let's put that behind us, san. sit down and we can talk about fixing this mess-" jongun commanded, but not one inkling of rational thoughts were galavanting through san's mind.

"fix what? fix him? fix us? well sorry, dad, but no!" san yelled, and pulled a very surprised and confused wooyoung by the collar towards him.

"this one can't be fixed." he announced, and dipped his head down to connect their lips.

he was aware of his mother gasping audibly, and of his stepfather's hands slamming down on the table top, but what he was much more aware of was the feeling of wooyoung's mouth against his own.

he missed this so much. the other responded quickly, thinking he was playing along, and tilted his head to the side, hands finding san's waist as he pulled him in.

san's hands were shaking on his neck, holding him to his body and not daring to open his eyes. the kiss was not overly passionate, but it held something else, both of them giving in to what they both wanted and savouring each other's touch while it lasted.

when they pulled apart, it was slow, and their heads remained touching, lips apart and breathing equally steadily, one's eyelids fluttering open while the other remained with his shut tight, too afraid to face the consequences of his actions.

"well then." his mother spoke up, and san could hear the amusement in her voice. "i think we better leave so you can cool down, honey."

"but ryujin-" san heard his stepfather splutter, for once at loss for words.

"shh, let's go." his mother calmed him, standing him up and ushering him out of the room.

"ryujin they're going to stain the tablecloth-" he fumbled regretfully, and san let out a soft laugh.

"they're boyfriends, jongun, not hormonal sex machines," their footsteps could be heard going up the stairs and soon their voices faded too.

san exhaled in relief, opening his eyes and backing away from the other at last. "i can't believe i just did that."

"i'm proud of you." wooyoung told him, unravelling gaze drowning him.

san scratched his head awkwardly, feeling targeted by those stupid deep eyes."uh, yeah. good- good acting, by the way."

he gave wooyoung a bro pat on the back, but the boy was not taking any of his shit, grabbing the hand and spinning him around so he was pressed up against the table, caged in by wooyoung's arms.

"that kiss felt pretty real." he said huskily, regarding san with a calculating stare. "tell me. did you feel nothing?"

"w-well i wouldn't could it a something-" san yelped, a blush dusting his cheeks.

"hmm." wooyoung hummed, and brought his lips to san's jawline, trailing one testing kiss after the other, causing him to shiver in delight.

"i could take you on this table." he let out, nibbling san's earlobe and leaning forward to bend him further back over the surface.

the dark haired older sighed in agreement, eyes rolling back at the sensations the other was granting him. "i don't think my parents would appreciate it."

"screw them." wooyoung whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth and was about to make san's lips his next victim when the other spoke quickly.

"we can't." he told him, breath hitching as the younger boy traced his arm gingerly with his fingers.

"i forgot to mention how gorgeous you look tonight." he answered lowly, taking in san's appearance once more, eyes surveying the other's body pleasingly. "besides, who's to stop us?"

as those words were spoken, an unholy screech caused one to jump off the other in shock, san sitting up immediately and covering his face with his hands. "i am!!!"

"am i late to the party or something? i just wanted some food, no one told me this was a private gathering!" jongho shrieked, shaking his head in disappointment.

"ugh, my eyes! please don't fuck on our dining room table, people eat there! food, not each other!"

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honestly i think this fic is deteriorating along with my writing...

however since i'm starting to dislike it so much i'll try much harder to improve the plot and everything from now on! i don't want to disappoint you guys

take care <3

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