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Wooyoung is addicted to parties, alcohol, and noisy places where young people have fun, and San knows that nothing good awaits him, when the younger approach him with that smug smile coating his lips.
"San-ie!"
For a moment, he contemplates whether he should turn around and pretend as if he hasn't heard him or listen to what that sly fox wants to ask now. But San has always been a humble person by nature, his goodwill showing in every deed he does, and therefore, he can't force himself to ignore the younger, despite his yawning wish. So he turns around in the hallway, noticing the hand that reaches for his shoulder.
Wooyoung smiles at him, suddenly trying to play innocent, even though San already has seen the huge smirk on his face, "San, there you are, I've searched for you everywhere, man!" he exclaims while moving his arm around the hind of San's neck.
The other wants to roll his eyes at him, because no, Wooyoung has definitely not searched anywhere for him, that would be such foolish to believe.
"You have? I didn't know," San retorts with discreet sarcasm, but Wooyoung picks it up nevertheless and shoves him sideways.
"Hey, stop mocking me," the younger grumbles and lets go of him again when they reach his locker. San watches how Wooyoung basically throws his books in without any care and slams the locker shut, and he can't help but feel a bit bad for those expensive items. When he turns around to his friend again, his eyes are suddenly lit, as if he remembers why he even 'wanted' to find San.
They have known each other since elementary school, and it is still a mystery for San why a boisterous, lively, outgoing boy chooses to befriend a quiet, introverted boy in a class with at least thirty others. Wooyoung says he doesn't even remember why.
But indeed Wooyoung remembers what he wants to ask him now, San senses it with alerts, and he already knows what he will answer.
"No, Wooyoung, I will not."
"Come ooon, San-iie!~ It will be fun, you always say you don't have time for parties! Just come with me this one time, I promise you that you will not regret it later," Wooyoung whines as he clings to San's arm while they cross the school's parking lot. He sounds so desperate as if his life depends on receiving one specific answer.
It is not the first time that Wooyoung has begged him to go with him, in fact, he does that every week, but his small brain just seems to forget how stubborn San is too.
He will not go.
San sighs deeply, his brows frowning as he looks away from Wooyoung. He hates parties; too much noise, too many people, too much alcohol. He thinks the whole concept is unnecessary and at times completely dumb. But Wooyoung thinks differently.
"You're so boring, seriously, what's wrong with having a little fun sometimes?"
San scoffs at him, "Yeah, and you basically go to parties every week like you're addicted to it, doesn't it tire you just the slightest?"
Even when they reach the bus stop, Wooyoung still clutches his coat, and San pushes him away, "Go home, I don't want to be a part of your stupid party-addiction," he says while the younger stumbles a step away, but quickly maintains his balance again.
"I'm going with you home, you idiot," Wooyoung states, and San can now do nothing about the issue embracing him, literally.
"You cannot convince me," San tells him but only receives a doubtful hum from the other.
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San has no idea of how he has ended up in this situation. Applying the last layer of make-up, Wooyoung glances at himself in San's bathroom mirror, seeming rather satisfied with the outcome and stepping away to go find his target to tease. Wooyoung is one of those attractively hot guys, people cannot keep themselves from looking at an extra time - let it be boys or girls, he seduces them both. His hair is surprisingly holding its natural shade, eyes emphasized and clothes revealing so much chest, that San looks at the skin that he for a fact, has seen a million times.
"San," Wooyoung begins, when he notices what he in contradiction is wearing of clothes, "You can't wear that to a party, it's too plain. You won't have people checking you out with that outfit."
He glances down at himself, finding himself comfortable in his grey sweatshirt and black pants, raising his head to see Wooyoung looking at him with judging eyes, "Yeah? Well, maybe I don't want people to look at me. It is only you who wants everyone drooling over your body. I don't care what others think of my appearance."
A sudden smirk stands in front of his eyes and Wooyoung grins at him, "So, you admit that you think I'm hot?"
"No, I did not say that! Stop talking or I won't go with you," and his threatening makes the younger retreat with a big pout, looking absurdly much like a little child, despite the clothes he has on.
"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend," suddenly, San flicks the younger's front head with a finger as he glares at him.
"Ow! Alright, alright, let's go then," Wooyoung exclaims and pulls them both to the front door, a quick 'bye' is yelled at San's parents before they finally exit and leave the property.
San is pulling on his black coat while he tries not to think of the many foreign people he soon will have confronting him - all because of Wooyoung. The huge grin the younger wears annoys him boundlessly, and San wishes he could pull his showing victory off him again. Wooyoung owes him something after this night.
"Man, stop being this skeptical and thank me for doing this for you," his head is turned at him and he smirks, "You owe me a favor."
San moves forward and pushes a foot in front of the other's, making him trip with a laugh, "No you are the one in debt to me! I swear, I should never have given in. I knew you would be like this."
Wooyoung pulls his phone out from his pocket as he shrugs his shoulders, "Not my fault you said yes."
"But it is!!"
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He likes boys, and Wooyoung knows it. San doesn't look at anyone here, already has found a corner he can sit and just wait until Wooyoung's too drunk to say to go home again. He feels so ridiculously out of place here, that he doesn't even dare get up and leave. Not long ago his friend left him to sit here alone when a tall, rather handsome young man asked Wooyoung if he wanted to team up with him in a drinking game, and Wooyoung, a blushing flustered mess couldn't say no to such a polite gesture. For San, it sounded more like the stranger just wanted to make out with his friend. It still amuses him how Wooyoung's confidence had dropped in a matter of no seconds.
San sighs, but suddenly hears the sound of a chair being pulled, despite the loud music, and he notices a girl sitting down beside him. He smiles kindly at her.
"Heyyy, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Don't you want to join us?" She sounds tipsy, her eyes round and open but the words are honest.
Slowly, San shakes on his head, not knowing how to tell her how exactly he just sits there because his best friend had forced him to come here, "I.. I think I need some fresh air," he tells her before getting up from his seat and leaving her behind. She doesn't follow him.
Crowds are filling the ways around in the house, and San looks down at his feet while he pushes himself past people, his shoulders tense, and lungs holding on air. It smells of sweat and alcohol, but somehow also the murder of comfort. From a table, cheers are given, but San takes no time looking in the direction, instead going directly for the way out of this noisy place. His head settles in the clear air and he walks the whole way out to the pavement, until he sits down, his head resting heavily in his hands as he tries to breathe again. What half an hour of sitting inside that tight house is beyond anyone's beliefs and San must inhale deeply to calm his beating heart again. He's just the boring type - at least Wooyoung can have his fun.
San has never liked it when people approach him - it makes him feel as if pressure is forced upon his shoulders, and it is the same when this boy is nearing him. He looks like nothing special, a beanie is pulled down over his head, and San darts his eyes away instead of seeing what he will. Something feels different about this situation though.
"Couldn't stand the noise?"
Startled, San turns his sight back to the boy, eyes scanning him in the faint yellow light coming from the lamppost standing the closest to them. The eyes he looks into are glimmering with curiosity, but unlike Wooyoung's glint of trouble, those are soothing.
The stranger gives him a small lip-smile, "I don't like parties either - I just wait here for my friends," he points over at a grey car parked along the street, "I'm their driver."
At that moment, San realizes that this 'boy' might be older than he thought from the beginning. He lets his eyes to his small figure again, and then he finds out how adorably small the other male's hands are, and he urges to compare their hand sizes.
"I'm waiting for my friend too," he answers quietly and folds his hands around his knees.
"Oh, really? My name's Hongjoong."
"Yeah, I'm San."
The other male glances at him, San can feel the eyes resting on him, but he finds it difficult to know what he should say. Silently he fiddles with his fingers, a red shade is already painting his cheeks, but that doesn't make it easier for him to break the heavy waters.
The front door to the party host's house is suddenly swung open and a group stumbles outside. Hongjoong turns around to look in their direction but quickly finds his way back to San again.
"I'm surprised you even offer your time to do that for them, I mean, the driving," San doesn't look up at the other while he speaks, but he senses the smile he retrieves.
"Someone has to do it, they couldn't even last for a day without me," Hongjoong inhales before he lets out a giggle, "Not even Seonghwa, he's too naïve when drunk."
A warmth spreads in the air of the sounds of his sweet voice, and San cannot remain from looking at Hongjoong just for a short moment. His small hands play around with the buttons on his beige-looking jacket as he smiles to himself.
"Jooong-ahh," someone calls, more like whines from behind them, and San tenses slightly. He just wants to go home, and Wooyoung owes him for doing this to him when he actually could have been home now.
But a hand soon has him retreating from his thought of going home when it so gently holds around his own, he sees how Hongjoong bites his lip before asking him, "Hey, um, I know it might seem weird, but can I get your number? It's okay if it's a no."
San widens his eyes in pure surprise, flustered by the sudden request, and without the ability to talk. A foreign young man sits down by the side of Hongjoong, but the latter does not even seem bothered when he leans his whole body against him, drunk-dazed. Hongjoong's glinting eyes are only focused on San and their hands are still touching.
"I-I..alright."
The light he holds in his eyes seems to spread at his word, and Hongjoong quickly pulls his phone out of his pocket for San to type in his number.
"..didn't knjew yu had a boifriendd, Joongiiee," the drunk man by Hongjoong's side mumbles, his eyes merely open, and the other just tells him to shut up. San blushes deeply while he hands back the phone to its owner, and he's glad that Wooyoung doesn't see him like this now. He would never had stopped teasing him about this.
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San is smiling down at his phone when a message suddenly pops in, and the sudden rise of dopamine surrounding him has his friend looking at him with a scrutinized stare.
"Are you texting with that dude again?" Wooyoung asks as he drops himself in San's bed to have a look at the conversation. Although, San is too quick and moves away until Wooyoung now sits in front of him.
"Please, let me see! I want to see what he sent you that got you so smiling, Sanniee!" Wooyoung exclaims but his friend only shakes his head, eyes not tearing away from the screen.
"Stop being a child, this is not about you, Youngie."
Wooyoung throws himself backward onto the soft surface as a groan escapes his lips, irritated at how he is not allowed anything anymore, and he rolls around while he mumbles how San is too 'vanilla' in relationships.
"Yeah, but Hongjoong is not like anyone else," San tells him, eyes looking down at Wooyoung's distressed-looking self, "Why don't you go video-chat your sex-buddy instead of interfering in my rather boring relationship, what was he called again, Sunghwa?"
Wooyoung sends him a glare, "It's Seonghwa, at least you should know that, and we haven't even had sex, okay?"
"Sure thing, although, Hongjoong has told me otherwise.."
"What!?" Wooyoung exclaims as he jumps to sit straight up as if he is surprised by his own fun life.
Yeah, San didn't mind being a little boring if that meant holding hands with Hongjoong again.
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