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When you save me; I can feel it last forever.
It had been a rough week. The documents on Wooyoung’s desk had been piling higher and higher and his boss was pushing him to finish the work faster.
When Saturday evening came, Wooyoung just wanted to sleep. Close his eyes and maybe get a good nights sleep for a change. He would have done just that if it wasn’t for his best friend, roommate and as for toady, personal devil Yeosang, who came into his room as soon as Wooyoung had the chance to change out of his workwear.
„What do you think you are doing?“, Yeosang asked as soon as he set foot inside the room.
„Ehh, I am going to sleep…?“, Wooyoung answered, already halfway into his loungewear.
„No! None of that! You can sleep when you are dead. You haven’t left the house for something other than work for how long? Has it been a month already?“
„…“
„I bet you have not been laid for an eternity.“
„Yeosang! Oh my god…“ Wooyoung buries his face in his hands, violently rubbing his eyes. „What am I supposed to do? Boss Hongjoong has been breathing down my neck the whole week. I just want to go to sleep. I’m not in the mood for more than that.“
Yeosang just gave him a pitiful look. Furrowing his brows even more, he observed his friend for a few seconds.
Then: „No.“
„No?“
„No. I can’t let you go down here. You need to see something else. Go out. Dance it out of your system. Get drunk. Just do something.“ With that Yeosang turned around, on his way back to his room. Probably to plan Wooyoung’s demise, as it seemed. „Let’s get you all dolled up, baby!“, Yeosang threw over his shoulder.
Wooyoung took a deep breath and then sight loudly, acknowledging his fate. Yeosang would not change his mind. Negotiation was futile.
And that is how Wooyoung found himself inside a club in midtown, pressed inside his tightest leather pants, a sweet cocktail in his hand. Yeosang had really put effort into his outfit. The pants, a relict from his wilder days in university, still fit him like second skin and the black top with nice mesh details on the sides, that Yeosang dug out of his own closet, made him look really good, sexy even if he said so himself. Reluctantly Wooyoung put on a bit of smokey eyeshadow. It had been a long time since he dressed up, or to say it with his best friends words, dolled up like this. After university and now finally into the real work field he simply did not have time, changing from his work suit into loungewear back and forth.
So it was actually really nice going out again and the prospect of having some fun (and the cocktails of course) helped brush off the tiredness, that normally made itself home in Wooyoung’s bones.
Now that ache was replaced with the deep buzzing of the base that throbbed through the room. Leaving Yeosang at the bar, Wooyoung made his way over to the dance floor, finally letting go of his thoughts and starting to just feel his body moving with the beat. He had always loved dancing. In another life he would probably have been a dancer. Now it helped clearing his mind from the burdens of his everyday life.
Wooyoung gave himself over to the music. Everything blending together - the lights, the mass of people around him, one song shifting into the next.
Suddenly a pair of hands slid to his hips from behind, grabbing him almost painfully. Startled Wooyoung stopped his dancing. „Why did you stop, sweetheart? Keep going…“, a gruff voice breathed in his ear. The man behind him smelled disgustingly of alcohol, sweat and tobacco. Wooyoung tried to free himself, wiggling in his grip. „Let me go!“, he said, finally being able to shake the man’s hands off. Turning around he got a look at the guy. He was taller than Wooyoung, with scruffy clothes and mean looking eyes. The man was grinning, his eyes roaming all over Wooyoung’s body. „What’s up, baby? You wanna have some fun, hm?“, the man said, taking a step closer. Wooyoung instinctively took a step back, not wanting to get too close to the man. Apparently the wrong move, because the man’s face twists in to a scowl as he notices Wooyoung’s retreat.
One thing is clear, this guy means trouble. He tries to grab onto Wooyoung again, while Wooyoung tries to evade his hands. „I have to go! I…I have to leave.“ Leaving the dance floor as fast as he can, Wooyoung searches the club for Yeosang to save him. But his friend is nowhere to be found. „Shit!“, he mumbles to himself, a short glance over his shoulder tells him the guy has started to follow him. Wooyoung fleas as fast as the crowd allows him to, crossing the room and finding himself in front of the bathrooms. He can basically feel the guy’s eyes on his back and Wooyoung really starts to panic. He ran right into the narrow corner of the club, trapping himself. A chill ran over his back, searching for a way to get away. No, no… Someone help me. What do I do? What do I… ?
That’s when Wooyoung sees him. He steps out of the man’s bathroom, walking in Wooyoung’s direction. That’s it. His only chance. Wooyoung practically throws himself at the stranger, whispering, „I am so sorry. Please help me! This guy is following me…!“. The words rushing out so fast it’s a wonder the other man even understands him over the music. But a knowing look appears in his face. The man slowly wraps his hands around Wooyoung taking him closer to his own body, looking over Wooyoung’s shoulder. „The dirty guy with that greasy long hair?“, he asks, „he is coming over here. Doesn’t look happy to me.“ Wooyoung starts to panic again. „No… no, he touched me earlier. Please help me!“ Wooyoung lifts his head so he can see the strangers face. That’s when their eyes meet.
Kind. The first thing Wooyoung thinks. This man in front of him has the kindest eyes he has ever seen. The man looks over his shoulder again eyes and expression turning from soft too fierce. „Don’t worry. I won’t let him hurt you.“ Kind eyes find his own again. „What do you want me to do? Punch him? You have to decide. Fast. He is looking in our direction. I think he is coming here.“
As much as Wooyoung wanted the other guy to be hurt. He could not get his savior in trouble. His thoughts started to race again. What can we do? We are still trapped here in this corner. Will he leave us alone? Never. He is too drunk for that. What if he hurts the both of us?
„No don’t punch him… we have to… I mean… I don’t know… just. Just… kiss me! Just kiss me, then he will go.“
„You sure?“
„Just do it!“
The man hesitates for a second. Then he is leaning towards Wooyoung, a big, warm hand gliding to his cheek holding him gently.
Soft lips meet his own. Not doing much, just resting on top of his own. But it is enough. Wooyoung’s eyes slip shut, his whole body running hot, tingling in his belly. It feels like an electric shock. Wooyoung gasps and then they are kissing for real. This is really happening… Their lips slotting together. Opening deeper, letting their tongues meet in the middle.
Wooyoung curls his hands into the man’s shirt, resting them on his chest. The man smells and tastes amazing. Nothing like the dirty man from before, already half forgotten. His savior smells like sandalwood, his lips tasting slightly minty and just right. Wooyoung feels loosing himself into the kiss. The slick gliding of lips, better than anything he has felt in a long time. He feels like he could keep going for hours. But his partner decides differently, slowly backing away, after placing a last kiss on Wooyoung’s lips.
„He is gone.“, the man whispers into Wooyoungs mouth.
„Huh?“
A melodic chuckle rings out of the man’s mouth, lips slightly red and swollen from their kiss. „He is gone. The guy that followed you.“
„Oh.“, Wooyoung kind of lost track of time. How long have they been standing here? Kissing in public of all places.
„Ah, I mean… thank you! F-for your… help!“, he stumbles over his words. Embarrassing!
„Ha-ha.“, another soft chuckle, „I mean, you’re welcome. Are you ok? He did not hurt you, did he?“
„No, I am fine. Thanks.“ That’s when Wooyoung finally gives the man in front of him a first real look. He is just a tiny bit taller than himself, but is shoulders span so wide, that he appears bigger than Wooyoung. He wears a simple white shirt, while dark jeans hug his unfairly small waist. Short, dark hair frames his face, with overall features just as sharp as his eyes. Wooyoung can’t look away. The man is handsome, beautiful even. A nice smile reveals cute dimples.
The man is looking at him, expectingly tilting his head. „So. Now that that weird guy is gone… what do you want to do? You wanna drink something?“, he asked.
I want to kiss you again. That’s all Wooyoung can think about.
The man’s eyes open comically, raising his eyebrows, his mouth opening slightly. It looks like a pink tint is dusting his cheeks and ears. But it is so dark that Wooyoung can’t really tell.
Wait.
„Wait. Did I say that out loud?“
„Yeah.“
Shit.
Now it’s Wooyoung’s turn to turn pink. „O-oh my god. I’m so sorry. I mean… I didn’t mean…“ fuck, he is stumbling over his words again.
„I don’t even know your name, mind telling me?“, the man interrupts his poor attempt to apologize with a smile.
„… Wooyoung.“
„That’s a pretty name. I’m San. Nice to meet you.“, he grins. „Now we know each other! That’s wonderful. Because it means I can kiss you again. If you want to…“
„…“
„…sorry. I didn't mean it like that.“
But now that he thinks about it, Wooyoung meant it exactly like that. „Let’s get out of here.“
San takes his hand leading him, while they cross the room. That's when Wooyoung spots Yeosang again. His best friend is back at the bar talking to a cute guy with big eyes and a soft face. Yeosang spots him in the crowd and sends a smile his way. The look in his eyes and his raised eyebrows are clearly translatable.
You ok? Where are you going? Who is that? Ohh… I see. Have fun! Go get it baby!
Wooyoung rolls his eyes at his friend but smiles reassuringly. San’s hand fells big and warm, just like the first time they touched. A sense of security wraps around him and he has the feeling he would follow San everywhere he takes him.
In just 20 minutes that he has known San, he can already feel it’ll last forever.