DESTINED. wsn ✓

eleven

san had spend two nights in a row at wooyoung's, trying to help the younger tidy and pack his stuff so wooyoung would be ready to move into san and yeosang's apartment. san was honestly more than delighted to have the black haired boy to join them since not only would there finally be someone who approves of his stealing in the house, but he's also living with his soulmate. now that's a win-win.

"is everything packed?" san asked wooyoung when the younger stepped back from the last box he was sealing. he looked around the apartment he called home for three months. it looked so empty now, like no one was here, like wooyoung didn't spend three months here living his life.

wooyoung sighed and nodded, "yup. it looks so... weird now."

san chuckled at the shorter's statement, "i bet it does to you. but hey, you're moving in tomorrow!" 

wooyoung turned around and faced san, a small smile visible on his face, "yeah! i'm so excited."

san raised an eyebrow, "you don't sound excited."

despite feeling really joyous to be moving in with san, he still had this little worry at the back of his mind. what if park junwong finds him and kills him, or worse, kills san? he really couldn't risk san dying. but yeosang did say that if wooyoung moves in with them, he would receive full protection from his parents. 

wooyoung sighed, his shoulders deflating and slumped, his head slightly bowed due to the heaviness he's feeling, "it's- it's nothing, really."

san bit back a small frown that was going to show up on his face. he tapped wooyoung's right hand and when the younger looked up, san already had his arms wide open. wooyoung chuckled lightly and crashed into san's embrace, his arms around san's neck while the taller's arms around his waist.

wooyoung sighed, a small grin tugging his lips. even though the two had only met three months ago, there was no doubt that wooyoung had felt the safest when he was in san's arms. the boys were no stranger to skinships and in fact, they do it so often people in stores and restaurants would mistaken them as a couple. not that wooyoung was complaining, however.

and no matter how hard wooyoung tried to convince himself it was all just the soulmate thing playing jokes with him, he still couldn't stop himself from falling for choi san. the boy that was now hugging him had been nothing but sweet and playful every time they hung out. wooyoung could always depend on san to do things that made his system release adrenaline, but he could always depend on san as well if he just wanted a nice, comfy night at home.

basically, wooyoung was head over heels for the boy. but he didn't know that the boy was also head over heels for him, too.

san stroked wooyoung's back slowly and smiled at the warmth he's feeling from wooyoung, "you know you can tell me anything, hm?"

san felt wooyoung nodding, but wooyoung didn't make any noise or movement telling san that he's ready to talk about it. "you don't have to tell me now, by the way."

"i know," wooyoung said, his voice muffled because his face was pressed against san's chest, "it's just... i dunno, a tough subject, i guess."

san kissed the crown of the boy's hair and smiled, inhaling the fresh shampoo scent the boy uses, "it's alright. i'll always be here for you. you know that, don't you?"

wooyoung grinned, "yeah, just like the other hundred thousand times you told me that." 

soft laughters came out of both boys' mouth. they broke away from the hug and when san's eyes landed on wooyoung's, he swears he's falling all over again for jung wooyoung. there's nothing you couldn't like about the boy. wooyoung's got such a beautiful face, a beautiful heart and a beautiful personality as well. he was beautiful inside out and san just knew, he knew if anyone hurts wooyoung, he'll hurt them back, twice as hard.