DESTINED. wsn ✓

nineteen

"what the hell are you doing here?" i snarled at the man standing in front of me. he was just kicked out of our house months ago, why is he here again?

"wooyoung," he sighed, "i just came here to get some of my stuff."

i raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms in front of my chest, shifting my weight from the right leg to the left, "yeah, right. we've sent all your stuff to your so-called address, so you won't have anything to get here."

i was starting to turn around to leave him standing outside but he gripped my wrist, causing me to turn back and glare at him, "listen, son, i know you love your mom to death. but i've been hearing... things. things about her attempting to take her own life and i-i don't think you're safe here. so, if you want to, you can stay with me-"

"and interrupt your precious time with your precious haru?" i snapped at him, "no thank you."

dad let go of my wrist and looked down, his eyes wavering a bit, "she, um, she left me."

my face stayed stoic. am i supposed to be sympathetic right now and tell him 'it's going to be okay'? but there's nothing to be sympathetic about this man. he deserved it. he fucking did.

"oh, okay. well, do you have another girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever?" i asked him, picking at my nails while i waited for him to reply.

his head slowly went up until he was on eye level with me, "why- wooyoung, i'm straight."

i frowned, "okay, i'm just suggesting there might be this possibility-"

"are you straight?"

i froze. i came out to mom just weeks after dad left us and she was more than happy to accept me. she kept on telling me how brave i was and that no matter what other people say, she'd still be there to support me anywhere, anytime. and i was more than grateful to have such an accepting mom. she was everything i needed. 

"and if i'm not?" i retorted, snapping back to reality and back to my sassy mind set, "what are you gonna do, hm?"

⚠️ FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS INCLUDES HOMOPHOBIA, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠️ 

he shook his head. pathetic. "no, you're straight. you're not fucking gay or anything, that's disgusting."

"why is it disgusting just because we're different from society? you're the ones that are disgusting. it's like- it's like hating on a race because they're different! it's stupid and disgusting!" i started yelling and my hands were all over the place, trying to somehow get these words through his stupidly thick head and make him understand i'm just as normal as anyone else in this city, in this country, in this world.

"no it's not." he stated like there was no way i could convince him, "no, you are fucking disgusting and you know what? stay out of my house, would you? i don't want your homosexual hormones entering my property." he said, judging me from head to toe and ending it with his usual scowl on his face. 

END OF PARAGRAPHS!!

i raised my eyebrow, "sure. it wasn't like i was thrilled to go to yours anyways. plus, you're in our property, so if you're fucking homophobic, please leave now."

he started pulling something out of his pocket and i frowned. that didn't happen. that didn't happen six years ago. he pulled out a gun and aimed at me. i widened my eyes, "w-what-"

"goodbye, jung wooyoung." the voice. it was park junwong's voice. it wasn't my dad's voice. my dad's figure also started to melt and fade away, revealing park junwong's face and figure. i was tongue-tied. park junwong grinned and-

wooyoung sat up on his bed and panted as a thin sheet of sweat covered his body. beads of sweat also started to roll down both sides of his cheeks, stinging the injuries on both sides. he pulled his knees close to his chest and started to rock himself. his mom used to do that when he had nightmares and it always managed to calm wooyoung down. but not tonight. he need something else, someone else to comfort him.

with that thought in mind, wooyoung, bringing his blanket with him, dragged his shocked and tired body out of his bedroom and to the one opposite to him. he slowly opened the door and realising he doesn't really need his blanket, abandoned it on the floor and walked to san's bed.

wooyoung smiled a little at how san was hugging his plushie — the name was shiber and san loved it dearly. wooyoung shuffled onto san's bed and wrapped his arms timidly around san's waist. that simple action had woke the older up and wooyoung was glad it did. he wouldn't know what to do if san didn't wake up.

san looked over and when he saw wooyoung's face buried in his back, he immediately turned around and wrapped wooyoung in his arms, "hey, darling, what's wrong?"

wooyoung sniffed and pulled his arms back to just play with the end of san's shirt. "nightmare." he muttered.

"oh," san breathed, leaving feather-like kisses all over wooyoung's face, making the younger giggle a bit, "there, much better." san smiled.

wooyoung sighed and snuggled closer into san's chest, "thank you."

san pulled away from the smaller, who whined at the loss of contact, "why are you thanking me all of a sudden?"

wooyoung shrugged, using his hands to tug san back to him, "you make me feel like... jung wooyoung. and i know it sounds so stupid right now, but you'll understand when i come clean to you. you make me feel like me, and i'm forever grateful for that. thank you so much, choi san."

san chuckled and shook his head, "you're sputtering nonsense."

"i really am not." wooyoung pouted. san looked down and his eyes softened at the sight. he leaned down to kiss wooyoung's pout away. wooyoung hummed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around san's neck, tangling his fingers into san's fluffy pink hair.

after a bit of making out, san pulled away from the younger and placed one last peck on wooyoung's now-bruised lips. he pulled wooyoung closer to him and the two cuddled until san was snoring lightly.

wooyoung smiled slightly at the comfort he's feeling right now. he would bottle it all up and throw it down the ocean so no one could ever find them if he could. he sighed, he knew it was a big risk to just got MIA on his client, especially park junwong. and he knew that park junwong would come for him sooner or later. wooyoung sighed again, but snuggled closer to his boyfriend — his soulmate — and inhaled the slight scent of mint and roses. 

he'll find a way to protect san. he needs to.