his. choi san ff

《 EIGHT 》

                      "ugh, you're such a loner it makes me want to pet you on the head." the oh so familiar voice surprised me from behind while i was browsing through spotify at the school's park. i turned to the owner of the voice and not surprised to find san leaning forward with his hands in his pockets. it surprised me more when i saw he dyed his hair hot pink. he saw my reaction and smiled at me. "do you like it?"

i can only blink emotionlessly. "i mean, it's not an unusual colour on any guy but why the sudden change?" i was genuinely curious.

"a change won't hurt," he only shrugged and joined me on the bench. "what are you listening to?" he looked over to my phone but i snatched it away immediately. he pouted. "oh come on. i thought we're close enough to exchange infos."

"what do you mean 'close'? i thought you rather hang out with guys in leather and girls in short skirts. won't your girlfriend, gyuri, get mad seeing you with me?" i said all too honestly.

"girlfriend?" san cocked his eyebrow with the slit. "i never said i was gyuri's boyfriend. she told you that?"

"she went crazy on me about staying away from you that day and injured my-"

"she hurt you?" san stood up, his tall figure looming over my small one. i cursed in my head, accidentally telling him about my encounter with gyuri.

"no, i mean- ugh. no point lying now." i mumbled.

san sat back down, his expression changed from mad to worry. "did she say anything to you? is that why you won't go near me?"

i only chuckled dismissively. "it's not that. i choose not to be close to you; i'm an introvert. i already have yunho and hongjoong to deal with, thanks."

the hurt was evident in san's eyes when i said but it was soon replaced with a soft smile. "i see."

~*~

san and gyuri's relationship was confusing to me until hongjoong told me they were fuck partners. not fwb since they're not close as friends but whenever san needs to 'release', gyuri was there. also said san isn't the type to pick random girls to please himself since in the past, some girls catch feelings for him and he thought it was troublesome.

so confusing.

hwasa and i were having lunch on a saturday afternoon at a small western restaurant when she brought up about that night at the party.

"so, did you and san do anything?" she suddenly asked and i choked on my iced lemon tea. i stared at her wide eyed but she was waiting for me to respond. "don't tell me you didn't join us that night only to sit on the couch the whole night without action."

"san and i didn't do anything! although i found gyuri forcing herself on him that night on joong's bed."

"that girl is gross," hwasa's eye twitched. "she'd make a fuss if san don't give her what she wants. i feel bad for the guy."

"he could've ignore her, though."

"it's not easy being a guy. if she does something to ruin san's reputation, then it's over. men can be victim too, just that nobody talks about it." hwasa twirled her drink.

i nodded in agreement. maybe i was harsh on him for saying i didn't want to be close to him. i might have hurt his feelings when all he did was being decent and not a dickhead, minus the endless attempt to flirt but i kept brushing it off.

"he found out about gyuri hurting me." i brought up.

hwasa leaned forward, interested. "how?"

"either he knew beforehand or it was because of me blurting it out. he didn't look too surprised, i assumed he found out from someone else."

"maybe it was seonghwa; he's really observant when it comes to this. maybe he saw gyuri hurting you and told san about it."

i only shrugged, not showing any interest of what happened in the past. hwasa and i proceed to talk about anything until 3pm. we walked out linking arms (because hwasa loves skinships) and we went window shopping the rest of the day. we walked around until my feet ache and i had to stop halfway to rest. i removed my boots and saw swelling near my fifth toe. hwasa digged through her bag looking for a bandage when suddenly a man kneeled down before me putting the bandage on my fifth toe instead.

flustered, i thanked the man. "th-thank you but you don't have to-" i stopped talking when his eyes met mine and i felt faint as he stared deep into mine.

"you really never change." his deep voice reached my ears and my first instinct was to grab hwasa's arm. she noticed and pulled me back, glaring at him.

"yeosang." hwasa said in a low tone while mine was in a whisper.

a/n: my sister was borrowing my laptop for her assignments so i couldn't use it for 3 months. i decided to write this chapter in case i lose ideas. i changed san's hair here to his current one; hot pink! i miss mingi so much i hope he's doing alright :( i wish i can tell him i love him.