You Wrote Me a Letter (but I never learned how to read) || Wooyu ||

Guilt (and end it)

***

That evening, Yuto watched Wooseok beat Shinwon in League about three times.

He drank about three cups of tea, became victim to three of Hui's 'your mom' jokes, and by the end of the night, he took three showers in a futile attempt to rid himself of irking penitence and remorse.

Although to no avail, Yuto continued to scrub his skin raw to rid himself of sin and tarnish that was mockingly lingering on his skin. This is what his actions brought upon himself.

He was tainted.

Contaminated by Dalo's poison and bad blood. His lips and hands carried his revolting mark, evidence of his presence, absconding with Yuto's former purity.

And he had the temerity to touch Wooseok with said hands. To kiss Wooseok with said lips.

Wooseok, who was perfect and good and warm. How could he be so selfish? He had no right whatsoever, not when he was freshly out of the dirty hands of the devil.

He was imprudent and irresponsible.
He who was supposed to protect the younger, allowed himself to taint him with his disgrace and imperfection.

He shamefully cowered beneath the sprinkling cold water, shivering but enduring it, punishing himself for taking advantage of the warmth of the younger.

And the way Wooseok looked at him...

Oh, if only he knew.

If only he knew how disgusting Yuto truly was.

If only he knew what happened beforehand.

***

"Move, you're in my spot" Wooseok ordered as he shimmied himself in between Yanan and Yuto on the couch, pushing Yanan to the far end of it with dissatisfaction.

"How is this your spot, is literally any place next to Yuto your spot?" Yanan spoke, offended.

"Yes and you better fucking remember that."

"Leave him be, he's just obsessed with him because he's Japanese and he's currently in his anime phase." Said Kino, who was sitting on the armchair and enjoying his delicious dinner made by Hongseok. Shinwon laughed at that and pointed to the two maknaes, who were just sitting there, serving as bullying victims for the members.

"That 20 GB of porn is probably just fucking anime."

"Virgins."

"You're a fucking virgin." Wooseok shot back at Kino, with his protective arm around Yuto's shoulder.

"I'm not, you can ask your mother." Kino dropped an invisible microphone and leaned proudly into the couch cushions. In all truthfulness, he expected a more excited reaction from the boys than the silence he received.

"It's only funny when I do it, Hyunggu." Spoke Hui as he idly browsed his phone.

All the members nodded and agreed as Kino watched them in utter betrayal.

They were sitting in the living room, everyone having a taste of Hongseok's healthy homemade dinner and chatting happily, everyone except Yuto, who was just poking at his poor potato salad.

They were discussing the upcoming Christmas break, as they only had a few short videos to film before they had a couple of days free. All the boys planned to head home and be with their families for Christmas, but Yuto was silently planning otherwise. With his current situation with Cube Entertainment and his many imaginary gaps that he felt like he needed to fill in his dancing skills, he preferred not to waste time flying back to Japan this year and just stay here and make use of these free days to work at his own pace.