(im)possible love | Woosan

but you're dead?!

San felt he was being watched.

His whole way home it felt like someone was following him, but everytime he turned around there was just an empty road behind him.

If he was honest to himself, he had this feeling since a few weeks, but he always tried to tell himself that it was just his imagination that was playing tricks on him.

Although, deep down he knew that he didnt just imagine it. Someone, or more likely something was following him home every day after school.

He quickened his steps until he was almost running.

Once he reached his family's house he hurried to push open the door and immediately shut it behind him. Relieved, he leaned against the closed door, finally feeling safe.

Little did he know that the mysterious something that followed him was able to go through walls... and closed doors.

Wooyoung could sense San's discomfort, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the boy alone. Choi San was the only interesting thing in his... whatever this existing between life and death was.

San went into the kitchen to join his mom with the cooking.

"Oh, honey, you're already back. Couldn't wait to get out of school, huh?", his mom asked, chuckling a bit.

San had already been thinking about telling her that he suspected someone was stalking him, but he couldn't bring himself to it in the end. She would just worry unnecessarily.

"Yeah, uhm, I thought why not be sporty for once", San said, trying his best to cover up how uncomfortable he actually felt.

"Well, then go take a shower. I can finish lunch by myself. I'll call you when it's done."

Taking a nice hot shower sounded like the best thing to do for San now. Maybe, he would feel better after washing.

He grabbed his school bag and went up into his bedroom, Wooyoung following close behind.

One bathroom was directly connected with San's room, so he started taking off his clothes right after he entered it.

"Choi San, what the fuck?!", Wooyoung screamed, freaking out inwardly because San's chest was already bare and the abs seriously were no joke.

Wooyoung had always been gay, even when he was still alive. He was in a few relationships with guys before, but it never was real love, he just wanted to experiment and the same was true for his partners. At least that's what Wooyoung thought.

When San pushed his Jeans down, Wooyoung was already a blushing mess. His face was as red as a spirit's face could be. He wanted nothing more than to make himself visible and tell San to pull his fucking pants back up.

But it was forbidden. The ghost sighed deeply and turned around until he heard the bathroom door closing, indicating that San had left into it to finally take his well-deserved shower.

Wooyoung made his way over to San's bed and threw himself on it. Well, actually he threw himself in the air. Unless he was visible, he wasn't able to touch things, so he had to float in the air slightly above San's bed.

It was annoying him. Laying in the air wasn't as nice as it sounds. Real beds were so much more comfortable with their pillows and blankets. They were so soft whereas floating above the bed could even be considered exhausting instead of relaxing.

Wooyoung heard the shower being turned on and water start to run out of the shower faucet.

I could be a bad guy for once. There is no one around me, so it will go unnoticed if i just... Wooyoung didn't spend any more thoughts on it and made himself visible, immediately plopping into the soft sheets of the bed beneath him.

He let out a sigh in contentment.

A moment later, he was thinking about cuddling with San here in his bed. He bet it would be the best feeling ever. The one thing he missed most as a ghost was hugging others. Wooyoung was a really clingy person, who loved skinship.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear the water turning off. He had his eyes closed and imagined romantic scenarios with San. A dreamy smile lay on his lips when San came back into the room.

"WOAH- WHAT THE FUCK?", San screamed when he saw the foreign boy cuddled up in his bed. The loud voice startled Wooyoung so much that he fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

"Oh, shit", he mumbled to himself. San saw him and there was no way he would forget about him if he just disappeared again.

"W-What are you doing in my room? Who are you even and- WAIT. No, what the fuck am I thinking. Why do you look so much like Jung Wooyoung? I mean I only saw some pictures of him, but you look so similar. But you aren't him, right? That- That's not possible, I mean he is kinda dead and- Oh my god, but you look almost exactly like him. What-"

"I am Jung Wooyoung, actually. Hi, San", Wooyoung said, smiling a little in an attempt to calm San down.

"But you're dead?!", San replied hysterically. "Am I starting to hallucinate?", he asked himself and put a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

"Well, I'm really here, so you're not hallucinating, don't worry", Wooyoung giggled.

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I updated my stories three times today, I'm so goddamn tired

goodnight, love u

and san.