Phoenix: Blow a spark || ATEEZ

14| Lost mind

Wordcount; 1,200 words

Sports weren't normally a class San despised, but today was an exception. The moment he and Wooyoung crashed at the changing room after one long and boring Korean literature class, he immediately came face to face with one annoying human. Since last year they enrolled in college, a boy had found his fun in pissing off San every time they had their sports class together. His methods had started off as provoking comments about anything he could think of but now had developed into things as staring intensely at Wooyoung. And here he was, smirking when he caught the eyes of San. The mood San already had been in was definitely not getting better.

San dropped his bag down at the bench and hastily ripped it open before pulling out his clothes. He felt Wooyoung's hand land on his shoulder, as worry swooned around him. San already felt the heat bubble under his skin, when the provoker got closer.

"Hey, are we moody today, San-ah?"

The Phoenix ground his teeth, but didn't turn his head the slightest, "Shut up Daewon," he spat out with venom tasted on his tongue.

He heard the laughter slowly disappear behind the door as Daewon left the changing room. Wooyoung's glaring in the direction of the laughter forced tension into the room and made all other students peer away. When Wooyoung turned around to San again, his orchid eyes dropped nervously when he saw how angered the older one was on the verge of glowing.

"Hey," Wooyoung said and grabbed San's hand softly. The Phoenix searched for his favorite set of eyes, "calm down, nothing happened, okay?"

San let out grumbling that sounded more animalistic than supposed human, before stepping closer and pulling the younger into his arms. Wooyoung couldn't help but let his lips curl into a smirk when his head collided with San's chest even though he felt the magic touch the slightest of his skin - a sweet melody of addiction singing in his ears.

"You are all mine, Woo."

The younger smiled goofily when suddenly a blush spread across his face, and he bit his lip. His hand melted into San's, and he made sure not to hit his still bandaged wound when he linked his free arm around the other's tiny waist. San's mind fell easily at peace, but the magic was still swimming around in his body, at times crashing against Wooyoung and coming in contact with his magic. He loved the feeling more than anything else. This was his home, his heaven. When Wooyoung lifted his head and stared into his deep brown eyes, his orchid ones leaped him closer until he lifted a hand and caressed his black hair and dipped down to taste those cheeky smiling lips.

He inhaled the shared breaths as he calmed, closed his eyes and slowly stepped backward, and let Wooyoung softly move to straddle his lap after he sat down at the bench. Goosebumps ran across his skin when he still got those exact same butterflies he had gotten from the first kiss they had shared. The younger slipped his hand from San's waist and placed it around San's backhead, smiling when San searched forward for the lips there moved away from the kiss. With hands there still were weaved, their foreheads bumped together and San opened his eyelids again. They were lost in each other's star gazes.

"Hey um, our teacher is kind of mad at you two right now," a careful voice chimed in from the door. They had to be the last ones.

San hummed softly before pulling a sulking Wooyoung up from his lap and turning his head at Mingi who had ended up being the messenger from their evidently furious teacher.

"I'm sorry..."

San lifted his head when he suddenly heard the apology coming from the tall boy. A pang hit him in the stomach when he saw how Mingi was looking down onto the ugly tile floor.