(im)possible love | Woosan

wifey

The ghost's face turned bright red at San's words. He didn't want to look like an annoying, jealous brat, but he couldn't deny it any longer.

The crush he had on the older was growing more intense as time went by and they got to know each other more.

"Maybe...", he whispered, pushing his face back into San's shoulder, so he didn't need to look at his expression.

For a few minutes it was dead silent in the room. Wooyoung was still sitting on San's lap in the same position as earlier, head still in the other boy's shoulder. He didn't dare to move because he was so afraid of San's reaction to what he had just admitted.

"Wooyoung, what makes you believe that I'm gay?", the older eventually asked, slowly rubbing the other's back.

It hit the younger like a truck. San never said anything about his sexuality, not even before they got to know each other, but for some reason he was assuming that he was gay. Or maybe he was just hoping for it.

"A-Are you not?", Wooyoung asked, turning his head a bit so that he was able to look up at San, but at the same time still laying on his shoulder.

"I... am not sure. I don't want to label it yet," the older sighed.

"That's okay. You don't have to", Wooyoung replied, but couldn't help to feel a little relieved that he at least wasn't fully straight.

"What about you?"

"I... prefer boys", the younger blurted out.

"To be honest, I'm not surprised", San chuckled.

"What, why? Is it hat obvious?"

"Well, you always blush when I call you nicknames or stuff like that, so I just expected it I guess."

Wooyoung's face betrayed him again when his cheeks flushed red for the hundredth time today. The older made him get all flustered without even doing much.

"You like it, right?", San smirked, but Wooyoung couldn't answer. He felt like if he now tried to say something it would end up being all stutters.

Quickly, he stood up from the older's lap and turned around to leave when his wrist was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled back, bumping against San's chest with his back.

"We had this before. I don't like being ignored, so answer my question, wifey", the older whispered in Wooyoung's ear from behind.

KDNNDJKSKANNSKSKLSMDNMFNJSNNFKSMMDKDNNFNJDKKS "WIFEY"

"Did you just think in keyboard smash?", San started laughing. He had heard the ghost's thoughts again, probably because he was so nervous at the moment.

"Sannie, stop~", Wooyoung whined and pushed the other back a little to get some distance between them again.

Don't get him wrong. He loved to be so close to San, loved the way his touches and the skin to skin contact felt, but he was sure that the older didn't like him as more than a friend. Especially not in this short amount of time.

San sensed that Wooyoung felt somewhat uncomfortable and sad, so he tried to change the topic.

"So, how did you die?"

"... What?", Wooyoung asked, overwhelmed by the sudden change of topic and by how personal the question was. "San, I- I don't want to talk about it."

"But you said someone pushed you-"

"SAN!", the younger yelled, pressing his flat hands against his ears. "I don't want to think about anything from this day, okay? I know you find it interesting and you're excited to find out more, but I won't tell you anything because I simply can't. If I think about it then I get reminded of how it felt and-", he breathed in deeply before he continued.

"And I don't want to feel these dirty hands on me ever again. I want to forget how they feel." His voice got quieter the longer he spoke and he hadn't noticed how San came closer to him again.

"I'm sorry, Wooyoung. For pushing it, I should've paid attention to your feelings."

The younger only made a short "mmh" sound.

A loud ping came from San's phone that lay on the bed and interrupted both of them.

The older went to check on it and shortly after, turned around with a smirk on his face.

"Wooyoung, Yunho is throwing a party at his house tomorrow. Let's go there."

"A party? Did you by chance forget that I'm invisible and can't touch anything most of the time?", the younger asked, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"I did not. But you can just wait until tomorrow evening to make yourself visible again and then we have one full hour together."

"San, I am dead. People would go crazy if they saw me there." Wooyoung's voice had a sad tone in it. He actually wanted to go, but he couldn't risk other people seeing him.

"Well, I have an idea for that... We dress you up. You get another hair color, contact lenses and you can wear something from my clothes. Oh, and you can put on glasses, that way you look even more different than your usual self", San explained proudly.

Wooyoung still had some doubts, but the older looked so excited that he couldn't bring himself to say no.

"Okay...", he smiled.

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Woah, I'm updating a lot lately👀

But I love writing this so much