based on katy perry's "the one that got away"
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everyone saw the two getting together. they were perfect for each other in every way — wooyoung danced while san sung, san partied while wooyoung stayed home, san was a tattoo artist while wooyoung got tatted... but what no one saw — not even wooyoung — was them separating, that one of them left the other for another person.
and that, was what went wrong in their perfect fairy tale.
summer after high school
"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry-" wooyoung stammered as he bumped into a stranger. he was drunk. he had been drunk for the past three — four? five? who knows anymore — hours and honestly, it's such a wonder that he could still walk, even more talk.
"no worries." a deep voice responded to wooyoung's apology. and the newly graduated boy snapped his head right up, almost hitting the stranger's jaw. anyone in their right minds — if anyone was still in their right minds — could see that wooyoung was gone, far gone, and any decent person would tell wooyoung to go grab a seat, ask him for his home address or his friends' numbers, and ask them to take their drunk friend back home.
but something in the stranger's eyes told wooyoung otherwise. it was almost like the stranger had looked into wooyoung's brain and knew that wooyoung would much rather stay in this state of mind — everything ten times blurrier, ten times louder, ten times less conscious and aware of his surroundings. sure, he had been warned by his friends — namely seonghwa hyung, his brother's boyfriend — that he should take care of himself and not get drunk so often so he wouldn't be taken advantage of, but he loved it. wooyoung absolutely loved being drunk.
and that's not because he could just do whatever he want and probably go into jail for it. no, it's far from that. it was because he could just let go of whatever was on his mind and have nights where he don't remember a single thing. where wooyoung might be taken to someone's home and that someone fucking his brains out, but wooyoung wouldn't remember anything about it save for the marks the stranger definitely left.
thing was, wooyoung loved being vulnerable. and being drunk meant being vulnerable for strangers, people that go to the bars and clubs every single night just like him, with reasons just like his — to let go.
(a/n: i'm in NO WAY encouraging this behaviour. it's just to fit the plot. please drink responsibly and know your limits)
"you look lost. do you need some help, doll?" the stranger asked wooyoung. and fuck, if wooyoung wasn't being held up by the stranger, he would've fell to the ground right away. wooyoung's body was already giving out because of all the alcohol in his system, he doesn't need another hot guy to call him pet names.
actually, maybe that's what he needed most right now.
"i, um," wooyoung said, looking at anywhere else except for the stranger's face. wait, hold on. he looked back at the man and frowned, "do i know you from somewhere?"
the guy chuckled, "i thought you'd never recognise me. i'm choi san. i graduated a year before you and i think you were said to have a big crush on me."
fuck, it's him. it's choi san. it's the choi san. wooyoung felt heat rushing up to his face as he tried to cover himself. fuck, fuck, fuck — what can he even say? it's obvious choi san knew about his crush. everyone knew about wooyoung's crush on san.
wooyoung, just like the rest of his high school, had a crush on the hot, all-rounder, amazing choi san. needless to say, wooyoung never got to confess because one, san left before he could and two, he was just too scared.
