on pieces of dyed rays | woosan

Chapter Eleven

It's been over a week since he's been to Wonderland, and Yeosang hands him a piece of paper along with his drink. He says 'the hot guy' told him to pass this to Wooyoung. Wooyoung knows who he's suggesting even before unfolding the paper that has 'San' scribbled on it just above a foreign number.

San must have introduced Hulk to Yeosang or had paid a chunk of money for Yeosang to do him a favour, and Wooyoung guesses the latter.

"So you decided to let one guy court you?"

Or maybe he volunteered, Wooyoung reconsiders hearing Yeosang's mocking tone.

"He's just a hookup with a decent dick."

"But you're keeping him around longer than usual," Yeosang pushes, brushing the wine glass with a napkin, casting it under light to check for any unwanted fingerprints. "At least, he seems to be into you. Why don't you text him?"

Yeosang doesn't really care about San or Wooyoung. He just likes the drama unfurling in front of him, especially when it frustrates Wooyoung. Except, there is no drama. It's just a casual hookup, no strings attached relationship. He is still pestering him when Wooyoung receives a text.

He wiggles his phone in front of Yeosang and cuts him off, "Sorry, duty calls."

Walking out of Wonderland, heading to another club to make some money, he pulls out the paper he tucked in his back pocket. It's a thick piece of paper, probably cut off a fine sketchbook San owns. The longer Wooyoung watches the scribbled name and number, the more it starts to look like gibberish.

He wonders why. Even from an unbiased point of view, San is handsome and hot. He's fun to talk to and nice. He's rich. He probably has a lot of fish in his pond, and yet he seems interested in Wooyoung, a shallow bastard who has his hands stained with dirt.

He steps in where he belongs.

"Hot Muffin?"

The familiar irk creeps up his back. He tucks the fine paper in his back pocket before he turns around with a mask he's so used to wearing, by time, it would be akin to his skin.

***

There's a basket full of apples in the corner of the office. Jongho tells him Mr.Seo brought it a few days ago, saying he received it from some ahjumma. Jongho offers him one, and while the redness and fullness does look appetising, he isn't a fan of fruits. He thinks a half will do, but doesn't find a knife within his reach and groans.

"What, you want them in half?"

Hearing Wooyoung whine, Jongho places his thumbs on the apple's head and with a snap, he rips into two.

"Here," he says like he just didn't break an apple in half with his bare hands, and hands the half to Wooyoung, while he bites on the other. "Hyung, you have a funny face."

Ignoring that he probably looks like a deer caught in headlights, he exclaims, "What?"

"An apple? Didn't you want half?"

"And how did you do that?"

Confused, Jongho answers, "With my hands?"

"That." Wooyoung points a finger at Jongho, and holds his phone up. "Do that again."

Jongho shrugs but does it again, so effortlessly, and Wooyoung is in awe even for the second time, watching through his phone screen recording the proof as a video.

"It's not like you don't know I'm strong, hyung."

But he definitely didn't know Jongho didn't need a knife to tear an apple in half. Yeosang probably doesn't either. Wooyoung imagines his face when he shows him the video, shocked, definitely, thirsting, probably. He scrolls through his folder, munching on a half apple, and the way he only has Jongho in them makes him look like he is the one crazy for him. Among the familiar silhouette of Jongho, he spots a thumbnail with a plain canvas. He taps on it, and it takes him a moment to remember when he took a photo of a dawning sky.

He stares at it for a while more before he opens a brand-new conversation with a new number.

Wooyoung

[A picture]

What colour is this sky for you?

A/N:

Probably my last update on this fic for 2021, so I wish you all a nice end of year :)