(im)possible love | Woosan

i wuv you too

"Now jerk me off buttercup", Seonghwa moaned into San's ear.

Wooyoung felt the walls come closer towards him, suffocating his small figure. He had forgotten how to breathe. The action of in- and exhaling seemed so hard to do all of a sudden.

His lungs hurt.

But his mind couldn't focus on taking in oxygen. There was only one word circling around in his head.

Buttercup. 

Horizontal, vertical, forwards and backwards. The letters seemed to blur into one another. They made no sense, but at the same time they did.

Wooyoung finally knew. He knew who was responsible for his death, who pushed him down that fucking building.

It was only one simple word, a nickname. Everyone else wouldn't pillory him just for saying one word.

But Wooyoung knew.

The voice, the volume, the way it was pronounced.

It was the same, no doubt.

But there was something missing. An explanation. Why would Seonghwa turn into a murderer? Why would he kill someone he didn't really know? It made no sense.

Wooyoung gasped for air loudly.

If he wasn't already dead, he would've died spot on just from the realization that Seonghwa was his murderer.

And he was about to force his Sannie into sexual action that he didn't want.

In the span of a millisecond, Wooyoung turned into his human form and jumped on Seonghwa's back, trying to get him away from San.

He hammered his small fists onto the talkers head while screaming maniacally.

Seonghwa was so surprised that it took him some time to assess the situation and react, but when he reached out his arm to push the boy on his back to the ground, San had already caught it and twisted it until Seonghwa was crying out loud, begging him to stop.

Wooyoung jumped back down to the ground and pulled the tall boy with him. He sat on top of him, so he couldn't move and continued hitting and kicking at him.

"Woo, let's go, I think he's unconscious", San panted heavily.

But the smaller didn't seem to hear him. He was still screaming, while hot tears ran down his cheeks and dropped onto Seonghwa's unconscious body.

"Wooyoung!", San yelled, but it still didn't work.

Before the younger would kill Seonghwa, he wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, threw him over his shoulder carelessly and left the home.

He tried to ignore Wooyoung's kicks and screams that were now meant for him.

He couldn't even exactly pinpoint what got Wooyoung so mad, but he hoped the other would explain to him when he calmed down.

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"Prince?"

A soft voice made Wooyoung wake up from his slumber. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked right into San's beautiful face.

"Hi", the older smiled. "I made you some soup, thought you would be hungry after not eating almost the whole day."

"I'm a ghost, Sannie, I don't need food", Wooyoung grumbled, although the couldn't help the smile forming on his lips.

"But you're in your human form, so you do need food to survive", San said in a voice that wouldn't allow any more complaints.

"Open."