i'll be that somebody for you

9. What's Wrong

It was Friday morning. Or maybe it was Saturday morning.

Wooyoung took his phone and saw the date. It was actually Sunday morning. He had a lot of messages from everyone. They dated back to yesterday and the days before. He didn't bother to read or answer. He sighed and locked his phone before throwing it on the blanket.

The boy stared at the Velux window that was above his bed. It was snowing. He smiled, looking at the snowflakes falling and melting on the glass. He wanted to go out and walk in the snow. He missed the sound of the snow crunch. He asked himself when was the last time he heard it. Then, he remembered when was the last time he walked under the snow and more importantly with whom he did. He heard San's voice again. He could feel his touch again. His heartbeat was as fast as it was that time. He smelt his fruity scent like his blanket was filled with it.

Why does everything have to be about him? Wooyoung asked himself before putting the blanket over him. Since New Year's Eve, Wooyoung couldn't stop thinking about San. He couldn't stop thinking about him without feeling bad. San crossed a line and now everything was different. There was no turning back and Wooyoung felt so angry with San, and with himself, for that.

Why did he break up with Areum? Why did he say he wanted to kiss him? How can they be friends again? Were they even friends in the first place?

Wooyoung threw the sheets away and got up from his bed. He thought a shower would help him relax. He took a longer shower than usual. He let the warm water slip on his hair and naked body, without moving. He was still thinking about San.

What was worse is that a part of him enjoyed what happened. Wooyoung was confused and angry because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed knowing San was attracted by him. They weren't dreams or fantasies anymore, they were reality. He enjoyed seeing lust in San's eyes. He wished he had met San in another universe, where he would be free of his demons, where they could be whatever he was too scared to imagine. But it was only that. It was only a wish.

Wooyoung turned off the water and left the shower, grabbing a towel. After putting the towel around his waist, he opened the door of the bathroom and heard something from the kitchen. Someone was clearly in the kitchen. He asked himself if he locked the door the last time he came back but couldn't remember. The black-haired boy looked around to see if there was any object he could use as a weapon. Since he was in his corridor, he had the choice between a shoe and an umbrella. He took the shoe in one hand, grabbed more firmly the towel on his waist on the other, and tiptoed to the kitchen. He waited a few seconds, back stuck against the wall and entered the kitchen, raising the shoe to hit the intruder. He met the eyes of the intruder and stopped his move, shoe in the air.

"Were you going to attack me with this ?" Yeosang said haughtily before sipping his Coke.

"What the fuck Yeosang? You scared the shit out of me!" Wooyoung exclaimed, dropping the shoe on the kitchen floor, "How did you get in?"

"You gave me a key," he answered, showing the bunch of keys.

"Yes, for emergencies."

"I came for an emergency!"

"What emergency? You don't have Coke at your place?" Wooyoung replied, arms crossed against his bare wet chest.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, sighing. He ran his hand in his light auburn hair.

"Put some clothes on. We need to talk," he ordered while getting on the couch.

Wooyoung took some clothes and went to dress up in the bathroom. Yeosang took his jacket and shoes off and sent a text to his friends, saying it was at Wooyoung's. The latter came back and sat on the messy bed.