Lets Get Things Straight | woosan

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Choi San felt trapped. More than trapped between the younger arms that collided the wall not even long ago. Whispering things to him that seemed to make his body weak. It's not like his body already was weak for him last night, right? He starts feeling nervous as his best friend leans back looking at him dead in the eye still.

This time it wasn't San who had the stern subtle glare. It was Jung Wooyoung. He was starting deep into the blonde's soul making him feel more than naked under his gaze. It made San even shiver. He couldn't believe his own eyes Wooyoung's state changed. He was a whole different person. The male takes his right hand off the wall allowing San to escape which he also was about to use but before the blonde boy even did the purple one collided his hand against the wall back onto its place again.

"I'm tired of you making me feel small."

The sudden declaration of Jung Wooyoung makes Choi San shudder. Goosebumps flooded his whole body as he looks down. Wooyoung seemed mad. Furiously mad. Never in his life ever had San experienced his best friend this mad. In fact never. No matter what happened. Even when San broke his favorite thing. Which was a watch from his father. Wooyoung had remained quiet and had only comfortably smiled through his pain to the blondie. He never dared to even raise his voice. But now where his statute was standing in front of him and he had trapped San it made the male in front of him look like a whole different person.

Yet so damn fucking attractive.

"So, what are these, Hyung."

Jung Wooyoung speaks in a demanding voice before pointing at his neck, his eyes following every single detailed move the male in front of him made. And soon he noticed the redness on his best friend's cheeks. His eyes then further follow down to his neck suddenly noticing something creamy texture on Choi San's skin.

"I- I don't know what you mean"

The blonde male stutters and he is about to escape as he tries to bend down but instead, he gets grabbed by his collar pressed against the wall all over again. Jung Wooyoung wasn't playing this time. This time he had enough. More than enough. His other hand finds its way to his pocket-picking out the tissue he always carried with him before moving it to the neck of the blonde innocent-looking boy'. And before Choi San could protest Jung Wooyoung wipes his neck.

He wiped his neck and that was not soft at all this time. It was no longer the soft trace he always had when he touched his best friend. Maybe because it was driving him crazy. Driving him crazy to find out what's going on. What's going on with him and what's going on with the blonde boy. Choi San.
And soon as he sees a couple of red spots revealed, he only chuckled, shaking his head. His eyes turned out darker as he grabbed Choi San suddenly by his collar this time with both of his hands making it for San hard to breathe.

„Is this who you are Hyung?!"

San struggles to breathe as he looks into Wooyoung's eyes. Noticing it Wooyoung's grip loosened a bit but never enough for his best friend to escape from him.

„Lying, keeping things away from me? Pretending?..."

He was not going to let that happen this time. This time you're mine Choi San. That is what he thought as his knee finds its way between the blonde's thighs making the blonde choke on his breath for a second. San was sweating. He was so scared someone from school would see them soon and his career and life would be over. But that wasn't the only thing that scared him. It was the fact that it would also lead the male in front of him into danger. And that's the last he wanted.

„Pretending you don't want me at all?!"

The purple boy continues as the blonde one only tries to get away from his grip. The sudden statements his best friend made were painting him. And maybe then just then he might be realizing how much he hurt Wooyoung himself. Saying words he didn't mean when he was angry, making everything a mess. Cause he was a mess, himself. He wanted to figure things out on his own and never in this type of way.

"I- I don't want you."

Stuttering like crazy as he felt like having a panic attack Choi San spoke in between and before he could even speak further he suddenly felt a hit on his face. He deserved that. And he alone could agree that he did. But it was so hard, so hard for his ego to give in, so hard to fill his friend's ego. So hard to lose his pride. That's what he thought. Or maybe that's what he was taught. Maybe they weren't alike at all. The way these two grew was way too different.

"Then why'd you kiss me?! Why'd you leave marks on me?! Why'd you fuck-"

Choi San's lips collide with Jung Wooyoungs shutting the younger up. Jung Wooyoung kisses back aggressively pressing him back against the wall this time softly as he let go of his friend's collar And let his hands glide down to the male's waist pulling him in so close that he felt like it was hard to breathe. The blonde's tongue enters between the purple-haired one's making them both gasp for air at the same time as they fight with their tongues softly San can't help but grab onto Wooyoung's back of his neck as he pushes him closer his hands landing on the broad shoulders before they suddenly tear apart.

Wooyoung breathlessly takes a look at the make in front of him and before he can even say anything again Choi San quickly turns them around. It was now Wooyoung being pressed against the wall. No longer Choi San. And that Choi San no longer seemed nervous at all. His dull eyes look deep into Wooyoungs before he attacks his mouth again this time continuing the kissing to the purple's jaw and down to his neck making sure he leaves all over new marks of him, again.

And that's when Wooyoung noticed pushing him softly away. San stops leaning back his eyes find it's way to connect with the brown orbs, that belonged to his dearest friend and he felt like breaking down any second but the last thing he ever wanted to do was that. He had to be strong, he must remain in control before he leaves. But he couldn't. How could a human being be so weakened by love? So fast.

Well, let me tell you, love is our weakness, if you haven't noticed yet, love is our strength too. Love is what makes us. But what makes us is also death and birth.

Love is what makes death and existence.

Choi San hits Jung Wooyoungs heart heavy with words again only this time to be the heaviest of them all.

"You ask me why I did all of that? Well, it's not cause I'm into you. It's cause I fucking think I'm crazy Wooyoung. Fucking crazy in love with you!"