implausible - woosan

chapter forty

if he knew what i thought about you
it would break his heart
and i wish that i could but i cant
make the fantasies stop

wooyoung san

07.09.17

it's incredible. an implausible scenario that somehow, is true. that san gets to be the one to take wooyoung to the dance, that he's going to be able to walk in there with him in front of everyone. to hold his hand, however subtly.

he's waiting for him at the school with seonghwa, who's meeting yeosang. san opted for something a little simple, a black dress shirt with the top buttons undone. not wanting to put zero effort into the outfit, he's at least wearing matching dress pants instead of jeans, and a little bit of makeup. his hair is also gelled into a more perfected style than usual, a few of the strands still falling into his face.

he knows he looks good, but barely notices the sultry eyes from passing girls. san only has eyes for one person.

there's fairy lights decorating the hall that's been cleared out for the dance, creating a slightly cliché atmosphere accompanied with the stars projected all over the walls and roof. multi-coloured balloons are strung along the roof, lit up by little bulbs inside them.

then, it all becomes much less cheesy, and much more serious, when wooyoung walks in with yeosang.

when he sees him, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. it's as if san's universe begins and ends with wooyoung. how he looks with the lights illuminating his face, bouncing off his golden skin, his eyelashes casting shadows onto his cheekbones.

his heart in his throat, san doesn't know how he's going to keep himself from cutting it out of his own chest and serving it to wooyoung on a silver platter, for everyone to see.

san's attraction to him is the sanest kind of madness, when wooyoung is walking around looking like that.

he can see his chest through the sheer mesh top adorning wooyoung's torso, drying his throat immediately. it's tight, clinging to wooyoung's chest, so he can see his muscles move beneath it, and it's short, showing off some of the bare skin of his waist.

and when he turns to say something to yeosang, san's jaw practically hits the floor. he can see most of the boy's back, the bones of his shoulder blades, as the mint jacket is
open-backed. save for ribbons gracefully hanging from the article, belted together with metal rings. fucking hell, wooyoung is sex on legs.

his blonde hair looks gorgeous with the pastel green suit, especially contrasting with his tanned skin. but it's his eyes, that really catch his attention, adorned with smoky eyeliner that really accentuates the milky blue of them. wooyoung rarely wears makeup, and san's never complained, but he might start now.

that virtuous artistry is epitomized, everyone else blending into the background, blurring into one blob san doesn't care about.

blinking a few times to regain his composure, san gets over himself, a stupid grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. he doesn't even wait for seonghwa, striding over to where wooyoung stands. all he can think about is taking that gorgeous outfit off of him, about how he'd take his time with it, with those ribbons.