implausible - woosan

chapter forty two

wooyoung san

07.09.17

immediately following wooyoung to the sink, san directs him further in, ensuring all the puke is aimed at the drain. his body shudders, weakly falling against the counter.

now, san knows wooyoung is a lightweight. but he's smart enough to know when to stop, to get to the pique and no further. so he can't help but wonder why wooyoung has been so careless tonight, why he's been pushed to this point.

"it's okay," he tells him when wooyoung tries to mumble something, only to throw up again. "just let it out."

it's a little awkward, standing there while wooyoung is sick, unsure whether he should rub his back or just let him get over it himself. but san's reluctant to leave him alone, especially in this state.

"ew," he groans, hanging his head in the sink, breathing too hard.

"yeah," san agrees, lifting wooyoung's head up and bringing him away from the puke-filled sink. "lean on me,"

wooyoung follows the instruction, enthusiastically putting too much of his weight onto san. stumbling, he gets an arm around his waist to support him, running the tap to rinse the sink.

"y'smell good." he mumbles against him, flopping completely against san.

"okay," san replies, watching the tendrils of vomit run down the drain. he squints, wiggling the tap a bit.

"i swear m'not that drunk," wooyoung rambles, dropping his head onto san's shoulder. "or i wasn't. i really wasn't that drunk, y'know? don't know why i'm throwing up. oops..."

san leans back on him, still watching the water run. "shouldna kissed you." he apologizes, head feeling heavy.

he feels wooyoung give a half-assed shrug as he reaches to turn off the tap. "meh," is his grumbled response.

sighing, san pushes off of the counter. "cmon, let's get you lying down."

"hmn." he agrees, letting san lead him. "just for a bit."

the house is busy, and it's hard to find somewhere quiet. all the bedrooms he tries the door of are occupied, so it doesn't seem like they'll be lucky enough for a bed. even a couch would suffice.

eventually, he finds an empty bathroom, overjoyed with the discovery.

sinking to the floor, san embraces the cool tiles, back against the bath tub. seeming to have misplaced his cane some time in the night, wooyoung had been relying on san. but he chooses this moment to not follow his actions, eagerly scrambling into the empty tub.

"wooyoung," san groans
half-heartedly, turning himself so he can prop his chin on the tub's ledge and survey him.

the blonde's mint suit jacket is crooked, hanging oddly on his frame. sitting there in the tub, wooyoung brings his knees to his chest, hugging himself.

"get in the bath," he nags, resting his head atop his knees.

looking at him now, with a more level head, san notices the smudging of his smoky eyeliner, and questions how wooyoung is making the raccoon look work.