Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

I'm...Pretty?

"Again, hyung, why do I have to come with you and your boyfriend? I'm perfectly fine." A soft pout crawled onto San's face as he dove face first into the sheets on Lee Know's bed, grumbling out his discontentment with having to third wheel.

Who in their right mind would willingly third wheel with two people who are obviously so in love that the rest of us are just mere background characters in their own cliche k-drama? Which San voiced out to his hyung, who just let out a chuckle as he fixed his hair.

"Oh relax, Sannie-ah. You've been hiding out at our place for the past two weeks. Sorry to break it to you, but you're gonna have to go back to the house soon, and me and Jisung would prefer to be as loud as we want."

Okay, so maybe he had extended his stay at their house by...a couple of days. But it was their fault! They were the ones who told him to, quote "take as much time as you need. We know it'll be hard seeing him again." unquote. So excuse him for taking full advantage of their beautiful hospitality.

Ungrateful hyungs.

He did the laundry, cooked (okay he didn't cook, he just ordered before they got back and pretended he cooked), and he made sure he was as clean as a maid.

So they had no room to complain. Not like they had any qualms about keeping quiet anyways.

"I just- why do I have to go to the bar with you guys? I can just go to Jinnie's house, or even go to...okay maybe I didn't tell anybody we were back but still!" he whined softly, just reaaaally trying to get out of third wheeling.

Or maybe it wasn't the third wheeling that bothered him. As much as he hated [read:loved] to admit, Minho and Jisung were a beautiful couple, who only seemed to flourish with time. So what was this strange feeling that encompassed his chest every time he happened to witness the subtle glances, gazes filled to the brim with love and adoration for the other? Why is it that every time he witnessed it, he felt an ache in his own chest?

Most days, his aching pain would drive his mind back to memories of him, laughing, hugging, cuddling, simply basking in each other's presence. How he would stare at San as if he had captured all the stars in the sky and hidden them in his eyes, galaxies bursting through his gaze towards the other. Other days he would be reminded of that day, one he refused to acknowledge till death decided to come knocking at his door. That memory would make itself especially known on the days San wished he was wrapped up in his arms, reminding him of just why he had made sure to stay out of contact for the last 7 years. 

Hell, he had watch Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin's relationship flourish, continuously and beautifully. Had witnessed the youngest and oldest pine after Tae, had watched their fights, heard their arguments, but watched them work it out and make it out happy on the right side. So why couldn't he have had that with him? Why had his happily ever after been ripped away from him?

"What if I told you there's a reason why you're coming? You trust hyung right, Sannie?" As he was snapped back from his thoughts, he noticed the glint in Lee Know's gaze, the amusement, almost as if he were....planning something? But what?

Yet San's answer was clear of any hesitation, voice clear as day. "Yes, hyung. I trust you."

San was seriously regretting his decision to trust Lee Know. Which, yet again, he had made known to the elder.

"Yah! You brat! Don't end up like Hyunjin-ah!"

Why, you may ask?

Here he was, sat in front of a boy who looked almost as confused as him.

Don't get him wrong, the boy was beautiful. Pretty brown eyes, bordering on black, hair that passed his nape and flowed beautifully. San found his dark locks exceptionally pretty, taking in the natural pout that ghosted his lips.