naked || woosan

09

-ˏˋ i didn't mean to hurt you ˊˎ

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"I'll walk."

Tears brimmed in the corners of Wooyoung's eyes, threatening to begin streaming down. Am I stupid? One minute he was this sweet, caring guy but the next he pulled away without explanation. And what hurt even worse was that Wooyoung liked him. He really liked him. As much as he had tried to push down his feelings over the past few days, they just kept bubbling back up.

But it was clear to him now that San didn't care about him in the slightest.

"Wooyoung..." His voice was restrained. "I can drive you."

"I don't want you to drive me!" Now the tears were falling. Wooyoung wished he could run away. He didn't want San to see how much he had affected him. It was embarrassing. And yet, he had no idea where his pants and shoes were and couldn't leave the apartment half-naked.

San's stony demeanor faltered as he saw the tears streaming down Wooyoung's rosy cheeks. In an instant, he was back on the bed and pulling the smaller man into his embrace.

"Please don't cry," San ran his hand soothingly over Wooyoung's back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"But y-you did..." Wooyoung whimpered, tears dampening the fabric of San's shirt.

"I'm sorry Wooyoung," San told him softly. "I shouldn't have kissed you-"

"Why did you then?" Wooyoung sniffled. "Are you j-just trying to mess with me?"

"No! I just-" San broke off his sentence because... well, he didn't know why he had kissed him exactly. It was a bad idea – that he was sure of now. San always made sure he stayed far away from any kind of attachment, especially with the people he slept with. It was just easier that way. So why was Wooyoung so different? "I don't know. I wasn't thinking properly. I'm not the right person for you, okay? You deserve someone a lot better. This just... it's not a good idea."

Wooyoung wiped his wet cheeks on the back of his hand, trying his best to calm down. He didn't want his disappointment to show on his face. The tears were already pathetic enough.

Wooyoung slowly pulled back from San's arms, keeping his eyes focused on his lap. "I think maybe w-we shouldn't hang out anymore."

No. It hurt San to hear those words come from the smaller man. He didn't just... not want to see Wooyoung anymore. It was purely selfish but he didn't care. He couldn't be with Wooyoung but he couldn't avoid him either.

"Why don't we be friends?"

Wooyoung finally glanced up at him. "F-friends?"

"Yeah," San replied in a soft voice. "I mean, if you're okay with it?"

Could they be friends? Wooyoung wondered. Even though he liked San? Even though they had slept together? It was complicated, but maybe after a while the romantic feelings he had for the dark-haired man would fade. Friends. Maybe it could work.

"Okay," Wooyoung pronounced the word very slowly, still uncertain of his decision. "I've been pretty good at making new friends recently."

"Good, I'm glad." There was a clear relief in San's voice. "I'm sorry for being confusing."

"S'okay," Wooyoung replied, letting out a long breath. It's not like it was possible for him to remain upset at San. He had never been good a holding a grudge but especially when those cat eyes were fixed onto him. San doesn't like me in the same way I like him. So what? I'll still be happy to be his friend.