𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 ☆ 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

╰⊱𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝟻:𝟺𝟻 𝑃𝑀⊰

1985

San finally got home. He endured an exhausting day during his classes and had to take an important exam that kept him busy throughout the entire weekend.

A studious gentleman he was.

But, after every tiring day, there was this visceral migraine awaiting for its glorious moment to strike, killing him.

It was because of those damned glasses he so much hated.

As soon as he entered his apartment and locked the door behind him, Choi San took off his coat and got rid of his backpack, throwing it in the corner of his spacious living room. His lazy steps covered in white socks brought him into the kitchen, where the blonde boy poured himself a cup of coffee.

It was late for drinking that, but could you blame him?

The need to eat something was there, but he was still debating whether to suffer or to put his grumbling stomach at ease. Maybe a sandwich would do.

While starting to prepare his little snack with his glasses on top of his head this time, San turned on the radio and fixed the sound at a suitable volume. Soft tunes started to fill the kitchen and it seemed like San already knew that song.

He started to hum the lyrics from time to time.

It was a ballad about two lovers that wanted to belong to each other more than anything, no matter what the world surrounding them would say. My healer and salvation.

It  a song called 'loser=lover' by a famous boy band named Tomorrow X Together that enjoyed prosperity at such a fragile, raw age. 

San liked them, but not because of their popularily.

Yeosang was the one who introduced him in their world, being so obsessed with them. The blonde even admitted that he would date Yeonjun, one of the members, in a heartbeat.

No, he actually said 'Are you crazy? He's so hot, I wanna marry him and let him be the father of our babies!'  which made Hongjoong frown and kick him out of their shared apartment for the night.

 And even if San didn't and wouldn't admit it out loud. Deep down, though, he had a little, soft, undiscovered yet heart.

"Love you, love you, love you
No matter what I do..."

Between soft mumbles under his breath, he was finally able to put the roof on top of his sandwich, bringing the tip of his thumb between his lips to lick clean the smeared drop of sauce off his skin.

Then, all of a sudden, the phone rang in the other room, breaking the nice ambient and San's moment of peace in the loneliness of his home.

He let out a sigh and turned off the radio before heading out with the sandwich on a smaller plate, taking a hurried bite, then answered.

Truth be told, for a second, his mind wondered back at the boy from last Friday night.

What if it was him?

But why would he call again after the mistake San did?

Maybe... that was his chance to apologize for being a jerk after playing the role of his anonymous therapist?

"Hello?"

"Why did it take you so long?"

San scoffed so evidently.

"Maybe because I was busy with my own stuff? What do you want, punk?"

"Did I... by any chance... interrupt you from something, hyung?" San could feel his smirk while asking such nonsense.

"Listen here, you little booger, I'm hanging up if you have nothing better to do than to keep me busy on the phone. Where's eomma?"

"Why? Wanna talk to her?"

"No, I just couldn't hear her screams about an ungrateful son that uses the phone so much and so pointlessly. What is it, Jongho?"

"Chill, goodness... you're just like her, did you know that?"

"Alright, you know what? Bye Jongho."

"Wait! Wait... hyung..."

"..."

"I wanted to ask you if I can crash at your place tomorrow night..."

"Why?"

"Uh, I had an ugly fight with appa yesterday. He kept nagging me about school, my grades and shit like that. ...He was yelling so much about it, this morning too, and about how I should get a job if I'm not going to graduate..." 

"Is he wrong, though? You barely go to your classes. How are you going to pass your exams? By cheating again?"

San rolled his eyes while taking another bite from his snack.

"Come on, hyung, you have to be on my side here... I can't stand to hear them anymore... please."

"Sorry, bud. You know I have my own stuff to deal with and I can't do that with a messy, horny teenager roaming around my apartment. And you're noisy. I hate that."

"I-I'll tape my mouth, okay? Want me to sew it? I can do that, just please let me come over... just for the night, please..."

"You never stay just for one night! That's your problem, always forgetting to leave."

"Hyung please, please please pleaaaaase!"

"Bye, Jongho. Go to fucking school!"

And slammed the telephone shut, less angrier than expected. Because he was used to his brother's nasty habits.

He knew that, after this call, their eomma will call to complain about her younger son, comparing the two brothers like always and placing San on a pedestal.

San wanted to go back, ready to finish his meal in the kitchen, with some music playing in the background, but he couldn't budge.

Because the phone rang again.

"What now? Jongho, I'm not letting you stay!" He snapped so frustrated when he picked up.

"..."

"Ahjussi... Do you always yell like this whenever someone calls?"

A small giggle was heard, distorted by the bad quality of the telephone line.

San's heart stopped for a second.