"Oh my goshhhhh, I've always wanted to ride on a motorbike", Wooyoung squealed, running - aka tumbling - towards the machine and reverently running his fingers over it.
"I don't have a second helmet, so you can use mine", San said, steadying the younger who had almost fallen against the bike while admiring it from all sides.
"But what if we get into an accshident and your head makes 'BOOM' and 'PLOP' and you're dead dead?", Wooyoung asked, still slurring some of the words because of the alcohol in his system.
The stranger had to suppress a laugh. "You don't have to worry about me being 'dead dead'. My head can neither make boom nor plop. Understood?"
The boy looked at him dumbfounded. "Not weally...", he mumbled, studying the other's face with a critical eye.
He didn't look as intelligent as he intended, though.
"I can't die", San explained in simpler words, expecting a shocked reaction from the boy.
He was surprised when it didn't came.
"Okay", Wooyoung said nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders.
"Then gimme your helmet because I can definiwtwely die, hehe", he started giggling like crazy once again and didn't even stop as San lifted him onto the motorbike and took a seat himself in front of the boy.
"Hold onto me tightly or you're gonna fall", the man said seriously and started the engine.
"You're underestimating me, Santan. I'm the real Wooyoung", the younger blabbered. "I'm weally shrtong myself and I can sit stwaight perfectly, so I'm not going to lose my balance and I-"
The boy almost slipped to the side when the stranger started driving and the motorbike jumped forwards.
Against all his words, he immediately wrapped his arms around the man so tightly that there literally wasn't any space between them anymore.
He pressed his face into San's back and closed his eyes, enjoying the wind that whizzed around them.
And it seemed like he was sobering up a little through the cold.
Wooyoung didn't even realize that they had arrived in front of the apartment he shared with Yeosang, another very good friend and classmate of him.
The man stopped the engine and carefully turned his head a little to see the strange boy still tightly clinging onto him, eyes pressed together and shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"Wooyoung?", he asked quietly. "That's your name, right?"
"Hmm", the boy hummed, however, not changing his position.
"We're at your apartment, you can let go of me now", the man chuckled.
Finally, Wooyoung remembered that he was literally back hugging the stranger without a reason anymore. In an instant, he let go and quickly got off the bike.
"Sorry, S-Sorry... uhm, I'm gonna uh go in then", the boy stuttered and awkwardly pointed towards his door.
"T-Thanks for the ride", he added, before waving his hand at the man and sprinting towards the door. He had to stop in front of it though to search for the keys that must've slipped to the very bottom of his pocket.
"Can I help you?", came a voice from next to him and Wooyoung jumped in shock, letting out a brief scream.
"W-What? How... how did you pass the distance from y-your bike to my door this fast?", he asked breathlessly.
This night was getting weirder and weirder.
At least he noticed himself sobering up immensely. However, his head started to hurt instead.
"I flew here", San smirked.
"Yeah and I'm Santa", Wooyoung rolled his eyes. He had expected a serious response to his question since he was actually wondering.
"If you flew you'd be a vampire and I'm pretty sure vampires don't exist."
"Well, you're right with that one. I'm not a vampire, I'm the devil", San explained with a grin that seemed to never leave his face.
"Ever heard of angels before, darling?"
Wooyoung looked at the man skeptically. "Yes, but what does that have to do with the devil?"
"The devil - aka me - is a fallen angel, helloo", San said.
Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Why are all the hot guys crazy?
Without another word, the boy turned around, finally having found his keys and fled inside, not forgetting to loudly shut the door behind him.
"Why does no one ever believe me?", the man mumbled.
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IT'S WEEKEND TIME FINALLY
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