Dark Skies || Seongjoong

The Talk

The drive back home felt too long for Wooyoung. Now and then, he thinks if San would like to end their friendship. He wonders how their friend circle will be affected by this. Will everyone have to take sides? Wooyoung decided if this happens, he will cut himself off from others. No one deserves to bear the consequences of his faults.

He turns slightly toward San, only to find him lost in the atmosphere outside the window. He wonders what's going on in San's head. He sighs and turns back to immerse himself in the beauty of the woods outside.

After what feels like forever, they reach home as the night begins to engulf the sky. The boys find the Queen sipping tea while feeding the cats on the veranda. San runs toward his mother.

"Mom, I'm back, and look who else came," he says, leaning for a hug.

The Queen moves away, looking at Wooyoung with a smile and opening her arms. Wooyoung smiles back, all his worries disappearing immediately. He hugs her tightly, leaning his head on her shoulder, staying there for a minute. He didn't realize he needed this.

Meanwhile, San looks at his mom, slightly surprised. He leans down to the cats and speaks loudly to one of them.

"Soonie, I told you she doesn't love me, right?" he says, pouting visibly. The Queen laughs at that and pinches his cheeks affectionately.

"I'll get a room ready for you. Meanwhile, I'm sure you will be in San's room," says the Queen, smiling at Wooyoung. Wooyoung's smile falters as he turns nervously and locks eyes with San.

"Make sure you come down for dinner on time. We'll have Wooyoung's favorite today," says the Queen as she moves toward the kitchen to get the cooks to work.

"Let's go to my room," says San, already moving in. Wooyoung follows him, his heart in his throat.

Wooyoung enters the room behind San, only to find his room completely different.

"I remember your room being pretty much opposite of what it is now," says Wooyoung, standing in the middle of the room and taking in the changes.

"Oh yeah. I was bored one day, and this happened. I made it look minimalistic because mom said it would be good if any potential matches happened to see my room," says San. His words hit Wooyoung like a truck again.

"Oh yeah. I didn't realize you couldn't possibly bring any princesses inside this room with all the emo stuff pasted on your walls. That's only for friends like me to see," says Wooyoung, making San realize what he just said to Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung," San says, followed by a deep breath. Wooyoung panics. He knows this tone. He knows it's coming. He had spent most of the trip to the palace preparing himself for this, and when it was finally happening, he didn't know how to stay calm.

"We should talk," San is interrupted by Wooyoung.

"San," Wooyoung releases a heavy breath he has been holding in for God knows how long.

"I know what I did at the festival today was wrong. I don't know what came over me. I know you have responsibilities towards your family and the kingdom. Hell, you probably don't even like boys at all. We never talked about our sexualities, which is surprising, considering we talk about everything. Please know that I'm telling you this to get it off my chest, and I don't want you to reply," Wooyoung continues, looking at the floor with tears covering his face. San stands still, not knowing what to do. Wooyoung snaps his head to look into San's unreadable eyes.

"I love you, San," Wooyoung finally lets out, and if San's eyes could widen more, they do.

"I tried to stop myself. I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry I betrayed your friendship. I couldn't help myself. I know it's only in my head, and I probably shouldn't even be your friend. And that's why I don't want you to say anything. I will not talk to you if you want that. I would distance myself from others to not ruin your friendship with them," Wooyoung continues, his eyes not leaving San, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Wooyoung," San breathes.

"Please don't say anything," and then Wooyoung is on San. He kisses San, deep and messy, standing on his tiptoes. Realization dawns upon him, and he tears away immediately, but San pulls him forward. He stares as San captures his lips in a longing kiss. Their lips move slowly against each other.

"I love you too, Wooyoung. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize. I wouldn't want anyone other than you," says San, their foreheads resting against each other. Wooyoung smiles shyly, still in disbelief. San mirrors his smile, tearing up slightly.

They lean into each other embrace, kissing again. The kiss gets intense by the second. Wooyoung moves his hand in San's hair, tugging at it slightly, the other hand grabbing San's impossibly tiny waist. San moves forward, making Wooyoung's back hit the wall. He doesn't know where the boldness comes from when he slides a hand inside Wooyoung's shirt. Wooyoung gasps, making it easy for him to slip his tongue in. Wooyoung's mind goes blank for a second his knees go weak as San's hand travels up his chest. He flips suddenly, making San's back hit the wall, and their lips lose contact. Wooyoung grabs San's jaw with one hand, trailing kisses along it. His other hand wanders at dangerous places on the other's body.

"Wooyoung," San whines, his legs giving up, but Wooyoung has no plans to stop.

"Sannie, Wooyoungie," a knock on the door followed by the Queen's voice interrupts the boys. San's brain tries to catch up with the recent events, both panting heavily.

" Yes, mom," San shouts back, trying to fix his hair and shirt. Wooyoung does the same.

"It's time for dinner. Come down fast," the Queen says from outside the room.

"Okay, we will be there in five minutes," San shouts back, internally debating if he should open the door for his mom.

"Okay, I'll go now," the Queen says and leaves.

The boys stare at each other, both embarrassed by their actions.

"Let's go for dinner. Do I look okay?" says San, trying to break the slightly awkward environment in the room.

"Yeah, you look fine. Do I need to fix anything?" asks Wooyoung.

"Yes, one thing," says San, moving closer and giving a peck on the other's lips.

Wooyoung giggles and San can swear his heart skips a beat.

A/N:

They pretty much forgot about "the talk" part but yeah here we are. I am still wrapping my head around the fact that this is a seongjoong fic yet I wrote so much woosan already (Don't worry, there are things coming up). 

This is one of the very few chapters where I liked what I wrote. i was totally not expecting to be able to publish it today but I couldn't stop myself once I started writing this. This is literally the only chapter I published on the very day I started writing it smh.

Anyways, hello lovelies. Hope you're doing well. Thank you for reading this (can't believe people are actually reading this ngl. Don't stop though.)

Today's song recommendations: My Bag by (G)I-DLE , Cheers by Seventeen