Endless chase [Woosan ff]

8 - Club

- Please, please, pretty please? - Wooyoung begs while jumping around San.

He's got these big, round, cute eyes, and San can't say no for anything in this world.

So he just chuckles, smiling fondly at the younger while taking ahold of his hands to calm him down.

- Promise me you won't throw up or anything, or else I'm gonna leave you to sleep in the streets. - San warns jokingly, and Wooyoung just laughs, promising to behave.

- I can assure you I won't drink too much. -

It's Wooyoung's sixth day there, and to celebrate his last night with San he wants to go out clubbing.

So here they are, bodies sweating and smashed against each other in the middle of the crowded club.

An upbeat techno melody is being blasted through the speakers, colored, flashing lights invading the whole room.

San is smiling widely, because he hadn't experienced clubbing in a while, and now he's doing it with Wooyoung.

The younger is all sweat and toothy smile, his hair slicked back while he shows off his dance moves, the third drink of the night in his hands.

Wooyoung is feeling quite tipsy, yet not to the point of puking, which San is grateful for. San too is feeling quite buzzed, yet is still capable of understanding everything going on around him.

And so he sees a girl approach them, a decise walk as she makes her way through the crowd.

- Hi there. - She smirks seductively at Wooyoung, who smiles back politely before turning back to San.

The girl is not satisfied with his reaction, so she tugs at Wooyoung's shirt to gain his attention, succeeding.

- What's your name? - She asks with a flirty tone.

- Wooyoung. - The younger is unable to read her intentions, too tipsy to even stand completely straight (not that he is anyway).

- Can I go home with you tonight, Wooyoung? -

San is silently feeling his blood boil, but he can't do anything. Not yet, at least. He silently observes Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows in confusion and turn towards the girl once again, his words slightly slurred.

- For what? -

The girl is sighing now, exasperated at how difficult getting into Wooyoung's pants is becoming.

- To fuck. - She glares at him, clearly annoyed.

Wooyoung's brain cells seem to react at that, his confused pout and frown disappearing from his face, and leaving space for wide, surprised eyes.

San is clenching his fists in pure jealousy, but he is in no position to be so jealous. Wooyoung isn't his.

- I... Wh... I'm sorry, I don't... -

Surprisingly for all the three of them, Wooyoung grabs San's hand, squeezing it and bringing the girl's attention to the older for the first time ever since she came up to them.

Disgust.

That's the only emotion San can make out on her face.

It's making him feel small, and his body heats up to the point where it's a struggle for him to breathe in air.

His skin is sweating, his palm wet against Wooyoung's.

- You're gay?! - She screams on top of the loud music, a few people turning towards the three of them to watch the commotion.