travellers || Woosan

7 | still here

"Now what the fuck was that?!", Wooyoung calls out, completely pissed off at San for once again shoving him out of his way when they were about to leave the hideout after a short mission. A short mission in which San was of course being his usual, bitchy self.

But since it has been like this for weeks now, Wooyoung has had enough, running outside right after San and stopping him when he was just about to get out of his reach. San scoffs when he hears Wooyoung's voice, pissed off tremendously by his mere existence.

"You were in the way."

"Why are you still such a fucktard? I have not been treating you like the asshole you are either, so why is it so hard for you to just treat me like a human as well?", Wooyoung continues, still so very done with the way San has been behaving around him.

San would still keep himself in check whenever Seonghwa or Hongjoong are around, but the moment San and Wooyoung would be alone, he becomes this shitty, homophobic asshole again that Wooyoung hates. The moment with his wound in the cave was the only time he seemed to have a little bit of a softer side of his showing through. Everything after that was just the same as usual, almost worse at times.

It almost feels like whenever the thought of being nice to Wooyoung merely crosses his mind, San immediately has to do something extra shitty to counter it. It almost feels like he has to constantly remind himself that Wooyoung is simply not worth it and that he in fact has to be like shit to him because that is all he deserves anyway. It just fucking sucks and Wooyoung's patience is running out more and more, holding on in the form of a fragile, thin string, threatening to snap at any moment.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Wooyoung, but we are not friends and we will never be, so don't expect me to treat you like one.", San snaps back once again, standing close to Wooyoung as he looks into his eyes with fire in his own. One look into them and Wooyoung knows he cannot back down and look away. They have wordlessly established that within the matter of only a split second. Whoever looks down first, loses. For some reason, that seems clear as day to both of them.

"Who said I want to be your friend? I don't need anyone like you as my friend. I never wanted to be treated like one either. But you can at least be less childish about this, get your shit together and just treat me like a normal fucking human!", Wooyoung yells back, still keeping their eyes locked. San is going to lose this one. Not Wooyoung. "At least during work you can treat me civilly, instead of being such a fucking dick about literally everything! I hate every fucking moment whenever we go anywhere because you just make everything so much harder than it has to be. You are nothing but an immature, homophobic child trapped in the body of an adult! How did your parents fuck up so badly with you?!"

There is a glint in San's eyes when he hears those words. A clear sign of something just having snapped in him and Wooyoung has been able to witness it firsthand. He watches how San's jaw clenches, his whole body now tensed up in anger as the veins on his hands and exposed underarms as well as his neck are standing out. All while his eyes show pure anger and disgust directed at the boy alone. It makes Wooyoung gulp, makes him fear for his life for a moment. But he still manages to glare back, keeping his stance.

Scary. San is fucking scary. But they are in a public place so San would not -

Well, nevermind.

His hand moves up to the collar of Wooyoung's shirt, gripping it firmly in a way Wooyoung knows will most definitely stretch out the fabric. San's knuckles turn white from how hard he is fisting the fabric of the black shirt and pulling Wooyoung closer with one, strong tug.

His other hand flies up in the air in another tight fist and in that very moment, Wooyoung knows he can no longer keep up the staring contest. No, the moment he senses the immense anger coming from the other and knowing he is being held onto way too tightly to pry himself off San's grip, Wooyoung knows that this one is not aiming for his gut for once. No, San is going to hit his face.