Just Lovers [WooSan]

004

Wooyoung 

I started hanging out with San more than I thought I would. Which was kinda nice since Mihi was so busy with volleyball practice or Yunho, so she wasn't free to hang out much.

I liked talking to him. And I liked seeing how passionate he'd get when talking about bikes. He even offered a couple of times for me to be his backpack and I was sure I came off way too excited when I answered yes immediately.

It was kind of cool riding with him and seeing the dorky things he could do to win my heart over. Sometimes if he got bored at a red light, he'd start dancing in front of cars and for someone with serious anxiety, it was astonishing. The helmet really was a shield for him, no wonder he liked it so much.

After hanging out for a couple of week without even fucking, he asked me if I wanted to go to a party with him.

"Do you really have anxiety or are you lying?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Yes. I have to meet someone there so it's less for the actual partying."

"What are you meeting up for?" I asked as I followed him to his bike.

"Weed. Yunho and Mingi smoked it all last night and they want to hang out in a couple of days with Mihi since Mihi has been busy with her games." He explained.

"You're the weed guy?" I asked, surprised that he was the one in the group who got it.

He shrugged, "Someone has to be and I have a great dealer." He flashed me a smile. "Be careful around him though."

I gave him a questioning look.

"He can be...intense. Not in a bad way. But he likes what he likes. Also, don't let him influence you. He can be a bastard." He said, giving me my gear since he bought me my own.

"What's his name?"

"Hongjoong." He said before we started riding.

I didn't know what to expect with the vague information I got.

Once we got to the party, San grabbed me by the waist and protectively led me through the throng of people down to the basement. The moment the door opened, smoke was billowing out like they created their very own hot box.

The lights were dimmed so San's hold on me tightened to not send me falling down a flight of stairs.

Once we got close enough to the couch in the middle of the room, I saw someone on the smaller side sitting on the couch. By San's reaction, that was Hongjoong.

He was really fucking attractive but the same height as me, or maybe a little shorter. But he wore a leather jacket and chunky silver jewelry. He looked badass.

"Wow, really?" san said as he saw Hongjoong take a hit off of his bong. "Reclaim?"

I didn't know what reclaim was since I didn't smoke much and I usually didn't smoke wax. Hongjoong took the hit like a pro and looked up with a smirk. "Why not?"

"You're taking dabs like it wouldn't kill the average person." San said.

"It's not that bad, baby lungs." Hongjoong's attention turned towards me as he eyed me up and down. "Who's he?"

"My...friend." San answered, "We've come to raid your stash."

"Oh...go ahead. Here." He tossed San a huge bag of weed and my eyes widened. Holy shit...you couldn't even buy that amount. What the fuck?

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? How much weed do you think we smoke?" San asked as he looked over the bag.

"I may have planted too much and now it's time to harvest and well..." He gestured to the bag. "I can't sell all of this, not that I want to."

"I thought it was a hobby-"

"That was last year. Now it's a business." He said it so casually.

San shook his head, looking at the weed. "Sour kush?"

"For right now, that's all I'm growing."

I felt so out of the loop with how well they were versed with weed. I just smoke it and they were talking about different kinds.

I felt like such an idiot.

"Wanna join for a smoke?" Hongjoong asked.

"Not with that shit." San said. "I want to be able to drive home.

Hongjoong shrugged and snatched the bag from San, pulling out a bud. "Bong or joint?"

"I'll take a joint." He answered, sitting on the couch beside Hongjoong.

I stood there awkwardly for a minute while Hongjoong was shredding the bud to roll. Seeing my unsurity, San grabbed me and tugged me down to sit beside him. I almost fell on his lap but decided it wasn't the place.

"You okay?" He asked quietly.

"Just a different setting then I'm used to." I admitted.

He nodded, his hand over my thigh reassuringly. Once Hongjoong rolled the joint, he passed it to San which San took the first hit off of.

He nodded like he was confirming something. "You really could sell this shit, Joong. It's better weed than any place around here sells. Of course I say that purely as a compliment."

Hongjoong snickered, "You just don't want me to make you pay."

I was tempted to try some but I didn't want to be rude and interrupt. San took another puff than passed it to me.

"Wow." I breathed, keeping down the coughing I had rising in my throat.

"Oh right! Do you still have my grom?" San asked.

"Yeah. Haven't been able to sell it." Hongjoong replied before taking another dab.

"I was wondering if I could borrow it. Wooyoung wants to learn how to ride and I feel like the grom would fair better than the R7."

"Sure." Hongjoong said. "It's at my place though. I'll drive it back to yours if you drop me off?"

"Okay."

I really didn't think he'd actually teach me how to ride and I was so excited.

I really was okay, even though I seemed a little quiet. It was just because Hongjoong was a little intimating. Plus this was very new for me. I didn't know much about bikes or weed or anything else they talked about so I just stayed silent. It wasn't bad though.

Especially since san had been stroking my thigh absentmindedly and I was too busy watching the movements to listen to the conversation.