fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 2」: construction worker

When he entered the mansion the next day with the help of the key the witch had given him, two voices floated over to him from the kitchen. Quietly, he took his shoes off and glanced at the large standing clock in a corner of the entrance hall; it read 9am sharp. But he was still even more tired than yesterday. He hadn't gotten much sleep this night either, though this time it had been the fault of whatever supernatural creature had decided to haunt him. Throughout the entire night, he kept waking up to a bowl of steaming ramen floating right beside his bed, but every time he had tried to take it, it had moved out of his reach.

Now, he leaned his backpack against the wall and made his way over to the kitchen. The two voices grew louder and he managed to identify one of them as his boss; the other one seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he'd heard it before. He passed the open door to the kitchen, then froze right in his spot.

There, in the sunlight falling in through one of the windows, sat the embodiment of beauty. Perfect black hair framed a face so utterly ethereal he thought that he'd stumbled upon a god, the man's pale skin glowing in the warm light, his pretty eyes cast downward onto the face of Jung Wooyoung. San's heart halted. His friend stood between the gorgeous man's legs, one hand on his thigh and the other hand slightly tilting the other's head away from him. His lips hovered over the man's neck, bare millimeters away from his skin.

"Am I interrupting something?" San asked cheerfully and with a smile, but his chest crumbled a little. So Wooyoung did have a boyfriend. But could he blame him? The man looked like a statue carved from the finest marble with the most gifted hands this earth had ever seen. He was more beautiful than anything San had ever laid his eyes upon.

Wooyoung let go of the man and approached him, revealing a syringe at the other man's arm, with a tube that ended in a bottle filled with blood. "San! There you are!" He beamed at the other, his radiant smile the exact opposite of the third man's displeased expression. "You're right on time! Today, I'm gonna teach you everything I know about blood spells."

San grinned. "Blood spells?" He couldn't wait to learn everything about it.

"Can you at least get this syringe out of my fucking arm first?" the beautiful man snapped. "If this keeps going on you'll have to find another supplier."

The witch turned to him and cooed. "Does it hurt, babe?"

The beautiful man scoffed. "Can you stop being a nuisance for once? Just fucking do it, oh my god, do you have to make everything difficult?"

It wasn't San's business, of course not, but he couldn't help thinking that Wooyoung didn't deserve to be treated like this. It certainly wasn't fair.

"You know that's my job," the witch replied however, then removed the syringe and put a bright pink band-aid over the tiny wound. He leaned forward to kiss the man's cheek, but the other pushed him away before he could ever come close enough. His glare could've molten steel.

"Try to kiss me again and I'll fucking stab you, Jung Wooyoung."

The witch laughed and San didn't know what to think anymore. Were they dating? Or were they not? If they weren't, why had Wooyoung kissed the man's neck earlier? The two were very close, he could see that, but were they friends or lovers? He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know. For his own sanity. Maybe he could kill the feelings that grew in his heart before they got too strong, but if the two were only friends it would be stupid to do so.