fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 4」: hug

Cursing the weather, San donned the hood of his father's dark green rain jacket and squinted against the heavy rain of an unexpected thunderstorm. Why did his car have to stop working right before he needed to leave? He was already five minutes late, and by the way his travel had progressed in the past twenty minutes, he was nowhere near reaching the location the witch had sent him any time soon. He would probably be soaked to the bone by the time he arrived, despite wearing a rain jacket.

He grimaced when a strong wind pushed against him from behind, looking down at the with raindrops decorated screen of his phone to see where he would have to go next. While it did make sense that they would go to a library for this, he did not understand why they would go to this one in particular. It had been closed down years ago, officially because of a lack of funds; but no one had quite believed that.

There were countless of rumors; that the old building was haunted, that the owner had found out delicate information about the government, that the library had belonged to a coven of malevolent witches – this had been an attempt at explaining the over-abundance of books on any occult topic – and far more, less plausible rumors. He himself had never even seen the library, let alone entered it, but the explanation for the unexpected shutdown he had thought to be most likely used to be that the owners had gotten into some sort of illegal schemes.

He was not so sure about that now. With everything he had learned about witches and the supernatural in the past week, almost any of the rumors could be the truth. Wooyoung would know what was up with the library, he'd mentioned that he'd been going there ever since he could read.

San sighed and turned around a corner. He'd always gotten attached to people quickly, but developing romantic feelings with this kind of intensity in just over three days was new even for him. It didn't make any sense. How was this even possible? Granted, their long conversations and the fact that he spent almost all of his time working with Wooyoung had gotten them closer to each other rapidly, but he still only knew the witch for a little under a week.

Did that stop Wooyoung from always being on his mind however? Certainly not. He'd even dreamed of him, and it was embarrassing how much he wanted that breautiful dream to be real. At this point, he would probably do anything just to get a taste of the witch. How pathetic.

A thunder cracked the sky open and he flinched at it, regretting his decision to not take an umbrella with him when the rain punched down on him even harder. It was May now, why did the weather still act as if it's April? It had been wonderfully sunny just an hour ago, and now the sky was crying its clouds out as though the earth had broken up with it.

He cursed when the wind pushed the hood off his head, fighting the strong breeze in an attempt to get the hood back up; by the time he managed to do this, his hair was already soaked and his skin glistened because of the sheer amount of raindrops that had attacked him. It would be a miracle if he didn't get sick after this, a much needed miracle. He couldn't and wouldn't stop working, the only thing that would be able to keep him from Wooyoung and the money would be something that made him unable to so much as lift a hand, but it would be a pain in the ass to work while being sick.

When the library finally came into his view, he sped up to a light jog. Even though it had only been two hours since he'd left the witch, he couldn't wait to see him again. He wanted to see his pretty face, listen to his pretty voice and hear him laugh his stupid witch laugh, he wanted to look at him and be with him, he wanted to hold his hand and kiss him and his pretty smile, he wanted to hold him close to himself, tightly, and feel Wooyoung's perfect body against his own.