Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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SAN
San launched himself off the bed in the middle of the night, chest continuously rising and falling in an insane way. His skin was glazing and not from natural sources but rather the sweat beads that had formed on his forehead and now purely reflecting in the moonlight from the crack in his curtains.
"Shit.", he muttered, "Shit shit shit."
He made his way straight to the bathroom and splashed literal cold water on his face. He carried on until he felt his skin turn to ice. At least the sweat was gone. But when he felt something painful he glanced down to see the growing boner in his pants.
San looked up at nothing, "Great."
It was a sarcastic and irritating comment. But this had to be the first time. The first time he'd ever had such strange dreams about someone. And for some fucked up reason, that someone just had to be fucking Jung Wooyoung.
He groaned out loud. How on Earth was he meant to sort it out? Going to shower in nothing but ice cold water at 1AM in the morning would wake Yunho up and he did not want to explain why he had to wake up and shower so early. And jerking himself off to Wooyoung was a shit ass option meaning that was discarded.
So he thought if he just diverted his thoughts somewhere else, he'd rid himself of the shitty boner. But the second he closed his eyes, vivid images of Wooyoung's thrown back head, glowing skin, slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes would reappear back in his mind. And to make the situation he found himself in more unhelpful, he heard the voice of the younger. The same velvety voice that made his moans sound like some sort of sweet tune. Though it was distant, he could still hear it clearly.
San's eyes flew open and he realised he was now gripping his sheets hard that his knuckles must have turned white. He exhaled sharply.
"What is wrong with you?", he muttered to himself, "Get it together Choi San."
He was now preventing his hand from reaching down there to satisfy himself because in truth, it felt awfully wrong to have such wet dreams about someone he barely managed to get close to. And his best friend's crush too. In fact, now he felt both shitty and guilty because everything was just wrong.
For the whole night, San battled with that cursed boner and his thoughts.
The following day he made it a mission to avoid Wooyoung at all costs. Which meant that he would not visit Meraki that day. When he got to school, he saw Felix with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. And when Hongjoong had spotted him and gestured for him to come over, San turned a complete blind eye pretending as if he didn't see anyone.
