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San
Things usually hit different at 1 in the morning.
San was quietly crying by himself on a random swing in the neighbourhood's playground.
San's feet swung around, kicking the pebble stones on the ground. The tears already drying up from his face but his heart continued to feel heavy in his chest.
The bright cresent moon joined him in the deep night when he hears leaves crunching beneath someone's shoes, making him turn his head to the direction.
In the distance, he sees a male. Someone a little shorter than him, with grown out black silky hair that reached down to his cheekbones.
Dressed in all black clothes, hands in his pockets and large black headphones covering his ears. He walked towards San, stopping about 7 meters away from him.
The male that looked around his age took off his headphones, leaving them around his neck and staring at San with a bitch resting face. He looked intimidating especially with that cigarette between his plump lips.
He fished something out from his pocket and handed it to him.
San looked at his hand, it was a packet of marlboro cigarettes and a lighter. He didn't know how to respond or what to do.
"Cigarettes? You look like you need one." the male says, waiting for San to take it.
"I quit smoking long ago." San almost stammered.
He chuckled, "One drag wouldn't hurt, right?" he still offered.
San pressed his lips together, trying to fight the urge but eventually gave in. He takes the packet and picked out a cigarette. Keeping it secured between his lips before lighting it up.
He hands it back to the male while taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke. A refreshed feeling washing over him. San hadn't smoked in so long, if felt good to finally be taking a hit again in a while.
"Thanks." he says to him.
The male takes back his packet and lighter with a small smile, "Welcome, can I sit here?"
"Go ahead." San gestured towards the swing beside him.
He took a glance at the male, somehow his face was familiar now that he can see him better this close up. Watching him take a seat before lighting himself a cigarette aswell.
"Do you perhaps go to the nearby University? You look really familiar, I think I've seen you before." San questioned curiously.
"Yeah, you've probably seen me play the electric guitar in the campus' band." he chuckled to himself in amusement.
San quietly gasped when he finally recognizes him, "Blue Star, ofcourse! You're Jung Wooyoung, I've heard alot about you."
By alot, he meant the gossip about him. The whole campus claimed that his last ex was spreading false information about him. Like he cheating while being in a relationship, entertaning other woman during practice and just casually hitting up on other girls.
San knew those had to be fake because how can someone so isolated like Wooyoung just cheat on his girlfriend?
Friends of Wooyoung announced that it was all false and that he would never dare to do such things. But Wooyoung hadn't confirmed anything so far. Which made the whole campus doubt him.
San knew Wooyoung but not to the point where he would call themselves close friends or even friends. The other was alone most of the time except when his bandmates are around which are his close friends. He never saw him as the type of person who would cheat. This is why Wooyoung always distanced himself from the public.
"You've heard alot but you don't know anything about me." Wooyoung blew out the smoke, his tone switched from calm to stern.
"Well I can't blame you, they're horrible for spreading such gossip about you." San comforted.
Wooyoung scoffed lightly, "I don't need you to pity me."
"You don't have to, you're too much of a nice person to be shit talked behind your back." San reasoned.
"It's not backstabbing anymore if the whole campus knows, right?" he tapped on his cigarette, watching the ashes sprinkling to the ground. Wooyoung then stood up, "Besides you know nothing about me, so its not really your place to be concerned for me or anything."
Well this was escalating quickly, San thought.
"Atleast now I know that one thing I heard about you is true." San stated.
Wooyoung raised a brow, "If you're talking about my mean and rude behaviour then you obviously haven't met someone who isn't friendly like everyone else around you."
"You're right, I haven't." San quietly says, "You're like the first person who seems to despise me and treat me differently though we just met."
"I said nothing about despising you." Wooyoung remarked, taking another long drag and blowing the smoke out through his nose.
San watched Wooyoung slowly starting to walk away from him, "So you're not even going to say goodbye?" San teased jokingly.
Wooyoung scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you, Choi San."
"I'm surprised you know me."
"What, so now you forgot that you're one of the hottest and popular guys in the campus? And basically the best player on your basketball team?" Wooyoung mocked in the same tone making San smile to himself, completely forgetting what he was crying about a few minutes ago.
"Wow, guess I never looked at it that way." San admitted with a light chuckle.
Wooyoung stared at him for a moment, "People like you never see your own worth." he finalized before walking away.
"Wooyoung." San called for him, making Wooyoung stop in his tracks. Glancing back at the male who was still sitting down at the swing, the cigarette between his fingers.
A moment of silence passed. It was just them making eye contact. Wooyoung's hazel brown eyes sparkled under the moonlight that shined down on his face. San never looked at someone this way. Especially now that someone was Wooyoung.
He looked.. mesmerizing.
Wooyoung was really handsome in his opinion. He would never thought he would find a male attractive in his eyes, as strange as it sounds. He was captivated by Wooyoung's beauty, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth that he had to swallow thickly at the view.
"Thank you." San says with a genuine smile.
Wooyoung frowned, "For what? The cigarette? It's not a big deal."
San just laughed at himself, bringing the cigarette back between his lips and inhaled and exhaling the smoke.
