Through Your Lens

chapter 9: confession

sans pov

i made my way to the flower garden me and wooyoung usually hang, almost anxious and shaking in my boots. after i'd received the call from wooyoung, my heart started beating faster than it ever had. yeah, i've been with other people before but i don't recall being this nervous about any of them. wooyoung was just different. his sweet soft voice and adorable giggles that left his perfectly shaped mouth that suited his beautiful face with its perfect features.

when i was about 5 meters away from the bench we always sit on, i spotted him. his petite figure in an oversized sweater which made him look tinier than he already was. i took a deep breath before going up to it and sitting down next to him. i wanted to say something, but i also wanted him to start the conversation.

"hi," wooyoungs voice softly let out.

"hey, how are you?"

"better. listen-" i cut him off.

"wooyoung i don't want you to feel forced to say anything you're about to say. i said whatever i said to you before sincerely. i won't force anything on you, i wont make you do things with me or be with me if you don't want to-"

"san! shush for a second" his sudden exclaim brought me speechless. i let him talk, now turning my body to face him.

i watched him take a deep breath before he spoke. i let him take his time, knowing he needed it.

"san, since the day we met, i've always been attracted to you. i've always been pulled towards you as if gravity is pushing and pulling me in your direction. i didn't know what it was at the start, but as we spent more time together i would get excited to see you. i would come home after we spend days together and be happier than ever. when we kissed, something lit up inside of me. i realised that i liked you. i'm a fool for not realising it any sooner."

i looked at him in awe, mostly proud of him for being able to say all of this to me.

"wooyoung..."

"i'm not done. everytime you look at me i get goosebumps, your gaze burns my skin. everytime i hear your voice i go numb, i forget everything that i've ever heard, your voice clouds my mind in a way no one has before-"

i did the thing ive wanted to do since he started talking. i kissed him. i put my lips gently over his, capturing them in the sweetest kiss i could ever give. i've never been so gentle with someone. my hands held his face delicately, almost scared to ruin its beauty. and he kissed me back, a range of emotions running through our kiss. i pulled away, pressing our foreheads together, looking into his eyes.

"you're ethereal... i've never seen such a beauty before. god, whenever you look at me i'm mesmerised. im shunned by your smile, your eyes, your nose, your everything." i confess, speaking my thoughts.

wooyoung just looked up at me, that shine in his eyes making me feel something i've never felt before. i feel the need to protect him, to be there for him, to be his, to make him mine. he's so precious, i'm afraid i can't handle it. so i kiss him again.

"be mine, wooyoung. let me be your boyfriend"

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its been 3 weeks since wooyoung and san got together. they spent time together everyday, at each others dorms or on dates. there's been occasions where san shows up at the photography department with huge gifts for wooyoung every now and then, and he can't help but take them. especially when everyone else is egging him on to accept them.

san has been busy with projects for his painting degree, wooyoung in the middle of a photography project. his professor has offered him an internship, and now he works in a studio deep into seoul. it had everything he could wish for as a photographer.