fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 12」: exorcism

For the first time, he woke up without Wooyoung beside him. It was a phenomenon he'd come to dislike during the the two times he'd slept in his apartment since he'd started dating his witch; what was the point in opening his eyes if he didn't get to look at his boyfriend? What was the point in waking up at all if he didn't get to kiss him good morning? He was almost tempted to fall asleep again and write this off as a bad dream.

With a deep sigh, he turned on his back and looked up. Sunlight streaming in from the window over Wooyoung's desk painted the lovely green of the ceiling in a warm yellow, gleaming off the golden ornaments worked into the woodland scenery. He spent a few minutes searching the mural for little hidden things like the jackalope in one of the corners, or the barn owl with old words written on its golden feathers, or the tiny raven with an even tinier skateboard.

Then he remembered the events of the night, and immediately a scowl distorted his face. He was going to fucking murder Haneul's soon-to-be ex, that bastard of a man deserved Hell. Did that asshole really think he could cheat on her?! Hell fucking no. He'd pay that motherfucker a visit. And what was that Wooyoung had said about river spirits? He'd get those to fuck that worthless human up too.

With a grim expression, he sat up and almost stepped on Darling when he stood up. "Oh I'm so sorry," he apologized as he crouched down, caressing her as she pushed her little face into his legs and hand, her yellow eyes closed in pure bliss, her whole body humming with her purrs. She meowed a tiny meow and his heart melted. When he'd first seen her, he'd never have assumed that she was the cuddliest cat he'd ever met.

He lifted her into his arms, holding her with one hand as he reached for his phone. Her purring vibrated through his chest, and her soft fur lay cool against his skin. His phone told him that Haneul had messaged him to let him know that she'd already left – he slipped it into the pocket of his sweats, kissed Darling's little black head and left his boyfriend's bedroom.

As he descended the steps of the fancy mahogany stairs, petting the cat with one hand, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread rolls hit him. Accompanied by his witch's voice and the voice of someone he didn't know, a bright warmth bled through the open kitchen door and into the mansion; it felt like summer. Darling nuzzled her face into his bare chest and purred.

He yawned as he entered the kitchen, and a smile snuck into his expression when he saw Wooyoung. Every time he laid eyes upon his boyfriend, it struck him again just how pretty he was; the sharp jaw, the hooked nose, the pretty lips, the moles, the dark brown eyes, god, San would've killed to have the man if he wasn't already his. He really was the luckiest man on earth.

With a happy sigh, he affectionately ran his hand over his witch's shoulder. "Good morning," he greeted when the other looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed those pretty lips he loved so much.

Wooyoung's gaze flicked over San's bare upper body before he returned the eye contact again. "Morning," he replied with a smile, "I made coffee, there's still some left over if you want it."

San smiled. "Thanks." He turned to the counter, got himself a mug – it was the one that read 'Fuck.', like so often – and kissed Darling's little head again when she meowed in protest of him having stopped petting her. As he poured the coffee into his mug, he yawned and half-listened to the conversation, then sat down beside his boyfriend, allowing Darling to curl up in his lap after she'd glared at the witch.

Across from Wooyoung sat a person who seemed to be a woman in her late forties, and he greeted her with a nod that she returned with a smile that bared her fangs; so she was a vampire. Noted. He wondered how she sat unharmed in the sunlight, her long, silken black hair glowing golden, until he remembered what his witch had said about UV-radiation, vampires and the spells he'd put on his house.