The star is mine (completed)

XXII: Fate

a/n: I'm sorry for the short af chapters, but at least they're cute, right?

Wooyoung's POV

I'm tired, jetlagged and hungry, but San is still holding my hand tightly while we're staring at the golden gate bridge from a small but quite crowded beach.

'We should get something to eat', I turn to San, a hand right above my face to protect my eyes from the sun.

'We should', he says, a bit vaguely, before he places his hand over mine, gently pushing it away and kissing me on the lips.

I'm so drowsy, everything seems to disappear around me, the crowd, the LA summer heat, even the scenery we're in turns into one person and his hands on my waist, Choi San.

'I know a good restaurant', he breaks the kiss.

'Sure, let's go there', I kiss him again.

I love him.

San's POV

He's sleeping beside me, in the back of the car taking us to the restaurant. I told him not to sleep because it wouldn't help the jetlag, but I don't want to wake him up, his head in my lap and his hand gently squeezing my knee.

He looks happy, and he looks comfortable with me, even though I've put him through so much. Right now, I'm just hoping I don't fuck it up again. He seems to be so sure we'll find his sister, but what if we don't? And what if he blames me for it and hates me again?

I can't lose him. I love him.

A small tear rolls down my cheek, but I wipe it away before it falls down.

Wooyoung's POV

I wake up in San's lap, I'm a little less tired but still a bit lightheaded. I sit up and try to fix my hair, find out it's pointless and give up, messy it is.

I get out of the car only to realize messy hair isn't really part of the dress code in this place. San walks up behind me as the car drives away.

'Oh god, my hair', I think out loud.

'Don't worry', he says, and I feel his fingers in my hair to adjust it, 'Perfect'.

He walks in with me, and I feel so small in the big room, chandeliers with crystals hanging from the ceiling, the walls covered in paintings and candles on every table.

I suddenly feel so insecure, but I find comfort in San's hand around my waist, guiding me to a decorated table, right in the middle of the giant room. Unlike the other tables, it's in some kind of gazebo, drawing attention from the other diners.

He pulls a chair backwards and gestures me to sit down. I do, and I can already feel the eyes on my back from the people staring at us.

'Are they dating?', I hear a whisper behind me.

'I don't know, but that guy has to be rich', the other responds.

I hear a sigh, with clear annoyance and disgust in it.

I don't think San heard it, he's sitting down and checking the time, then looks to me and smiles, but his smile fades once he sees the look on my face.

'Are you okay?'

'Yeah, it's just...', I say softly, 'people are talking about us and...'

'Do you want to leave?'

'No, I'm hungry as hell', I chuckle, to lighten up the mood, but the feeling of being watched stays.

'You're cute', he says, a bit louder, so whoever was staring at us definitely heard it, 'I forget you're not used to this'

'You are?'

'I barely notice it anymore, people always hate me', his tone darkens a bit, 'They have reason to'

'San', I whisper, but I don't know what to say anymore.

A waiter interrupts our conversation, holding up a wine bottle and pouring a bit in San's glass. He twirls it around, takes a sip and nods with a straight face, to which the waiter fills both his and my glass and disappears again.

I wanted to forget the conversation we just had, but San keeps going.

'You have good enough reason to hate me too, look what I did to you', he huffs and looks down.

'But I don't'

He looks up at me.

'I wanted to hate you', I continue, 'but I can't. I love you'

I already regret what I just said, and the awkward silence doesn't make it any better. I shouldn't have said it. We haven't been dating for long yet, and I don't even know what this is. Is it love or... I don't know. Fuck, I don't even know what love is.

'I love you', he says, and the voices behind me quiet for a second.

I do know what love is, this is it. San.

It feels as if we've been together for as long as I can remember, and I'm so sure right now, this is love.

San's POV

I feel like I can breathe again, he loves me, after all I've done.

'But I can't help but wonder why', I think out loud, 'Why can't you hate me?'

'I don't know,' he's speaking slowly, 'I feel alive again, the thrill you give me, when you touch me or even just look at me. I've been so numb for so long, but I'm finally feeling things again, but at the end of the day, I always feel safe with you'