treasure - c.s+j.wy

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entry 4,

it was now saturday at noon.

san walked out a of a big white building, scowling softly as he looked back at it.

"i hate this stupid place,"

the boy mumbled, shaking his head slightly before he began walking down the street.

he ripped off the paper bracelet off his right wrist, putting both of his hands inside of the pockets of his sweater before making his way towards the park.

he always went to the park on saturdays. it was the one place he could rethink everything.

he made his way towards the local park, smiling softly as he finally made it there. the smaller kids were playing in the little park. dogs were around, chasing squirrels or playing with their owners.

they were all so happy.

i wish.

the boy sat down underneath the shade of a tree. he took out his trusty journal from his small bag and began writing.

entry 76,

so today's been a struggle really. i'm not sure what to do anymore.

they said nothing can be done about it. and it's not like i'm scared, but it's still

shocking? hurtful? disturbing?

how am i supposed to enjoy my-

"you're still writing in that diary of yours?"

san softly groaned as he recognized the voice. could he not get away from this kid?

"like i've told you before, it's a journal. not a diary. but i guess your peanut sized brain cant comprehend that,"

san looked up to wooyoung, who looked irritatingly handsome in this spring day.

the purple haired boy wore loose t-shirt that had some type of design on it, tucked into a nice pair of jeans.

"it's not my fault you can't admit you have a diary because of your pride,"

the boy smirked, sitting down next to san who raised an eyebrow at him.

"and may you explain who told you that you could sit next to me?"

san asked, scooting slightly away from the other boy.

he wasn't trying to be rude.

well, he was. but it wasn't because of wooyoung. if anything the other smelled really nice and would probably be good company.

but san didn't want company. he didn't need it. he hadn't need it for years, so he didn't need it now.

"i told myself i could. plus you don't own the park,"

wooyoung shrugged, scooting closer to san with the purpose to solely piss him off.

"why is it that you're everywhere i go? don't you know when to take a hint sweetie?"

san rolled his eyes, putting his journal back into his small bag as he didn't want the other to read anything in it.

"don't you realize when people actually like you san? and i don't care. you're interesting and i want to get to know you more. you should want to get to know me too. i'll have you know i'm practically the perfect boyfriend,"

san looked at him with a look of disgust, shaking his head slightly.

"first, i could be straight for all you know. second, i don't want a boyfriend, thank you very much. i enjoy my life being a lone wolf,"

the dark haired boy stood up, getting ready to leave as he didn't really wanna stick around.

"well, sucks to be you. because i'm interested in you, and i won't stop until you're interested in me too,"

wooyoung stood up along with him.

he smirked at the other, oddly enjoying this moment with him as san turned around after a glare, beginning to walk back home.

"let me walk you home,"

wooyoung said as he caught up to san, who looked at him with confusion.

"what? hell no?"

"why not?"

"cause i said so,"

san replied with a 'duh' type of tone, continuing his walk and ignoring the other.

"that's fine, i'll just follow you until you get home,"

"that sounds like a stalker to me, i can call the police you know,"

"i could've called the police long ago. you stole my heart and robbery is a crime,"

"you're so cheesy that you make me wonder if i have lactose intolerance,"

well for fucks sake. -choi san

close entry 4.