Perfume • Woosan | Ateez

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IT was a hell of a kiss. San wouldn't even be able to describe it if he wanted to. Wooyoung kissed him like he wanted to be kissed desperately, like no boy had ever kissed him before. Which couldn't be true because he definitely knew what he was doing, unlike for San. First it was soft and moist and then hot and breathy. They were not trying to win a battle but were seeking for closeness and a timeless moment. Heat rose in his cheeks as Wooyoung's tongue touched his own. It was quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking for more and more and more. Not even the taste of blood made San think that they maybe should stop whatever was happening right now. He felt so good right then and there, he even was brave enough to lightly sling his arms around the others waist.

San could honestly not tell how long they kissed before both of them were so out of breathe, that they just had to pull away and gasp for air. They opened their eyes at the same time, now looking straight into each others again, while breathing in and out deeply. One moment Wooyoung looked at him the way he did before the kiss. His dark eyes seemed brighter, his appearance more youthful. In the next moment his eyes got smaller and he seemed tense again. He abruptly let go of his face and backed away a little too fast for San not to immediately notice, that something was wrong. »Wooyoung«, San breathed out confused, while the gray haired boy was hectically moving in front of him. He was turning away from San, throwing his hands on the back of his head and grabbing onto his hair like he was regretting everything that just happened. San was so shocked that he didn't even realize this was the first time he had called the other by his name out loud.

»Are you okay?«, he added after a few seconds. Wooyoung answered with a kick against one of the bathroom stalls, which flew open and crashed against the wall. It would be a lie if San said he didn't get scared by that a little, but he jumped down from the sink to walk over to him nonetheless. He still felt dizzy but pushed through the urge of closing his eyes for the boy he had just kissed. »Hey, calm do-«, he tried saying soothing, but Wooyoung stepped back even more as he saw San attempting to grab his hand. They stared at each other again, this time much less affectionate. San looked absolutely crushed and hurt by the sudden outcome of this situation and Wooyoung just looked at him like they were seeing each other for the first time. Like he didn't care at all. At least that was what he made San think with his behavior. Wooyoung didn't explain himself before rushing out of the bathroom like he was running away from something extremely bad. After the door slam back shut San fell against the wall and let himself down to the ground slowly, while a single tear ran down his cheek.

What the fuck was that? Who kissed someone like that, to then just leave the person behind? San didn't know what to think anymore. He didn't know what to do. It already got dark outside, as he had noticed when the boy who felt like a stranger again had opened the door just now. It was cold too. And his head hurt so much. Now that the gray haired boy was gone and he could think straight again, he could feel in how much pain he truly was. After just leaning against the wall with closed eyes for a while San dailed his roommate's number. The shy and angel like boy was the only one he would want to come right now. Yeosang was the only one who would accept that San would not tell what had happened to him today and probably also the only one who wouldn't try finding the dudes who had hurt him. Hongjoong, Jongho and Mingi, damn even innocent Yunho would totally flip out if they had to pick him up from the floor of a public bathroom being beat up.

He only needed to tell his foster brother that he wasn't able to come home alone and where he was and Yeosang immediately headed to get him. »Hyung is coming, okay? I'm on my way«, he said, and that was probably the first time he had heard the boy sounding so serious about something. While waiting for the boy to get him out of this shitty bathroom San kept whispering »Hyung is coming, Hyung is coming«, to calm himself down. Yeosang stormed in the bathroom and kneeled in front of him quickly. San tried smiling at him, because he really didn't want to make a big drama about this whole situation, but his foster brother pulled him into a tight hug anyways. »Are you hurt badly? Should I take you to a hospital?«, Yeosang then asked, while examining him from head to toe, but San just shook his head slightly. »Just take me home, please.« And that's exactly what the one month older boy did.