Screw you [WOOSAN FF]

Chapter 13

"Thank you for letting me stay here Yeo," sighed Yunho, flopping on the dorm bed. He had thrown his bag in a corner of the room without even bothering to unpack, and now everything he wanted was some sleep.

"It's nothing," absently replied Yeosang, moving the bag closer to the taller's bed. "You should know there are rules in this dorm, though. Like keeping a clean space."

"That sounds boring," mumbled Yunho, his voice muffled by the white pillow. He was obviously trying to make a joke to seem unbothered, but his tone suggested otherwise. Yeosang sat the end of the bed, quietly patting the other's back. "Aren't you going to say anything?" Tiredly questionned the taller after a minute.

Yeosang shrugged. "I wasn't going to."

"Actually," began Yunho, "I want to say something. I don't care if you don't care, but I need to say it: Mingi is selfish. And that's the reason we..." He paused.

"Go on."

"That's the reason we aren't together anymore. He said he wanted our relationship to last, like really last. He didn't even think about how I felt! Maybe I was insecure, maybe I was scared... He should've understood! Or at least tried to..."

"The future is a scary thing," wisely nodded Yeosang.

"He's not like San," added Yunho, to the other's surprise. "San was always there for me." He appeared more like he was talking to himself. "Always cheering me up, always on my side when I needed him to be. You know we've known each other for more than six years?"

"What are you trying to say?" Scoffed Yeosang.

Ignoring the question, the taller turned on his side, cuddling up in the thin blankets and softly smiling. "What would I do without him...?"

Wooyoung fidgeted with his fingers, staring at the floor. "Dad, this is San. A friend from school."

Mr. Jung approached the pair, his step wobbly.  "San, huh? Nice to meet you." He suddenly wrapped his hands around said boy's shoulders, feeling his biceps. "Kinda thin, are you?" He laughed, before giving the boy an affectionate, -and honestly kind of hard- slap in the back, making poor San stumble on his feet. "Not a fan of sports, I presume! Don't worry, I was more of an arts guy too." He sniffed and rubbed his nose, before nodding and walking back to drop on a sofa.

Wooyoung looked as if he wanted to be buried six feet under, and San was red as tomato.

"Welp," the blond declared.

"We should get going."

And on that note, the two made their way out of the younger's house. They walked down the peaceful neighborhood, their hair ruffled by the cold wind. San shivered, realizing he was only wearing a thin hoodie. With the sun now hidden behind houses, the air had gotten a lot colder.

"Mario Kart was fun," chuckled the older, drawing their conversation away from the awkward encounter they had just had.

"You only won because of Yoshi. Imma choose him next time, he's way more powerful than that dumb Waluigi!" Wooyoung rubbed his hands together in order to warm them up. He was wearing a beanie and a jean jacket over his usual red flannel.

Obviously more prepared for the winter than me, observed San. "Can we hurry up? I'm kinda cold."

"Oh yes of course! Sorry," apologized the purple haired male. "Let's walk faster!" He then accelerated, San quickly picking the pace.
The blond felt somewhat disappointed, walking fast behind Wooyoung. For a reason he couldn't quite explain, he had hoped the other gave him his jacket.

Well it looks comfortable, reasoned San, trying to answer his bizarre desire. Plus, it'd be sweet of him!

In less than ten minutes, they arrived at mcdonalds, welcoming the warmth and the typical smell of fries that greeted them as they pushed the glass door. Wooyoung asked San about his order, and the older gave him 7000 won for him to pay with.

As he waited in line to order, the younger thought about his father, and how San had to witness him drunk. He didn't want San to pity him, nor did he want the blond to feel awkward in his house. The male glanced around, scanning the room to find his friend. He finally saw him, and San sent him a bright smile from the table he had found them. Wooyoung's heart beat faster at the sight of the boy's happy smile and cute dimples. How could he stay so happy after having such a rough day?

The purple haired male smiled as he payed for both their meals, then picking up the tray to join San at his table.

"Are you still cold?" He asked, sitting down in front of the older.

"No I'm fine." San bit his lip. He was tired of Wooyoung avoiding the obvious, so he decided he would address what happened earlier. "Your father's really nice."

The other dry chuckled before shooting him a discouraged glare. "He was drunk." He then snorted and let out a giggle. "He thinks you're an art guy!"

"I don't know why, I get that a lot!" San laughed. "I hope he won't ask me to paint him something, next time I come to your house! He'll be disappointed!" The pair was now laughing hard, drawing attention to their table.

"An arts guy," repeated Wooyoung, still grinning while shaking his head. "And since when is dad an 'arts guy'? He couldn't draw a single stick figure to save his life!" San burst out laughing again, and Wooyoung watched as his sharp features lit up, a bright smile spread across his face. Truly beautiful, he noticed, cocking his head to the side. Weirdly, he felt now very aware of his body sensations. His heart kept beating fast and his palms were sweaty. He couldn't hold back a smile when the older stuffed three fries in his mouth and began munching happily. Could he get any cuter?

Wooyoung mentally slapped himself. What the hell am I so whipped for, it's just San?! His eyes widened as realization slowly hit him. God no, HELL no, not again!

"Wooyoung are you okay?" The blond worried in between bites of his cheeseburger.

"Yeah yeah," lied the other.

"You look incredibly stiff, are you sick or something? Your face is really pale..." pondered San.

"I need to go to the bathroom," declared Wooyoung, standing up and bolting away.

"All right," incredulously uttered the older to himself, taking another bite of his burger.

Wooyoung burst inside the bathroom, leaning against the door. But as the boy raised his head, his jaw dropped and he stood frozen, in front of the person he least expected to see in that moment.
"Mingi?!"