Screw you [WOOSAN FF]

Chapter 16

All lights were closed, except for Christmas lights hung around the living room and on the ceiling, which served as party lighting. San took off his hoodie and hung it on a hook next to the door, before stepping in the living room. The house was crowded and a few people were dancing, either in a flirting manner, or simply bouncing to the rhythm with some friends. The rest were standing or sitting, talking and drinking beer. From the living room, San caught a glimpse of a couple hidden in the kitchen, exchanging a heated kiss. The room smelled like sweat and alcohol, immediately giving the boy an idea of what kind of party this was going to be. Definitely not like the d&d club get together from middle school.

"BOO!" A voice yelled behind him. San turned around to face Wooyoung.

"With all that noise you'll have trouble startling me, Woo!"

The younger brushed off the comment with a motion of his hand. "Heh, whatever. Want to get a drink?"

Not gonna lie he looks hot, thought Wooyoung as they neared the table where all the alcohol and the food were placed. "So what do you want?" A square container took up the end of the table, filled with ice to keep the drinks cold.

San thought for a second, before replying: "What about a beer?"

Wooyoung expert handedly reached through the bottles and picked one from the ice. "Try this one, it's very light and tasty. You won't get drunk with that."

San took the bottle from the other's hand, vexed. "Who says I don't want to get drunk?" He tried to screw the cap off, grimacing and pulling with all the strength he could muster. He gave up after a minute. And Wooyoung chose that moment to finally take the bottle opener, which had laid next to the alcohol container the whole time, and give it to the older.

"Thanks," San mouthed, opening the bottle as his dongsaeng held back a laugh.

Wooyoung seemed to know most of the guest, which made the blond feel a bit out of place. Apart from Hongjoong and Yeosang who were dancing wildly in the living room, he didn't recognize a lot of people. He had noticed Yunho sitting on the sofa a few meters away, but judiciously decided to act like he didn't see him. San wasn't ready to talk to the taller after the moment they had shared a few days ago.

"So what are you doing, small dude?" Inquired Seonghwa, absently bopping his head to song and taking a swig of his drink.

"Right now? Trying to regain some kind of dignity in the eyes of San." Wooyoung was leaning against a doorframe, facing his best friend. Said friend scoffed and shook his head.

"I can't believe you gave him a handshake! What got into you?"

"It was pure gut feeling," ironically mumbled Wooyoung.

"I mean what are you," added the taller, snickering. "A fifty years old trying to kiss up to his boss?"

The purple haired male had a sarcastic laugh, abruptly lifting the end of Seonghwa's bottle. The older jumped as the beer spilled on his chin and he half choked.

"Wow, good luck winning San's heart with THAT attitude!"

Hours passed and San was beginning to lay back and enjoy himself, talking with Hongjoong and laughing, taking sips of his beer, - which didn't taste as bad as he expected.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this," he giggled, finishing the drink. Him and Hongjoong had been dancing for the last half hour, and his heart was now racing. He sat on the sofa behind him, heavily breathing but smiling wide.

"Hey!"

Fuck.

"Oh my god hey Yunho! What's popping?"

"I'm living the life bro! Loving the ambiance and everything," shouted the tall boy, his gaze uncertain. He was utterly and completely drunk.

"Nice, nice" responded San, uncomfortable.

"You know," suddenly spoke Yunho, cuddling up to the smaller, placing his head on his shoulder. "I'm WAY happier without that stupid Mingi."

San carefully nodded, cautious as to what was coming. I shouldn't be hearing this.

"He was just... You know..." The taller searched for his words, before speaking again. "He wasn't right for me, you know? We just didn't click." Yunho took a breath, taking San's hand in his. No one seemed to notice them, but the blond was praying, begging for Wooyoung not to see this. He didn't exactly know why, he just didn't want him to.

"Yeah, I get it," breathed San, reaching the paroxysm of uneasiness.

"Sannie... I like you a lot, you know that?"
Yunho tilted his head towards his, their lips way too close for comfort. San's heart was beating a mile an minute, but strangely, he didn't feel excited at the perspective of kissing his best friend. Yunho got closer, their lips almost touching.

"No w-wait," stammered San, gently pushing the taller off him and getting up. "You're drunk. You'll regret this."
His hands trembled in emotion, as Yunho's face switched to a confusion that shattered the smaller's heart to pieces. San chased his tears, turning away to leave. However, Yunho's brittle voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I love you!"

San's jaw clenched. Please don't. He felt his friend's burning gaze on him, and it took the boy everything he had not to run back to Yunho.

"Hey, have you seen San?" Questioned Wooyoung, tapping on Jongho's shoulder. The boy shrugged.

"Maybe ask Hongjoong? He was with him earlier."

Wooyoung was getting restless after having searched the entire house without hearing any sign from the blond.

"No idea," apologetically replied Hongjoong, when the male went to him.

After ten more minutes of rummaging Mingi's house, Wooyoung decided to borrow the fix line phone and call his hyung. The line rang for almost a minute before San finally picked up, making him release a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Hello?"

"Oh my god it's midnight where the hell are you?!"

"Wooyoung?!" San was outside, it was obvious with the wind blowing in the speaker.

"Yes it's me! Where are you? Did you go home?"

"Heh... I'm lost."

A few people turned their heads at the screaming and yelling that came from the kitchen a second after.

"I'M COMING TO PICK YOU UP," concluded Wooyoung, practically slamming the phone on its rest. He hurriedly put on his jacket, earning himself a worried glare from Seonghwa, before bolting out the door.

San walked, uncertain, through the empty streets. The only noise came from his breathing, which turned to clouds in the cold air. He tugged his hoodie closer to his body, hoping to keep warm. Wooyoung was coming to get him, then he could go home and watch a nice Netflix show, all curled up in his bed. San was smiling at the thought, when he heard footsteps coming from behind him. God no, he internally begged, closing his eyes shut. He knew that Wooyoung's neighborhood wasn't the safest in Seoul, but he had sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to deal with thugs or gangs.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the blond guessed there were about three people following him. He admitted to himself it would be useless to try and run, so he turned around, ignoring the silent warning that rang in his head. But the person he faced when he turned on his heels was probably the one he least expected to see at that instant.

"Jihoo?!"