implausible - woosan

chapter two

wooyoung san

10.06.17

san isn't looking for a fight to begin with.

it's not how he would have liked to start his week, but the discouraging malaise of an overcast monday morning helps his mood in no way whatsoever, not to mention he isn't exactly looking forward to moronic fools swooning over the nearing of their soulmate discoveries. he never is.

it just takes a comment a little too sultry from a stranger a little too eager towards a girl a little too young to trigger him. the dude has a punchable face- he's practically asking for it. it disgusts him to witness his generation using the universe and 'destinies' as an excuse for inappropriate endeavors. san hates it. he hates the world.

"i hope the other guy looks worse." comments his girlfriend, chengxiao, as she dabs the cut under his eye carefully.

perhaps 'girlfriend' is the wrong term to use for her- but they are each others distraction for the time being. san finds his tolerance for the girl lasts about until she opens her mouth longer than five minutes. but, she's hot, so there's that. he sounds like a dickhead, he knows. it's easier that way.

he winces a little as the medicine stings his wound, tilting his head upwards slightly.

"you know," he replies neutrally, "most girls tell their boyfriends not to get into fights, not encourage them."

chengxiao stops cleaning for a moment and bites her lip, gazing at him offhandedly. "girlfriend?" is all she says at first, to which he answers with a shrug, regretting his choice of words immediately. "we both know you're not about to listen to anyone telling you what to do, san."

"you're not wrong." he agrees, catching her hand and bringing it away from himself. "leave it," he adds, having sat there long enough already. "i'll live." unfortunately. ha.

chengxiao sighs with an eye roll, disposing the bloodied cotton and screwing the lid back onto the disinfectant. "suit yourself."

she then slips onto his lap, legs on either side of him, clasping her hands together around his neck. oh, he thinks indifferently. we're doing this, then. chengxiao lowers her lips to his ear, and an expectant smirk creeps over his lips. he can at least act like he wants it. it's what she expects.

"you're sexy with bruises." she breathes with a kiss, but the words tense his muscles and turn his stomach. it brings up bad memories. san grips her waist tighter in agitation, which she takes as a green light and moves her mouth over his.

he kisses her uninterestedly for a couple of minutes, opening his eyes to watch the clock ticking over her shoulder. chengxiao tugs at his hair, massaging his shoulders and shuffling further into him, but all he can concentrate on is counting the seconds until it's over. it's kind of sad, because san likes hair pulling. her nails are just kind of scratching his scalp, and he's half worried one might come off in his hair.

ugly memories stir in him he doesn't want to think about, and they aren't exactly a turn on. he trudges home naively, soft to the world and yet to be hardened by its bite. he's in love. they're in love. it's what he tells himself.

her mouth is wet on his, her hands guiding him and practically begging for a reaction. he's not trying anymore. chengxiao's eyes are faithfully closed, but his remain lazily open and he hardly kisses back. the memories keep coming.