implausible - woosan

chapter three

san wooyoung

15.06.17

his first week of regular high school has so far not been going dissimilar to what wooyoung initially expected.

choi san proves to be more and more of an adverse mystery of paradoxical confusion the more wooyoung gets to know him: one minute he's a shameless flirt cracking borderline obscene jokes, and the next he reverts to the cold, distant, detestable excuse for human decency wooyoung is growing further acquainted to.

the boy is some kind of tragic mystery, the kind visionary girls dream to solve and unlock only to have their hearts broken, the kind that undoubtably would make them weak at the knees, cloudy in the mind and ecstatic in the heart. the kind they all hope would change for them. and the kind that probably never will.

san's an edgy bad boy literature reference, and everything about the boy who is regrettably assigned to the poor blind kid irks him. whoever he's proving himself to be, wooyoung's nerd ass knows his type, just as he'd told san himself. he's read YA teen fiction. so far, san's not very original.

this fateful thursday, the day before yeosang's birthday, san's in an uncommunicative mood, to which wooyoung is perfectly inclined to satisfy and not at all obligated to object to.

by now he can about navigate his way to key parts of the school, so is unbothered when san gets up and leaves as soon as the bell sounds to signify lunch, mumbling a few words along the lines of "something to do, somewhere to be" as his explanation and goodbye.

wooyoung is raising himself from his seat, collecting his things when he hears a judgemental comment from a voice he doesn't recognize sound somewhere in the classroom.

"isn't san supposed to be helping the blind kid? asshole practically just abandoned him." the words are fairly hushed, so wooyoung deducts the speakers aren't intending for him to hear them.

"should we go help him?" comes another hesitant voice in reply, and wooyoung slows his movements, delaying his exit so he can humor himself with their conversation.

"no!" comes a third voice hastily, tone hushed. "maybe he feels embarrassed."

"to be blind?" argues the first voice. "it's not his fault he has to rely on others!"

"what if he's just embarrassed to ask us for help?" ventures the second voice, and wooyoung decides to tap his way over to the general direction he thinks the voices are coming from.

"he's walking over here!" the third speaker shushes them, sounding almost surprised. it's quite amusing.

"just to let you know, i'm blind," wooyoung begins informatively with half a smile as he imagines their comical reactions. "not deaf."

with that, he walks out of the classroom, leaving them before they can apologise or converse with him. he knows they probably have good intentions, so perhaps he could have handled the situation differently, but he hates people talking about him as if he's some sort of incapable destitute. he walks out alone to prove he doesn't need their help.

when he reaches the cafeteria, he waits awkwardly at the entrance for yeosang to see him and find him like he'd said he'd do in the case of san being an inadequate guide. (which he has been, constantly). wooyoung knows his friend is nervous for tomorrow's revelation- in fact, nervous doesn't even nearly cut it. the anticipation of one's soulmate discovery can not be put into words.

he must be drifting into his thoughts again, because he doesn't even hear yeosang until he's right beside him, almost jumping when he feels the hand on his shoulder.