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ENCOUNTER (n.): ❝ an unexpected or casual meeting ❞
THERE WAS ALWAYS something so utterly enchanting about Wooyoung that drew San's attention all to him. The raven-haired boy seemed to never leave his thoughts no matter how many times San wished he would. It was a puzzling matter at first, the how's and why's Wooyoung even ended up in every little crevice of his mind: a mind that was no longer his own.
Perhaps it was the first encounter they ever had: at a party in which San realized he never should have gone and a party that would forever stay imprinted in his memories for it was a handful of hours that gave him a power; -a power so foreign and fulfilling like watching a flower blossom in the middle of winter, merely impossible yet beautiful all the same. He blames the catastrophe on his parents. If they hadn't pestered him past his limits about being mostly dependent rather than independent then he would've never consoled in Yunho.
He would've never allowed for his hurt pride to rely on someone who was so rebellious during that time because San was well San and he never had any sense of desire for rebelling until then. He would've seen Yunho's offer as a complete sin instead of an opportunity and that would've been the end but it wasn't and it would never be.
San recalls standing in the mirror the entire day obviously contemplating what to wear that would bring a sense of completion to the gaping wounds in his heart. He'd spend hours in front of the small panel, taking in his image followed by the sight of the sun submerging itself in the darkness, and by the time the moon had arisen, Yunho was parked in front of his dorm building.
He made his way into the car swiftly and in a few short minutes, they were already inching closer to the door that was containing a fantasy he had never reached before but his body was just itching to try it out. Yunho knocked on the door, once, twice, and then a final time before it opened. San remembers pausing even after Yunho had walked in and the second he took a deep breath he felt a push and next thing he knew he was already into the house that the entrance looked much smaller than before.
It was loud and chaotic, overly crowded, and reeked of nothing other than alcohol. Everyone was pressed up against each other. Yunho was long gone by the time San had figured out that he was standing in the middle of the kitchen and by then all he did was sigh. There was a wave of regret that washed over him and San wanted nothing more than to go home. However, before he fully convinced himself that coming here was a mistake a cup was pushed in front of him and when he looked up he made caught sight of a cheeky grin that would forever spin in his mind.
"Before you go drink at least something."
There was an evident look of shock on his face and it wasn't until Wooyoung had introduced himself (explaining that he understood the look of regret) that San took the cup offered. The burning bitter liquid seemed to ease his nerves and it was then that San finally began to allow himself to drift off into conversation with Wooyoung. They laughed and poured drunken secrets to each other and San truly enjoyed the younger's company.
It wasn't until Wooyoung had convinced San to dance with him that things seem to take a turn quickly. Wooyoung was a different person on the dance floor compared to when he was talking to San. He was made daisy petals and San never believed he could do anything more. It was their third song that Wooyoung had pulled San down the slightest, his breath fanning against his ear as he whispered the words, "There's this room..."
The next thing he knew, he was being dragged out of the small dance floor and towards a nearby room. His sense of logic had long disappeared especially when Wooyoung's voice lit a fire in him only willing to be distinguished by whatever Wooyoung was planning. And then he felt it. Wooyoung's lips pressed against his own, moving feverishly as though he knew exactly what he was trying to do. Which he did.
Everything had begun to move in a quick motion that San couldn't pinpoint when exactly his clothes were discarded yet he remembers everything else clearly. He remembers the nerve-racking euphoria he felt. He remembers the sounds of satisfaction that left Wooyoung's parted lips and the pretty string of blues and purples that he left Wooyoung's neck covered in.
It wasn't San's first much to Wooyoung's dismay. And that night was the moment they met and the moment Wooyoung would write himself into San's story with a simple: "Let's stay like this for just a second."
