implausible - woosan

chapter nine

wooyoung san

01.07.17

july. the first day of the month he's been dreading happened to be a saturday, which means he has the opportunity to spend it in contemplative solitude. san had intended not to go anywhere, remaining in decided denial that his eighteenth birthday's a mere nine days away, but he's kind of in dilemma. 

going out of his way to spend the day differently to how he did every other day just implies he gives two craps about the whole soulmate ordeal. he does not. the nearing of his birthday was not to impact him in any way, because it makes no difference: that coming day is not special to him.

he's getting restless, and there's a burning urge itching in him to just do something. anything to replace the dark pit in his mind that continues to expand expand expand when he lets himself think for too long. he needs to fill the void, whether it be with alcohol or sex.

perhaps not the latter; it's been a total of four days since he'd last seen jung wooyoung, the object of his current desire not having shown up to school since the incident.

san half debates calling chengxiao, but discards the idea quickly. he had made his positioning with the girl very clear and doubted she would be willing to take him back, even if it's just for a one night stand.

but the thought of her reminded him he does know someone very accustomed to the art of using sex to solve all your problems. a certain platinum blonde fuckboy by the name of park seonghwa happened to be on san's radar, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't in the market for an accomplice to accompany him on his hellish endeavours.

of course, his intention is not to sleep with wooyoung's best friend's soulmate as that would undoubtedly ruin all possibilities of a chance with the blind boy in question. but the male could very well end up being his one way ticket into jung wooyoung's bed. which is always a plus.

san figures that motivation probably makes him sound like some vulgar and salacious creep, but the last thing he wants is mistaking his sense of protection and responsibility for romantic feelings. he can find the boy breath-taking and desirable without desiring his heart. after all, there's no shame in being a little horny. (for a certain blind boy.)

now that he's made up his mind, the next bridge to cross is actually befriending kang yeosang's soulmate. the first step is finding his instagram, which doesn't take san long, and soon he's found the boy is actually somewhere a little too familiar for his liking. seonghwa has posted an extremely obnoxiously attractive selfie on his story less than an hour ago, with the caption "wish me luck". he's in front of the hospital wooyoung's aunt is at. 

san assumes he's looking for yeosang to try and apologize or something, which would work quite well for san except for the fact he's trying to avoid wooyoung at the moment. despite his efforts to avoid the blonde boy until he can get a firm hold on his stupid feelings and his stupid fluctuating heartbeat, it looks like he's going to be seeing him anyway. 

with a defeated sigh, he's already on his way to his car to make the short commute. perhaps the nervous bounce in his step is a little too enthusiast, he thinks, simultaneously half wondering how he's going to explain his appearance. san believed himself to be many things, a stalker not holding a place on that list- he prefers the term "resourceful". unsettling facts set aside, he'll have to come up with an excuse.