implausible - woosan

chapter fourteen

my house of stone your ivy grows
and now i'm covered in you

wooyoung san

10.07.17

fitting that his birthday should fall on a tuesday. it's just his luck, that it's a school day.

he doesn't want to go. he's not going to. but. if he's as determined as he likes to convince himself he is to maintain normality, san supposes he'd better go.

at least, the name won't come during the day. it'll be at midnight, when he's safe and alone in his own room, no one to hear him scream. it hurts, or so he's heard. funny, that such a defining moment of everlasting true love should be such a painful one.

less than twelve hours until that moment, it is only expected that san's mood will be similarly paradoxical, his emotions heightened and more than messy in his conflicted mind. but he sets out with the intention of preserving normality, and goes about his day as usual.

san goes to meet wooyoung at the blind boy's modified locker, where they do every morning so the older can take him to class. principle jeon is still as set on their deal as ever - san gets the extra credit, and wooyoung has someone to help him - insistent he isn't to leave the boy's side. san doesn't need convincing, but the man seems to have the impression that being blind isn't far from being incapable, which annoys them both.

hence wooyoung's remark upon san's arrival, where he's leaning against the locker in front of him. "you really don't have to do this every day. i can find my own way by now."

san scoffs, crossing his arms, waiting for the boy to sort out his things. he doesn't stare at him like usual, instead turning his head to the side and looking anywhere but. his mind is too busy.

the younger finishes, expertly closing and locking the locker, his fingers sliding off the blue metal. san exhales impatiently, not waiting for the other as he begins to walk ahead of him. wooyoung follows, the sound of his cane tailing the older hastily.

"what's with the silent treatment?" he questions, hovering closely to him after catching up.

san again answers with silence, not even knowing where to begin. it's like he's forgotten how to speak, his brain putting the bits that control his voice on sabbatical. hyperaware of wooyoung's proximity, san's heart has also forgotten how to beat at a normal pace.

"you're the exact opposite from hongjoong," wooyoung continues on, suddenly. "you barely talk and he talks enough for three people. it's cute, i guess, but i don't know how to keep up. suppose he gets it from working in care, always talking-"

san stops suddenly, a tight smile haunting his features. "it'd be really fucking cute if you stopped yapping for two seconds."

the blonde wavers, his blue eyes flickering surprisedly at san's reaction. "sorry." he clarifies, forcing his shoulders to relax., wincing at his unintentional harshness. "but it's giving me a headache. you're a nervous talker. why're you going on about this hongjoong guy?"

he blames his irritability on the hormone imbalance of pre-soulmate teens or whatever that magazine had said, regretting snapping. wooyoung still seems taken aback, lips pursing.

"he's... the guy who might be my soulmate." san stops, realization kicking in. he doesn't want to talk about this hongjoong person, even less so knowing who he is. it's not his business. "he volunteers at the hospital, and i'm visiting my aunt today. i guess i'm nervous i might run into him."