"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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"We- we can't" San whispers out.
Silence follows. All that can be heard in the cold of the night was both their harsh breaths from their intense lip lock a few moments ago.
Wooyoung just watches him, not entirely sure what to even say. He knew San was intentionally avoiding his eyes and he didn't know how to feel about it.
He bit his lips nervously then turned away out of embarrassment. He felt stupid. He felt foolish for thinking that San actually felt the same way for a second there. At this point he was just over it.
"We should head back to the castle. It's getting late" Was all he mutters out then he begins walking off. That's when San finally shifts his eyes up to Wooyoung only to meet the vampire's back. He watches in silence as the dark haired male walked farther and farther away from him.
His voice was caught in his throat and he almost forgot how to speak. He's upset... and with good reason. He felt like kicking himself. God, I'm such an idiot! Why did I even let him kiss me? And why did I kiss him back...? I've messed everything up.
Of course he keeps all his inner thoughts as just that, not having the courage to speak.
The walk back was long and quiet and awkward... very awkward. As San trailed behind Wooyoung he swore his heart was palpitating so fast and blaringly loud that he was sure even the vampire could hear it.
The night air was cool and refreshing but San still felt himself break a sweat. It felt as though a whole day had gone by before they finally got back to Wooyoung's room. The owner of said room immediately disappeared into his closet and San releases a long shaky breathe. One he was sure he'd been holding since they were on the mountain.
He uses these few seconds by himself to collect his thoughts. There was no doubt about it, the vampire is mad at him. Wooyoung hadn't uttered a single word to him on their entire walk back. Neither had he spared him a glance.
Honestly, he wasn't sure if them staying in the same room was very wise. After quickly thinking about it he finally decides that he would ask Wooyoung, once he came out, if he could sleep in a different room.
San's attention shifts to the painting of himself on the wall, the one Wooyoung had created earlier that day and he felt a small pang in his chest, almost like someone had delivered a jab at him with a bō.
He forces his gaze away, as guilt began eating at him. Maybe I shouldn't do this... lead him on only to try and get information out of him. Sehyoon was wrong, I'm not cut out for this...
In the closet, Wooyoung was been seated on the floor, his back leaning on the closed door and his knees brought up to his chest. His eyes just watched the ceiling, his mind blank and the corners of his lips dipped into a small frown.
