implausible - woosan

chapter eighteen

aren't we too young for this?

wooyoung san

04.08.17

three weeks since his eighteenth birthday. just under that amount of time since he's last kissed jung wooyoung. properly, at least.

that's the catch, in getting a tongue piercing. the healing. san thinks there's a metaphor in there somewhere: having to heal before you can have something beautiful.

the healing meaning he's restricted to a liquid diet, and kissing is out of bounds, unless he wants a painful infection. which he does not, hence his compliance. wooyoung certainly hasn't been happy with it, complaining every chance he gets and arguing an infection can't be that bad and san should just deal with it.

the latter consequence seems infinitely more significant, as san is desperate to give him what he wants. but he can't, if he wants the piercing to heal smoothly. at first it had been uncomfortably inflamed, sitting oddly in his mouth, but then the inhibitor just became an irritation.

luckily for him, it has healed fine by now. wooyoung has been asking him every other day how it feels, and if it's okay to eat solids (and kiss) yet. san thinks he'll surprise him.

the boy has been keeping him preoccupied enough to take his mind off his birthday, for one. what it means, specifically.

glancing down at his left forearm, san regards the covered area of skin apprehensively, dubious curiosity surfacing. he wonders who's name is there for half a second before averting his eyes in frustration and annoyance at himself. better to remain ignorant of whatever truth his arm beholds.

revisiting the other thing on his mind, he can hardly suppress an appeased smile. being with wooyoung lately gives him such a forceful dose of alleviated felicity it's hard to concentrate on anything else. kissing him feels different to every other kiss he's partaken in, and there's been more than enough to make that judgement. 

although they haven't gone all the way, the simplest touch he shares with the blonde leaves him in shambles: a barely recognizable drunken fool, especially since they haven't been able to kiss much lately. something about him makes it painfully difficult to maintain control over his desires, and san loves that, but hates it at the moment, given the restraint he has to have. all because of a fucking piercing.

a part of him questions why he hasn't just gone straight to the sex like he has with most of his conquests, but wooyoung isn't just another conquest. he's not sure about how he'll feel about taking his virginity, either, and wants that to be entirely on wooyoung's terms. if it ever happens, which will also be entirely up to wooyoung.

thinking about this particular topic is difficult for him. he has to sit down, and breathe properly again. in, out. of course, seonghwa notices.

the two are in san's room, smoking a little weed together. the raven haired had been pacing wordlessly for the past couple of minutes, letting seonghwa have most of the spliff.

"done spiraling?" the bright blonde haired boy prompts, giving him a meaningful look through glazed eyes.

"something is wrong with me." san deadpans, clasping his hands together and knocking them against his forehead. he doesn't want to talk about the memories his spiraling is surfacing. weed always gets him too talkative, too open.