san wooyoung
06.08.17
due to the hasty calamity of the situation, wooyoung's definitely a little shaken up, clasping his cane in nervous hands as he goes to meet his parents at the door. his hair is still wet, and he scrubs at it one last time with the towel before chucking it aside.
san's footsteps sound slowly behind him, staying in the shadows so not to interfere with the reunion. wooyoung is intensely aware of his presence, skin still tingling everywhere san has touched him. it's definitely going to be hard to maintain his composure if the older gets near him.
the sound of the door unlocking tears his mind from the recent memories, his heart rate increasing rapidly with the uncertainty of what may happen next. a million thoughts race through his mind about what he is going to say to them, what they are going to say, about everything he wants to say to them and how little he will end up voicing. anxiety is practically radiating off of him, wooyoung habitually swapping his cane from hand to hand in attempt to calm his nerves.
"wooyoung?!" the surprised voice belongs to his mother, her touched exclamation warming him a bit.
"mom!" he smiles broadly, bright eyes darting unseeingly over where he thinks her face is. mrs. jung is not a particularly affectionate woman, but wooyoung can't help but throw himself into her unsuspecting arms.
she lets out a sound of surprise followed by a short laugh, rubbing his back in one circle before releasing him and clearing her throat.
"what're you doing here?" he questions, still smiling. "you're early!"
"it was supposed to be a surprise-" his father's voice enters the conversation, tone changing when he notices san. "who's this?"
"this is san." he introduces awkwardly with an off laugh, shuffling his feet. "he's my-" but wooyoung stops. what is san to him? what is he supposed to say to his parents, when he himself doesn't know the answer?
"his classmate." san finishes for him, and wooyoung would be able tell anyone who asks the exact moment his heart hits the floor. "i'm wooyoung's classmate: choi san. i was, uh- assigned to help him for the year by the school. we were studying."
wooyoung knows he's not about to be introduced to them as a 'casual lover' or something of that category, but wouldn't friend have at least sufficed? could you call someone you'd taken the virginity and the heart of nothing but a classmate?
"oh! lovely to finally meet you." his mother exclaims happily, and wooyoung feels her move past him already to greet the older. "headmaster jeon did inform us of the arrangement. i hope our son is not a burden to you, mr. choi."
burden. his smile falls. nice to hear his parent's view of him has not altered. some things stay the same. everything makes sense again- the reason they are so focused on curing their poor son is to rid the world of a 'burdened' version of him.
"nothing of the sort, mrs. jung." san replies, and the edge in his voice is sharp.
wooyoung provides a forced smile, tapping the floor with his cane softly. "we were studying, but he was just leaving."
"what's the rush? he can stay for tea-" his mother begins to suggest, but mr. jung interrupts considerately.
his hand squeezes wooyoung's shoulder gently, coming to the rescue. "we need to talk with our son, honey. alone"

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implausible - woosan
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