The age of twenty-one, time to finally live like no other. One boy with a body made of impulses meets a boy that's in dire need of help.
"They call me a mess, and to that, I say fuck em"
(tw) gore, depression, panic attacks, and gay stuff
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Choi San.
My eyes were burning and my head was pounding. The sound of knocking being heard in the distance. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light that was coming in through the window.
I noticed that I was laying on something rather hard, it didn't necessarily feel comfortable but it was comforting in a sense. I looked around for the source of the knocking sound, realizing it was coming from the tv. We must have gotten onto the weird side of YouTube after the movie.
I looked up at the younger boy who was currently under me. His sleeping face and the contrasting purple marks reminding me of the night before.
Good going, San. You said you weren't gonna do anything to him and now look at you.
I rolled my eyes at the thought, seemingly having an argument with myself.
It's not like I went all the way anyway.
I smiled softly at the other boy, as his face was calm and relaxed with a wave of sleep. His head was lolled to the side, exposing his neck and a few other things. His soft cheek was pressed into his shoulder, drooling slightly.
I chuckled to myself at that. Jung Wooyoung, lying under me, drooling. Not exactly the way I imagined it, not that I was in the first place.
I looked over at the tv, glancing at the digital clock underneath. It was around an hour or so before we had to be at school. After a little mental debate, I decided to wake the younger.
I lightly shook his shoulder, attempting to waking him without a fright. Slowly, he began to stir, eyebrows scrunching and hands moving to rub his face.
I sat up, once again in a familiar position, straddling the younger. As he started to regain consciousness, he became a little flustered at the image.
"Hey there, love. We've got school in an hour."
Eyes still scrunched, the younger began to look around the room. His eyes landed on his phone and he picked it up, groaning and falling back comfortably onto the couch once he read the time.
I slowly got off the younger, standing up over him.
"You're gonna wanna get up, unless you really wanna do something with that sweater on."
At that, the younger's eyes shot open, looking down at his attire. I chuckled and crossed my arms, watching as the younger boy scrambled to run into his room.
This is gonna be fun.
.
Jung Wooyoung.
I ran into the bedroom, quickly locking the door behind me. I turned around, facing the mirror behind the door. Checking the collateral damage.
There were purple bruises all up my neck, across my collarbone, and I was sure that if I lifted my sweater, I would find even more.
