TW: mild panic attack at the end, references to SA
you weren't mine to loose
san wooyoung
08.08.17
after spending friday talking to his parents and saturday catching up with them, wooyoung decides he has to go to san.
he makes the excuse of needing to fit in some last minute studying with the boy, requesting a lift to his flat, because wooyoung can't exactly get there alone. his father had obliged easily, not thinking much of it. wooyoung knows his parents can deny him next to nothing, and it doesn't hurt to use that to his advantage.
he's tired, having been reminiscing with them all day about the time in which he could see. they love to talk about it, the past, much more than he does.
he's dying to tell someone all he's found out, and san's the only person on his mind. the word 'classmate' still pains him to think back to, but wooyoung has managed to move past that. san had been put on the spot, voicing the first introduction that had come to mind. he can't hold that against him.
that's what wooyoung keeps assuring himself of as he bids goodbye to his father, using his cane to navigate out of the vehicle and onto the firm pavement. thankfully mr. jung has dropped him off directly in front of the building so there is no trouble and wooyoung does not have to walk far.
tapping in front of himself to guide his tense commute into the flat, the jittery blonde wonders what san will think of him showing up unannounced like this. he hadn't thought to call. thankfully, he won't have to find out immediately, because upon entering the lobby he's met by nothing but silence.
however, it's not long before wooyoung misses the silence, begging for it to return so he might be free of the forever barer-of-bad-news.
"um- dollar store jungwoo?" kibum's unmistakeable voice enters the already sheepish boy's hearing range. "what're you doing here?"
"i'm here for san." wooyoung drawls, like it's obvious. "and i have a name."
"well i'm sorry-" the older retaliates sarcastically, his sassy mannerisms easy to picture. "san's busy right now. you should go, wooyoung."
although wooyoung's grateful that kibum has bothered to remember and use his name, that doesn't stop him from disliking the man, however much he seems to care for san.
"i'll wait." the blonde announces, tapping his way to the lobby's couch and seating himself on its rough cushions carefully.
"for what?" kibum questions exasperatedly, his footsteps sounding hard on the floor as he followed wooyoung. he sounds tired.
"for him to come down." he replies reasonably. "it's barely midday, he'll come down eventually."
"wooyoung-" the man starts, hesitating with a frustrated sigh. "look. you're a good kid, alright? and i hate to be the one to tell you, but san is not alone right now. he had someone over last night, and while you're here, waiting in his lobby like some perfect, patient boyfriend, he's up there with some other boy toy in his arms. so please, do yourself a favour and leave before you fall in too deep with him and get your goddamn heart broken."

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implausible - woosan
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