implausible - woosan

chapter twenty seven

last night all i think about is you //
don't wanna but i think about you

san wooyoung

14.08.17

wooyoung can't say that he's a fan of summer. the heat makes the dragging hours more unbearable than before, every simple task becoming tiresome.

he hates the way his clothes stick to him; wooyoung is constantly uncomfortable when even breathing feels taxing under the callous sun's inexorable rays.

thank god for yeosang's house. or more specifically: his pool. it's beginning to dawn on wooyoung that he probably spends more time at his best friend's house than his own, but who can really blame him?

today is particularly warm, so he'd been more than pleased to accept yeosang's invite, taking full advantage of his facilities. the two currently sit on the edge of the pool, their feet dangling in the cool water.

he can feel it lapping below his knees, refreshing his senses and regulating his body temperature. listening to it splash occasionally is relaxing, the gentle noise filling the warm silence.

sighing happily, the blind boy drinks up the sunshine, relishing in its engulfment. hypocrite, wooyoung chides himself silently. summer's not all bad.

"so?" yeosang suddenly says, shifting next to him. "how was it?"

"how was what?" he asks skeptically, finding his mind to be drifting elsewhere.

"your date, idiot. how was it?" the question causes a twinge of guilt to ripple through wooyoung's conscience. hongjoong's the last thing he's been thinking about.

"it was good, i guess." he says with a shrug, hand subconsciously going to his left forearm.

"you guess? wow, wooyoung. your enthusiasm is overwhelming." yeosang's remark reinstates his shame. "do you like him or not?"

"i do!" wooyoung frets too quickly in return, trying to shake the guilt. "i do like him. he's super sweet. and really nice, and understanding! not to mention he was really respectful." so nice and sweet that you kissed san in the bathroom.

shut up. he buries the voice, blushing uncomfortably. god, he can't tell yeosang that. he's too embarrassed that it even happened. that he still wants san.

"i'm glad." yeosang affirms, sounding a little sheepish. "because i already invited him here today."

that snaps wooyoung back to reality. "you did what? yeosang!" he complains, blue eyes widening. "how did you even get his number?"

"what can i say? i'm a resourceful guy." yeosang muses, to which he groans in response. "anyway, i wanted to meet my best friend's new boyfriend. and also..." he trails off.

wooyoung waits, preparing himself for whatever news the brunette will hit him with next. "i invited seonghwa. who's bringing san." oh no. "so i might've thought having hongjoong here would serve as a good distraction."

even something as simple as hearing his name stops wooyoung's heart for a second. causes his breath to catch in his throat. instills a turbulent mixture of excitement and apprehension.