wooyoung san
17.08.17
every waking moment for the last two days is spent reliving how it feels to touch wooyoung's skin. to kiss him.
how it feels for his hands to return home again; to know the gentle inches of the blonde's flawless figure. san knows the soft muscles of his back better than anyone, the occasional freckles wooyoung is unaware of and the curves san loves.
it hurts him to know someone else is discovering those freckles and curves and dips and perfection. the painful reality punctures his soul, the realization a dire blow to the heart. but san can't complain; it is his fault.
but something about hongjoong feels off to san. he can't explain what it is- call it instinct or an alarm in his gut - but it's there. of course, he has considered the possibility that he's just subconsciously fabricating the notion in the back of his mind to advocate a reason for wooyoung not to be with him.
and while that possibility seems much more likely to seonghwa, who refuses to help san until there's concrete evidence hongjoong is untrustworthy, san is convinced it isn't just that.
either he'll find something or he won't. either way, san figures at least attempting to uncover something is going to comfort his suspicions. perhaps he would finally rest easy if he knows wooyoung is in the hands of someone credible and good for him.
he doubts it. it would probably only make him feel worse to confirm the fact he is far from good enough for wooyoung, let alone worthy of his love, but someone else is.
san bites his lip anxiously, not looking forward to entering the hospital again. it's the first place he had decided to look to find out more information on hongjoong, since the older male has claimed to volunteer there regularly.
entering the imminent building is never easy, its walls enclosing him from every angle as he goes inside. trying to ignore the claustrophobia that hits him like a truck almost immediately, san flexes his hands as he makes his way to the front desk.
"good morning," he greets the lady seated there, brandishing a convincing smile. "i was wondering if you could tell me about your volunteer program- i'm very passionate about medicine."
the woman regards him carefully, clearly unconvinced about his 'passion for medicine'. "i hate to disappoint you, sir, but our volunteer program consists more of caring for the sick and elderly. you'd have to have more of a passion for patience and compassion."
san leans forlornly on the desk, saying with a shrug: "ah, what a shame." he then gestures with a finger, as if recalling something. "that sounds just like my friend! no wonder i was told he works here."
lifting her eyebrows, the woman waits for him to elaborate. "maybe you can confirm for me? his name is kim hongjoong."
she pauses, and he flashes her another charismatically easygoing smile. "i'll check the logbook. volunteers sign themselves in and out of there." she says after a moment.
san thanks her, waiting patiently as she pulls out a thick file, flicking through the recent pages, and then further back.
he taps his foot on the blue carpet of the reception room, eyes darting around its splendor uneasily. he hates the chemical smell that adorns every inch of the place, eager to leave quickly.

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implausible - woosan
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