implausible - woosan

chapter thirty one

oh, god damn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

san wooyoung

25.08.17

tired from the boat trip to the island, none of the boys are too keen to do much on the first day. yeosang and seonghwa have disappeared into their room, and san to his, leaving the last room for wooyoung and hongjoong.

the blonde's cane guides him to the doorway, where he hovers uncertainly. he can hear hongjoong moving around inside, but suddenly feels awkward to be alone with him.

removing the dark sunglasses from his face, wooyoung folds the shades and attaches them to his t-shirt instead. perhaps his boyfriend would relax if he doesn't wear them. running a hand through his
wind-riddled hair, the younger taps his way into the room, waiting for hongjoong to say something first.

"hey," he says quietly when the older still doesn't speak, announcing his arrival feebly. he hopes hongjoong isn't angry.

"i put your bag on the bed." hongjoong tells him shortly, tone clipped.

wooyoung gives a small nod, setting his cane against the wall after feeling the plaster with his fingertips. "the others went to their rooms. i guess we can all relax for a short while before taking a walk around the island."

"okay." the older replies, and wooyoung hears him sit down on what he assumes is the bed. "sounds good."

pursing his lips, he silently prays for this awkward tension to break. he wants to apologize, but isn't entirely sure what he's done wrong, if anything. he blames san's cocky self, not surprised the raven haired is already getting on his boyfriend's nerves.

"a-are you mad at me?" wooyoung stutters after a moment, playing with his hands as he makes his way over to the bed.

to his surprise, hongjoong laughs. "why would i be mad at you? of course not."

the blind boy recoils into his darkness, wanting to disappear. now he just feels terribly stupid. his left hand grips the bedsheet a little, giving away his discomfort.

"it's just-" wooyoung tries, wanting to talk things out, but hongjoong kisses him instead.

the action is not a first, but still fairly new in their relationship. due to his surprise, he doesn't even kiss back for at least five seconds, worsening the atmosphere. even when he does, he isn't really into it at that moment. he wants to talk, not make out, but the older keeps kissing him, so he complies. maybe that'll make him happy.

hongjoong's hands go to his shoulders as he leads the kiss, but the younger remains stiff on the bed, mechanically moving nothing but his lips.

before anything else can happen (to his relief), there's a knock on the doorframe as someone clears their throat. wooyoung pulls away, angling his head to the newcomer in the doorway.

"sorry to interrupt," yeosang speaks drily, not sounding very apologetic. "but i was hoping for a briefing on our itinerary."

his boyfriend scoffs, not removing his hands from his shoulders. wooyoung lowers his head, embarrassed to be found like this.

"couldn't you have asked san or seonghwa?" hongjoong inquires, annoyance creeping its way back into his tone.

"they're busy." yeosang explains simply, and wooyoung listens carefully as his friend shuffles his feet to rearrange his stance. "and wooyoung's parents are the ones who organized this trip, so i figured he might know more than they would."