Unrequited (Woosan)

Eight

It was getting late when they all entered San's apartment. He'd still not really spoken since his mind betrayed him earlier, and walked behind everyone else. No one disturbed him the whole walk, and he stayed focussed on either the concrete below his feet or the starry sky above his head. He directed everyone places where they could get changed and sat on the couch, zoning out. He wished things were different, that he was a human and had even the slightest chance with Wooyoung.

"Hey San the bathroom's free." Seonghwa spoke gently, holding a makeup wipe and sitting before San. "Let me help with this."

"I can do it." Wooyoung volunteered. "Yeosang said he needed help with his corset and I figured we could swap jobs." Seonghwa glanced to San questioningly, who nodded and shooed him away.

"Go, I'll be fine Hwa."

"You feeling ok?" Wooyoung asked as he wiped San's cheek, makeup smearing onto the material.

"Yeah..." San stared at his hands instead of Wooyoung's face. They were rather close, and Wooyoung just kept leaning in. "Just feeling sorta off today."

"And I guess me talking to you wasn't helpful." Wooyoung said. San was shocked by the statement, and finally met Wooyoung's gaze. There was barely any space between them, and San felt his breath catch in his throat. "I kept making you nervous and uncomfortable."

"I'll admit you make me nervous, but never uncomfortable." San forced his gaze to remain on Wooyoung's eyes, yet he couldn't help but keep glancing at his lips. They looked soft, and San would like nothing more than to kiss them.

"Why would you be nervous?" Wooyoung had stopped wiping the makeup away, and his nose lightly brushed San's.

"Because you're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen." San couldn't help but remember that damn string, but he didn't want this to stop either. He was definitely getting relocated if he continued. Yet Wooyoung was now staring at his lips too, and he felt his hand resting against Wooyoung's cheek.

But he couldn't do it, not to himself or to Wooyoung.

So he pressed a light kiss to Wooyoung's forehead, leaning back and ending the moment. He then grabbed the makeup wipe, and his pyjamas, and rushed away.

What had he done!?

He'd ruined everything!

San took deep breaths, slipping his pyjamas on and rubbing the remaining makeup from his face. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, feeling guilty for letting his emotions get the better of him.

"What do you guys wanna watch?" He asked with a smile as he entered the room. He had his glasses on, and could see everyone's string. He then frowned, taking them off and putting them back on before wiping them carefully. Nope, they were clear and working just fine.

So why was Wooyoung's string now pink rather than red?

The string was going out a window, so it was clearly connected to Changbin, but it'd completely dimmed in redness from the red-pink of earlier that day.

"What up?" Yeosang patted the spot beside him on the couch. San sat and handed over the glasses, making Yeosang see what was so confusing. But Yeosang just smirked and handed them back to San.

"I can't figure out why the colour changed." San sighed, being quiet enough that no one could hear him. As he put the glasses back on he noticed the changes in other threads too. Mingi's was now growing light pink, with Yunho's a magenta colour. Yeosang and Seonghwa's was pure, inky darkness, so he couldn't tell either way. It was probably a demon thing.

"I- are you serious?" Yeosang raised his eyebrows. But San really couldn't figure it out. "Well I think you're gonna figure it out soon."

"Hey San where's the remote?" Yunho yelled, accidentally smacking Mingi as he turned to see San.