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Small mature scene.

"San."

"San, wake up."

"San!"

San groaned as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes. "What?"

"You have school," Seonghwa hissed.

"Okay, mom." San waved him away.

"Your father's outside. Don't keep him waiting."

San rolled his eyes. "I know."

After getting ready, San hugged Seonghwa goodbye and left the house. As he adjusted his messenger bag's strap, he felt a sting in his feet. Then he saw flames on the ground.

"Woah, watch your step!" Hongjoong teased. With a closing fist, the flames disappeared.

"Hey, dad."

"Are you ready for school?"

"..."

"I'll take it as a no." Hongjoong began to drive. "It'll be fine, Sannie. No one will remember Seonghwa's actions. It wasn't his fault."

"I know. I try to tell him every day."

"I'm trying to get Seonghwa to leave the house every few days, but it just results in panic and anxiety. He doesn't want to hurt anyone else." Hongjoong thought for a moment. "You know that already. And you? Remember my number one rule which is-"

"Which is not to use my power to manipulate people," San finished.

"Good."

San dreaded junior year. Having to live among normal humans was hard. What's worse was the fact that his father had, putting this directly, terrorized several humans' lives by wrapping their dreams with darkness. According to town news, they reached the point where they couldn't sleep for the next few weeks after.

San smirked at the thought. His dad just... snapped. His family was interesting. They weren't necessarily humans. They also weren't monsters—San liked to think so.

"Bye, dad." San took his things and left the car.

In the year that he's attended that school, San had quite a few admirers. Well, not a few. People would turn to see him. There was just something about him that caught everyone's attention.

San entered his classroom and noticed several name tags on specific desks. He rose an eyebrow at one sitting next to him.

'Wooyoung'

"They must be new," San whispered to himself. Yet when he looked at the person sitting in the seat, he frowned.

"Jongho, I didn't know your name was 'Wooyoung.'"

Jongho waved him away. "I'm just trying to talk to my girlfriend, asshole."

San shrugged and slumped into his seat. A few minutes later, he heard a new voice speak up.

"I think you're sitting in my seat."

Round glasses, black hair, and a timid face. That's all San could see. But when he saw Jongho stand, he knew something was going wrong.

"Pick another seat."

"There aren't any others. I think your stuff is on the last one." Wooyoung nodded to a desk in the back.

"Jongho, please move to your seat," The teacher said. "I put you there for a reason."

"No."

Wooyoung shuffled uncomfortably as everyone watched the exchange. Jongho took the name tag and ripped it down the middle. Then he threw it in Wooyoung's face.

San clenched his hand. The exchange was annoying him. Why couldn't Jongho fucking move?

"Jongho, move," He muttered to the boy.

"Hell no, San. You want me to move so you can screw him, right? That's what you do with all the shy ones?" A few classmates snickered.

San glared at Jongho as debating thoughts ran through his head. Hongjoong was telling him no, but San knows he needs to.

With a quick little crease in his brows, Jongho's girlfriend stood up.

"Jongho, we're over," She said.

"What?"

The whole class watched as Jongho and his girlfriend had an insulting exchange, soon resulting in them storming out of the class.

San sat back in his seat with a sigh. Wooyoung sat beside him quietly. San wanted to hear a thank you, but then he remembered that no one knew about his powers. No one knew about it, or else they'd fear him—fear him like a monster.
~

Jung Wooyoung found San attractive. That's all he could admit. But when he heard from others that San's a fuckboy, his confidence immediately fell.

Sure, he'd talk to San from time to time, but he was afraid about what Jongho said. He didn't want anything that was just one night and moved on.

Now Wooyoung sat on the rooftop, eating the lunch his mother packed. It was a shame his old friends weren't here. They'd love the view.

"Hey." Wooyoung turned to see San approaching the bench he sat at. "Can I sit here with you?"

"Go ahead." Wooyoung shifted his things.

"Thanks." San brought out a packed lunch made by Seonghwa.

"Is that a note?" Wooyoung asked.

San looked down and grinned. "Yeah. My dad likes to write them. I know, it's weird for a junior, huh?"

Wooyoung chuckled. "Actually..."

The two broke into laughter as Wooyoung also had a note too. After that moment, San and Wooyoung would come to feel more comfortable with each other.

They asked each other various things. Where they lived before, why they moved. San even told Wooyoung about his parents and how they met. It felt like the thirty-minute conversation made up years of friendship for them.

"Ooh~" A voice mockingly sang. "Sannie's found a new toy~."

Wooyoung and San turned to see a group of male students slowly approaching them. Their faces were full of smugness.

"Back the hell off." San stood. He observed as the four circled him and Wooyoung.

"I mean, I guess I could see why," One of them muttered. He tried to set a finger along Wooyoung's chin but had it shoved away.

"Leave me alone," Wooyoung snapped. They all chuckled and stepped closer.

San pulled Wooyoung by the arm and stood in front of him. "Stay behind me."

Then it began. San started fighting one as two more... fought themselves?

Wooyoung rose an eyebrow. Why would those two fight each other? What was going on?

He heard a grunt of pain from San and gasped.

San felt his body numb at the several punches two boys threw at him. He wasn't physically exhausted, but mentally he was. The stress of controlling the other two wore him out.

The fight ended once the five-minute bell rang. San let go of the bruised boys and watched them run.

"San!" Wooyoung ran to San who had collapsed. He frantically looked around for anyone. As soon as the coast was clear, Wooyoung gathered their things and helped him stand.
~

San awoke to soft mumbles beside him.

"What happened?"

"Wooyoung brought you home," Hongjoong said.

"Oh."

"You should probably thank him." His father left the bedroom with a smirk. In came Wooyoung while tapping his fingers against his thigh. He shut the door.

"Hey."

San chuckled. "Hi."

"Thanks for defending me."

"It's nothing. They deserved it. Come." San gestured for Wooyoung to sit beside him. And the younger did, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I wanted to ask you something," San began.

"What?"

"You're cute, and for the few days I've known you, I know you make me happy. Will you be my boyfriend?"

Wooyoung's forehead creased. "I want to know something before I answer... Do you have powers?"

San hesitated then broke out into a burst of sad laughter.

"If I say yes, would you be afraid of me?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"You wouldn't think of me as a monster?" San placed his hand on Wooyoung's knee.

"Not at all."

San drew his fingers a little higher. "Then, yes, I do have powers."

"Powers or not, I would've dated you anyway." Wooyoung smiled. His heart beat over and over as San touched him. He couldn't take the treatment any further.

San felt surprised when Wooyoung grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. He grinned while keeping it going.

Eventually, Wooyoung had to moan once San touched the erection through his jeans.

"Get up on me, baby," San ordered, patting his lap.

Wooyoung released small whimpers as San grinded their bodies. The things San was doing to him made his stomach twist and turn.

Their heated session continued for a few minutes until Seonghwa knocked on the door with an excuse of 'bringing San water.'
~

The next Friday, San skipped to the kitchen where Seonghwa was cooking.

"Did you know Wooyoung and I are dating?"

"That's sweet," The father responded.

"Can we have Wooyoung over for dinner tomorrow? To meet his family?" San asked.

Seonghwa didn't answer. He only focused on cooking.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"I do. How is that a problem?" San frowned.

"Oh, Sannie," Seonghwa whispered under his breath.

"Because you're afraid?"

"..."

"Are you going to hurt someone?"

"San!" Seonghwa exclaimed. San's eyes widened as he saw Seonghwa, who'd accidentally cut himself with the sharp knife.

"San, you know it's hard for us to live in the middle of humans. It's especially hard for me. You've told Wooyoung already, but what would his parents think about us? That we're bad? That we're dangerous?"

San shook his head. "We're not dangerous, Seonghwa. I know that."

"I almost killed people, for fuck's sake!" Seonghwa argued, tears in his eyes. "All because of this power. It makes me become some type of thing—some type of monster."

"Seonghwa," San embraced him. "Mom, please. It wasn't your fault. It just happened. I know you won't do it again. I think I've found someone I'm comfortable with. He doesn't think of us as monsters. He would never."

The father hugged his son tight as well. They were so deep in their moment they didn't hear Hongjoong coming from work. But the second father could only smile at the sight.

"Okay," Seonghwa sniffed. "Okay, Sannie."
~

San helped serve food before sitting down and taking Wooyoung's hand into his. They exchanged soft smiles, which their parents watched endearingly. Then, they began their dinner.

"Thank you for the dinner, sir," Wooyoung nodded to Seonghwa. The parent smiled at him.

"Seonghwa is fine."

For a minute, there was silence—until Wooyoung felt his parents' expectant stare.

"Wooyoung..."

"Oh, right." Wooyoung gulped. "San, I have something to tell you and your parents about. I've been planning to tell you ever since that evening I brought you home."

San tilted his head. "What is it, babe?"

"I... I have powers too."

Hongjoong and Seonghwa's eyes widened. They looked to the parents for approval.

"We took him in as a baby. He only found out about them around two years ago."

San squeezed Wooyoung's hand. "What are they?"

Wooyoung chuckled. "Healing."

For some reason, San felt the need to smile with him. It just happened.

"Is that why..."

"That's exactly why every punch those guys threw didn't hurt you. I just had to touch you." Wooyoung laughed. San pressed his head against Wooyoung's.

"Thank you for that."

Wooyoung snuck a kiss on the cheek. "Even if I couldn't heal the headache you had?"

"Yeah-"

"A fight?! You told us he didn't feel well," Seonghwa interrupted.

"Oops." The couple laughed, foreheads pressing against each other.

Love held them together—so much love.