fluff?

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Wooyoung

I think I like him. Those five words repeat over and over in my head that I fear they'll linger in my mind forever. I think about it when we all return back to the college grounds, I continue to think about it when San and I enter our dorms, and I keep thinking about it when I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I don't have the guts to ask San about it, even when that voice in my head sounded suspiciously like his. But I had to wonder, who is 'him', and why did I have to hear those words in my head?

I sigh, turning over on my bed. The Wish Ball my mother gifted to me for today glows a faint maroon in the dark, which only proceed to remind me of San's eyes.

I groan and clench my eyes shut, because I really, really want to sleep, and all this thinking won't get me anywhere.

But alas, my brain, it seems, has other plans.

San can read minds, so maybe he's been reading yours this whole time, a part of me whispers. I turn again, trying to block my mind's words out.

But then again, San doesn't look like a guy who'd pry into other people's privacy like that, another voice argues. The grip I have over my pillow only tightens. This is one of the downsides of being a witch. Almost everything you say or do stems from magic. And oftentimes, my own thoughts have a mind of their own. It scares the hell out of me at times.

And other times, like now, it prevents me from getting a decent amount of sleep.

"Shut up," I whisper . But those voices continue to argue and bicker.

So...if Wooyoung can read San's mind, and San was possibly reading Wooyoung's mind the entire time...then maybe their minds are connected in some way, the first voice continues, and I slam the pillow over my ears to drown them out. It doesn't work.

Like I said before, San probably never read Wooyoung's mind at all. It's intrusive, and San seems too nice for that, the second voice answers back.

But who's the guy San's talking about? Voice One wonders.

Maybe it's Wooyoung. Maybe that's why Wooyoung heard San's voice in his head, because he's the one, Voice Two says.

My cheeks burn at those words, but before I can linger much on it, I grab my wand that's lying on the bedside table, and utter a spell that whisks those voices out of my head.

Two tiny Wooyoungs fly and flutter about, sulks on both of their little faces due to what I had done. I glare back at them, watching as they finally settle on my window sill, probably about to continue their discussion about San and I like the chatterboxes they are.

But San -- a new, much smaller voice begins in my head, and I grit my teeth.

"Out," I declare.

Another small Wooyoung flies away.

I sigh. Now I can finally get some sleep.

But before I actually can, I hear footsteps and a door closing. At first, I'm alarmed, but then I conclude that it must be San.

'What's San doing up?' The first tiny Wooyoung asks me as it flies around my ears. I resist the urge to smack it.

'Probably thinking about something,' Voice Two Wooyoung responds.

'Well...aren't you gonna go talk to him?' The third, and tiniest Wooyoung asks, peering up at me with large eyes.

Gosh, they're all so annoying.

I ignore them and stand up, pushing my feet into those bunny slippers of mine. It feels strange to hear just how empty my head is now, but it's better than having arguing voices in your head 24/7.

I open the door to my room and step out, those three voices of mine scurrying after me. Up ahead, I can see the livingroom lights on, and that San is currently sitting on the couch, staring at nothing.

"San?" I voice out, and then he's suddenly looking at me, surprise etched onto his face. His eyes slightly drift, spotting the small Wooyoungs flying all around me.

I move closer and take the seat next to him. "Uhm," I begin. "Are you...okay?"

Unlike how he was earlier today, San isn't smiling, and his eyes look tired, expressionless.

San nods, his eyes settling on those three voices of mine from time to time. "I am, kinda."

"Kinda?" I can't help but ask.

"I just felt like staying here right now," San responds vaguely. "You...you look tired, so you can go back to sleep. It's okay."

San's words state one thing but his face tells another story altogether. He looks both nervous and lost, like he doesn't know what to do with himself right now. It bothers me to no end.

'Wooyoung doesn't want to go back to sleep now', Voice One suddenly states. My eyes widen in alarm as it casually flies over to San, its pyjama clad self settling on the table before us. It flashes San a huge grin, and even when its face is the exact replica of mine, I want nothing more in that moment than to get rid of it.

San blinks in shock, but to my surprise, he answers the first voice. "Really?"

"Uh, I mean," I start to say, but Voice Two Wooyoung beats me to it.

'Yes, really. He wants to spend as much time as possible with San now because he wants San to be okay.' The second voice sits next to the first, sticking its tongue out at me when I make a motion for it to stop talking.

San, though, has a smile on his face now. He runs a hand through his hair, briefly glancing at me before looking away. "What are they?" He questions me, and almost immediately, Voice Three Wooyoung flies in.

Oh my god.

'We're Wooyoung's thoughts!' It exclaims. And instead of sitting at the table with the rest of the voices, he settles on San's arm.

"Goddammit," I find myself cursing. I suddenly regret leaving my wand back in my room. "San, please, just ignore them. They're dumb. And highly annoying."

And San laughs. He actually laughs, eyes crinkling and everything. He looks far too amused for this kind of situation.

"They're really cute though," he says, his voice all soft, and it affects me more than it should've because all three of the voices have the exact same face as I do.

'San is too,' Voice One Wooyoung states with a freaking wink, and I almost have a heart attack.

I feel like facepalming myself. "Oh, god. San, I'm so sorry."

Voice Two Wooyoung stands up, its arms behind its back. 'Wooyoung wants to know why San looks sad. Did something bad happen to San?'

"Actually...sort of. But it's just some tiny nightmare though, so don't worry." San actually talking to the voices doesn't fail to surprise me, but, even when those voices can be annoying shits a majority of the time, they still made San laugh.

"You don't need to keep answering them, though," I tell San.

San just smiles at me, his adorable dimples on display. "I do want to answer them, Woo. It's totally fine."

'Woo?' Voice One Wooyoung questions. 'That's hot.'

San laughs again, looking genuinely entertained by them. "Uh...thanks?"

The first Wooyoung winks again, but winces when Voice Two Wooyoung smacks the back of his head.

"They're adorable," San whispers.

'Thank you!' the third and tiniest Wooyoung bows, almost falling off of San's arm. At this, San reaches out to steady it, holding it as if its the most fragile thing in the world.

'Uh oh. Don't make Big Wooyoung jealous,' Voice Two Wooyoung warns.

"Shut up," I snap. "San, seriously, they're annoying."

"They're funny," San counters.

'I like San because he's nice. He isn't mean like Wooyoung!' the first voice announces.

"But you are Wooyoung," San replies.

'Oh no. I just realized that.' At this, the first Wooyoung pulls at his face as if trying to get out of his body or something. 'Crap.' He nearly falls off the table.

The smallest Wooyoung blinks at San with its round eyes that look scarily accurate to mine. 'Can I sit on your shoulder, Mr San?'

San's smile is so contagious that it spreads to me as well. "Yes, you may."

Third Wooyoung then runs up San's arm and finally plops itself on his shoulder, a content smile on his face.

"You really like them, huh," I say as I stare at two of my voices bickering about something while the third is seated on San's shoulder, looking insanely bubbly.

"I do." San's eyes meet mine. "And...thanks."

"For what?"

"I kinda woke you up from your sleep, and yet you still stayed up with me even when you didn't need to. And then those thoughts, or voices of yours," San pats the second Wooyoung's head, "elevated my mood and made me laugh. So thank you for always caring for me and cheering me up, Wooyoung."

My heart skips a noticeable beat at his words, and I chuckle just to hide how nervous I am. "Uh, it's totally fine though. No need to thank me."

San stares at me with this look I've never seen before, almost as if he's looking at me for the first time, but before any of us can say anything, Voice Three Wooyoung trips over San's shoulder.

'I'm okay!' its high pitched voice screeches as it flies up again. It ends up hugging San's arm.

"Do they always talk like this in your mind?" San wonders.

"All the damn time," I answer, smiling when San laughs.

"They seem nice though. They can keep you company."

"Yeah, but they're too honest. They are my thoughts, after all." I cringe as soon as I say this, because why did I have to say that out loud?

San hums, looking like he's thinking hard about something. Out the blue, he points to the first small Wooyoung. "What's Wooyoung's favourite colour?"

'Before it was white, but now it's purple because that's what San likes,' first Wooyoung replies without missing a beat.

"That's not true," I instantly argue. I feel like throwing my bunny slippers at this Wooyoung.

San hums again, and something that looks suspiciously close to a smirk graces his lips. The sight of is so rare it stops me in my tracks. My heart-rate ascends, he looks so good with it.

San gestures to the second Wooyoung. "What's Wooyoung's favourite kind of food?"

'He loves cereal, but after San served him bacon, eggs and pancakes for breakfast, he likes them a lot more now.'

I actually send my slipper to them this time, but they easily dodge it. "That is not true."

San giggles, and then peers down at the third Wooyoung. "Hey, little guy. What does Wooyoung...think of me?"

'Oh, I know this!' third Wooyoung jumps, and I have to object.

"He knows nothing," I begin. "San, don't listen to him. I -- I actually already have something I need to uh, to talk to you about -- "

'Wooyoung thinks San is the cutest, loveliest boy he's ever seen!' The third Wooyoung responds with the biggest smile on its face.

"Really?" San grins.

The tiniest Wooyoung just nods excitedly.

"So..." San catches my eye. "You think I'm lovely?"

"No."

"No?"

My eyes widen as I try to explain myself. "I mean -- You are lovely -- I mean you're fine. Like, okay." I clear my throat. "You're okay because I like you, since we're friends. And friends, naturally, like each other."

San smirks for the second time that night, and I'm left speechless.

The two tiny Wooyoungs on the table are howling in high-pitched laughter, and I really, truly feel like throwing them away or something.

San nods. "Cool."

I raise an eyebrow. "Cool?"

"Yeah," his confident demeanor drops, and a shyer smile dances on his lips. "It's cool 'cause... 'cause I think you're lovely too."

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I wake up on Sunday morning, but I'm not alone on the bed.

I'm actually in San's bedroom right now, and it's not because we did anything like...that, but because San himself suggested if I could lay next to him for the night so he could rest better. And I just...found myself agreeing with it.

And god, I don't regret it one bit. San stays close to me the whole night, his cool body sending pleasant tremors down my spine. During the first hour, I couldn't sleep because San was actually lying next to me, oh my god, but soon enough, his soft breathing and the calm rising and falling of his chest lulled me to a dreamless sleep.

And right now, as I'm peering down at San, I can't help but think of how amazing he looks. Half of me wants to reach out, to softly cup his face and trace my thumb over his freckles. The other half of me just wants to continue to stare at his long lashes, at the gentle arch of his nose and at how pink and tempting his lips look.

Stop thinking about him like that. What if he hears, you creep, I tell myself.

But right then San inches even closer until his head rests on my chest.

You're not being creepy.

I almost freaking fall off the bed, but I luckily stop myself on time. "S-San?" My voice shakes.

"...Hmm?" San eventually answers. He stares up at me while rubbing his eyes. Why do you look so shocked?

I sit up, my heart racing, because I just heard San's voice in my head again.

"Wooyoung?" San has sat up as well, a serious look overtaking his features.

"I just -- " I stare at him. "I just heard your voice, in my mind."

San's face displays confusion, but then it transforms into pure disbelief. "Oh, fuck." He pushes himself off the bed, the absence of his touch leaving me cold. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

This is one of the few times I've seen San look so frantic. I get off the bed as well, walking closer to him.

"San, what's going on?" I ask.

San turns and stares at me, his eyes rounder than usual. "Are you sure you heard my voice? Without like, any spell or anything like that?"

I only nod, and San sighs.

"San, what's up?" I ask again. "Why do you look so... scared?"

San curls his hands into fists, his jaw clenched. "If it's what I think it is, then you're... you're in danger. And it's because of me."

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a/n: fluff? nah. thoughts?

also, check out my new woosan book 'lifeline', thanks