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Wooyoung

Later that night, I awake after a particularly weird dream and the sudden inexplicable urge to drink something. Throughout the entire day I'd been feeling a bit off, and the strange, uncomfortable feeling amplifies whenever I think about what San had told me about his family history and that demon possession issue.

Mind you, despite the fact that this new bit of information worries me (a lot), I still want to believe that we'll be able to solve the problem in no time and stop me from becoming a mindless slave whose only goal in life was to take orders from the person who bit me -- which in this case happens to be San.

'Slave' sounds oddly inappropriate, don't you think? A voice in my head ponders, and I roll my eyes, already growing agitated. At this point, I hope I can make it to the kitchen on time and get myself a refreshing glass of water without any particular incidents or further annoyances from the voices occupying my mind.

Of course, with a simple spell I can whirl the glass of water straight into my room, but alas, I'm too tired to remember the spell due to how busy my mind currently is, and I don't really want to rely on magic too much. Yeosang already says I'm becoming too lazy and too willing to cast spells instead of doing it the hard way, and I want to prove him wrong.

You're so dirty minded, ew,
Another voice complains, their words vibrating through my head. You think San would like that if he knew about it? No, he wouldn't, so shut up.

He would, because he likes Wooyoung. And I'M Wooyoung, bitch, the other voice echoes.

YOU'RE the bitch, not me.

Bitch, the first voice answers.

Who are you calling bitch, bitch.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch --

"Shut. Up," I want to smack the both of them, but they're inside my head and I'm -- once again -- too tired to recall the spell used to cast them out. And I also don't want them embarrassing me in front of San again. I'm just immensely glad that he's asleep right now.

I try to imagine the image, no matter how corny or slightly creepy it may seem. I think of San laying underneath his grand covers, his fluffy grey hair splayed over his pillows in soft waves and his eyes closed, dark lashes grazing the soft skin of his cheeks.

I remember us cuddling each other yesterday night, as well as when we kissed, and a goofy sort of grin widens on my face. I must look a bit deranged right now, with my slightly crumpled up pyjamas, wild bed hair, and a smile that probably rivalled that of a hyena's, but I don't mind it. I don't mind it at all.

I slap myself a bit, cringing at how hot my cheeks have become. What the hell am I doing blushing and smiling like a crazy person in the middle of the night at the thought of the boy I kissed today?

Fuck, I tell myself. I repeatedly punch my chest, immensely grateful that no one else is in the room with me. Calm down, heart. Stop being stupid.

Pushing my feet into my waiting bunny slippers, I begin the very important pursuit of entering the hallway in order to get a glass of water with the overdramatic voices in my head getting wild with each other as the background noise.

But then, I find myself stopping in my tracks, because in the living room, I quickly recognize the familiar silhouette of San, and he's seated by the table, his laptop casting a faint light over his rounded glasses and the beautiful contours of his face.

He's chewing on his nails, his lips forming words I have no idea of whilst looking entirely immersed in whatever's showcased on the laptop's screen.

I inwardly curse, but not because I'm annoyed or anything. It's just that his presence at the livingroom caught me majorly off-guard, so much so that I just stand there in the shadows like an awkward idiot who has absolutely no idea what they're doing and who they even are.

Most of the lights are off, save for the one turned on in the kitchen, and for some weird ass reason, my brain decides that I should silently tiptoe into the kitchen so I won't disturb what San is doing because, 'Yes Wooyoung, that is the most logical thing to do in this situation'. And I somehow go along with it.

The hallway's void of most lights, so maybe that's why I barely notice three particularly tiny entities fly past me and into the livingroom. Heck, I don't even notice how empty my mind now feels.

All I want right now, is to get that glass of water without bothering San in the slightest bit.

I slowly make my way to the kitchen, but then stop in my tracks (again), because --

"Oh, uh, hello small Wooyoungs...?" San's tone is sweet but borders on confused, while I begin internally panicking.

"Why are you here?" San continues to speak, his voice low and tender. "Is Wooyoung asleep?"

'No. He's hiding in the shadows over there 'cause he's dumb,' the first Wooyoung answers.

I feel like spontaneously combusting at that moment. Like, I actually want to burst into flames, or maybe dig a huge freaking hole in the deepest part of the ground and hide in there forever. Or maybe I should just turn invisible for the rest of humanity.

"Wooyoung? Are you there?" San questions, while those stupid voices of mine giggle and snicker. These fuckers. I don't even know how they left my head without me ordering them to.

"Crap," I mumble. To save myself from further embarrassment, I attempt leaving my hiding spot, only to then bump my forehead on a wall. A wall.

The giggles expand in grandiosity.

"Shh," San hushes them, and as if there's magic involved, they shut up simultaneously, which is weird because they never listen to me.

It takes only a few seconds for the livingroom lights to be switched on and for San to now stand before me, a knowing smile on his face.

"Okay, no need to tell me," I begin, raising my hands in surrender. I resist the urge to rub my aching forehead. "I'm a dumbass."

"You're not a dumbass," San replies, stifling a laugh. "Does your head hurt?"

"Nope," I lie. I don't know why, but right now it's particularly difficult to look San in the eyes. He isn't even touching me, yet butterflies are twirling above and beyond in my stomach.

San keeps staring at me, and when we cross eyes I divert my stare someplace else, feeling really fucking shy for no reason. "Did you have trouble sleeping?"

"Nah," I reply. "But those guys keep annoying me."

San laughs again, and when our eyes meet once more, I'm sure my face turns a beet shade of red.

'Wooyoung likes your smile!' Voice Three Wooyoung suddenly remarks, alarming the both of us, especially me.

I grab one of my bunny slippers, threateningly gesturing at the three voices while San coyly grins, holding on to my free arm. Those voices even have the nerve to look smug.

But before I can get a word in, the second Wooyoung suddenly waves at something on the laptop's screen.

'Hello Ma'am!' It greets. San lets me go and rushes to his computer while I naturally follow after him.

A few centimeters from the laptop, I see a woman with dark, wavy hair and fox-like, ruby red eyes that immediately remind me of the lovely boy standing close to me.

"Uh..." San starts as an attempt to explain himself, but that's when the woman's eyes and mine meet.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling a little nervous because this woman who resembles San looks both pretty and highly daunting at the same time. And I don't want to mess things up.

Her scarlet eyes promptly look between me and those three little voices of mine, so I push the three of them out of frame and force on a friendly, 'natural' smile.

She, surprisingly, smiles back, the intimidating air around her fading off.

"Hi," she says, "are you San's roommate? Jung Wooyoung?" Her voice is lower than I'd expected, but it's husky and soothing too. It makes me feel like I should confide with her about whatever's bothering me.

"Y-Yes, I am,"  immediately nod, giving San a quick glance. He looks even more nervous than I am, as he hasn't gotten a full sentence in since this conversation started.

"I'm San's grandmother," the woman continues, before resting her chin on her folded arms. Her words surprise me even when I know it shouldn't. She's a vampire after all, so of course her age won't match her looks. "Have a seat, I want to take a better look at you."

San's eyes widen, panic pulsing through his nearly identically coloured eyes. "Ma, he needs to sleep."

'He calls his grandma 'ma'?' Voice One Wooyoung whispers to me behind the laptop. 'What a cutie.'

San's grandma looks directly at me, and I gulp. I feel like she can stare into me and figure out the colour of my soul if she wanted to. "Are you sleeping now?"

"Uhm -- " I stutter, "not really, ma'am."

She smiles. "Just call me Sunghee, dear." She clasps her hands. "And I also want to thank you."

San crouches next to me to see the screen properly, his arm brushing against my heated one. "Ma, Wooyoung wants to sleep. He's tired and we have classes tomorrow -- "

Sunghee gives San a look that quietens him, and then grins at me again. "San told me about what happened to the both of you. Luckily, there's a solution, but the instructions are stored in an ancient book. Only three copies of it remain. I have one of the copies with me, but the spell isn't complete. But don't worry though, when I find the other copies, we'll undo the curse."

I nod, cool relief washing over me. "Thank you, ma'am." I rush to correct myself. "I mean -- Sunghee."

San's grandma laughs, her fangs flashing for half a second. "San has already informed me of how charming, nice and handsome you are, and I'm glad he has someone like you to cheer him up, Wooyoung."

"I-I'm glad too," I reply, hoping my smile doesn't look too awkward or betray the mess of emotions I'm feeling because of what San's grandmother just said.

San, in the meanwhile, is currently face palming himself. I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same way as him if my mother suddenly revealed I'd been raving on and on about him, but I can't deny how devastatingly cute he looks right now.

"And are those little you's running around right now?" Sunghee questions, pointing at the mini versions of me that are busy prancing about the area. When I nod, she laughs, her nose scrunching in a way distinctly similar to how San does it. "That's cute. It's a shame we're only talking through a screen. Would you like to come visit me sometime?"

"G-Grandma," San suddenly interrupts, purposefully avoiding my stare, "I'm afraid we have to go now. Classes start in a few hours and Wooyoung needs his sleep."

"We're talking about this next time, alright?" Sunghee replies with a visible smirk drawn on her lips, but San hastily says goodbye and disconnects from the video call.

He's breathing sharply, his cheeks lit in a dusty pink that reminds me of hydrangeas. "I'm sorry you had to witness that."

"Your grandma looks like you," I reply, which makes him watch me. "I now know who you got your looks from."

San laughs, and lightly smacks my arm when I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Okay, stop that. But...yeah, I guess. Ma told me I basically look like the younger version of my dad."

"Cute," I answer. "And you call your grandma 'Ma'. That is also so cute."

San blushes some more, while the smaller versions of myself are arguing about something by the mini tv, finally minding their business for once.

"But tell me," I whisper, a bit in the mood for teasing, "did you really describe me as 'handsome' to your grandma? Or was she just saying that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," San tells me, turning away. His trembling fingers adjust the glasses perched on his nose as he clears his throat, and I just have to shake my head. He is definitely not the best actor.

I smile, suddenly contemplating something sly. "Hey, if you tell me the truth, I'll give you a surprise."

San straightens up. "What surprise?"

I step closer to him, an arm of mine wrapping around his middle, pulling him to me. Adrenaline courses through my veins at my actions, and it's the best kind. My heart races under my skin, and seeing how taken aback San looks makes me grin widely.

"What surprise do you want?" I ask, trying to sound smooth.

San chuckles, his dimples appearing. "Well..." he looks down, "I'd like to see what you're offering."

I lean in, kiss him square on the lips, and wink.

But then I end up cringing at myself. "Okay, ignore that."

San giggles, looking like he's cringing as well. "Honestly, I told my grandma the day after I got assigned to you as a roommate that you're handsome," he admits. "And with like, other greatly detailed adjectives as well. Is that good enough for you?"

I nod, and this time, he's the one holding my face in his hands and kissing me. And I feel totally crazy and fuzzy headed from it, but in a good way.

"Kiss me again," I can't help but demand, and fortunately, San delivers. "Your lips are magical."

"And you're making me cringe even further," San replies with a deeper blush. "But... I like it."

'Guys, they're kissing right in front of us,' Voice Two Wooyoung comments, and I freeze, mostly because I'd forgotten all about them.

'I want a kiss too!' Voice One Wooyoung exclaims with pout and a stamp of his foot, and now, the moment is ruined.

I grit my teeth while San grins at their comments, and it isn't long before I whisk them all back into my mind before they can cause further damage.

I get too occupied with trying to keep them controlled in my mind that I almost don't register San's lips pecking mine, the kiss as light as a feather. I look up in surprise.

"I read your mind. You wanted another one," San smiles and picks up his laptop. "Good night, Woo. See you tomorrow morning."

And oh fuck, now I'm blushing. I take notice of his smirk as he heads to his room, but before he can enter, I sneak up behind him and kiss him back.

"Ha!" I exclaim, before running off. "I gave the last kiss!" No matter childish it is, nothing can wipe off the smile on my face in this moment.

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