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17. saturday night clash

The Jung household wasn't so quiet and so mind-numbingly boring at dinner tonight, and that was due to the guy Yebin had brought with her half an hour ago.

The guy was like Wooyoung's older sister in another body: uptight, proud and irritatingly intrusive with his questions. As he sat there on the table in his expensive, form-fitting suit, Wooyoung could already feel his dislike for the other male grow more and more, even when he'd just met the guy today.

It was Saturday night, and usually, Wooyoung would be out with friends at this hour or in his room, shutting himself off from the rest of his family, but now that Yebin's boy 'friend' was here, his parents had made it absolutely obligatory to be present. Wooyoung didn't even know why they were trying so hard to appear as a normal family; it was obvious no one seated at the dinner table liked him anyways.

"So," Yebin's friend, Mark, glanced at Wooyoung, taking a composed sip out of his red wine. Since Wooyoung was the only minor there, he'd only been allowed water. "You're Yebin's brother, right?"

Duh. Wooyoung shrugged, feeling the hard stares of his parents digging into the aquamarine dress shirt he wore. "...Yes."

"Oh, I thought you looked familiar. I've seen you a few times in the city with some of your friends," Mark continued, his low words grating themselves into Wooyoung's eardrums. "You seem rather, sociable indeed."

And of course, his parents wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to degrade their son in front of others.

"Actually, his friends are no good," Mr Jung added. "Don't know why he's always out and about with them when he should be in the house, facing his studies and acting like a responsible young man for once."

Wooyoung's fingernails lightly scratched over the surface of his glass cup. That's because they're actually fucking bearable to be around, unlike you monsters.

"He's almost never home on the weekends as well, too busy parading the city and partaking in these horrendous acts," Mrs Jung continued as she cut a piece of steak for herself. Like always, she supported her husband.

Whenever I feel sad, I always try to think of nice things. San's words when they'd sat together at that art room repeated itself inside Wooyoung's mind. He shut his eyes and let out a quiet exhale, telling himself to calm down.

Just think of San. The other boy's charming dimpled smile flashed behind his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes once more, Mark had already started to talk again.

"But, that's not such a bad thing, now is it?" He was saying. "This means he probably already has a girlfriend by now."

I'm right here, Wooyoung thought. He imagined screaming those words out and wrecking the entire place. He imagined stapling everyone's mouths shut and rolling them down a fucking cliff and into the sea, their mangled bodies getting eaten by some shark in the process. Stop talking about me like I'm some fucking experiment!

Yebin leaned into Mark and glanced at Wooyoung, her wide smile noticeably forced. Her dark eyes looked particularly menacing under the sparkling chandelier above them.

San's eyes were usually dark too, but unlike Yebin's, they were soft, innocent.

"Oh," Yebin said with a small chuckle. "Our Wooyoung isn't into girls."

Wooyoung's nails had now formed an indent on his cup.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, while Mr and Mrs Jung looked visibly displeased.

"He's almost always with guys," Yebin explained. She stared at her brother like he was some stain on her ruby red stilettos that she wanted nothing more than to get rid of.

"Yebin," Wooyoung's father cut in with a warning tone. "Stop assuming things that are not true about your brother. Stop it this instant."

Mrs Jung quickly added to what he said, her painted lips downturned with contained anger. "My son is not gay."

Wooyoung's glass broke, startling the others at the table. Immediately, he pushed his chair back. The rough sound it made echoed eerily within the confines of the dining room.

"I will be in my room," Wooyoung muttered, his soft voice clashing with the storm of thoughts raging about in his head.

His father gritted his teeth, his bushy brows furrowing. "You aren't going anywhere. You will remain here for the rest of dinner."

Wooyoung glared at him, his heart thrashing wildly in his chest. His fingers were slightly bleeding, yet not one of them even thought about commenting on it. "No."

"Take one step out of this room, and you'll regret it," Mr Jung threatened.

"What are you going to do?" Wooyoung's voice remained steady, but his hands shook. "Hit me again?"

"Wooyoung!" His mother exclaimed. Yebin just looked utterly smug from where she sat.

Wooyoung ignored them all though and raced out of the room and into the halls so quickly that his knees ached.

He pushed through the doors to his room and marched towards his wardrobe, yanking its doors open. He pulled on some fleece sweater that looked out of place with his formal clothing and grabbed his phone. While all this was happening, the voices down the hall were getting louder and louder by the second.

Wooyoung knew that if his parents got to him, he'd be really fucked, so he pushed open one of the windows to his room and jumped out of it. His shoes dug into the flowerbed surrounding the back of the large house, and he thanked whatever god was out there that his bedroom was located closer to the ground.

He didn't cease his steps until he got out of the area altogether. He ran and ran until he couldn't anymore, his breaths coming out in uneven pants.

Knowing that his voice would betray his distress, Wooyoung opted for texting the one person he felt could lessen his growing pile of worries.

- wooyoung
san, are you up??

Luckily, San didn't take long to reply.

- san
yeah
uhm, are you okay?

Wooyoung had to laugh. He was far from 'okay'.

- wooyoung
nah, not really

- san
what happened? :(

Wooyoung's eyes stung with unshed tears, but he rapidly blinked them away.

- wooyoung
got into trouble with my parents

- wooyoung
i know its late but, can u
meet me in front of horizon diner?

- san
uh, my cousin seonghwa's up rn
but, i'll convince him to let me leave

- san
are you hurt?

Physically, Wooyoung was fine. However, his pride was hurt, and his self-confidence had plummeted deep into the ground.

- wooyoung
nah
i just,
wanna see you
please

- san
okay
i'll be there soon

Wooyoung shoved his phone into his trouser pockets and continued on his way, totally ignoring the few calls he'd gotten from his parents.

* * *

San was already in front of the diner by the time Wooyoung showed up. He had on this forest green stripped sweater that looked really cute on him, and his dark hair was sort of wavy, the colour bringing out the red on his pouty lips.

He looked nervous, and kind of sleep deprived, and Wooyoung immediately felt guilty.

"W-Wooyoung..." San whispered, a bit of a stutter in his voice. Wooyoung noticed the way his eyes trailed all over his body -- like he was this piece of art that needed to be admired -- but he pretended that he hadn't seen anything.

Both teens walked up to one another, and Wooyoung surprised the other by wrapping his arms around his waist to hug him.

"W-Woo..."

"God, I'm sorry for touching you without permission, but I just...really need to be held right now." Wooyoung rambled into the smooth dip of San's shoulder. The latter's neck was littered in sparse freckles that Wooyoung felt the urge to trace his fingers over. There weren't much people around either, so Wooyoung felt a lot more...safe.

San froze, and Wooyoung could feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat. "It's -- it's okay," he answered, his own arms finding their way around him. "Did your parents...hurt you?"

Wooyoung's fists clenched, but the gentle rise and fall of San's chest decreased the never-ending anger he felt towards his family.

"If a guy..." Wooyoung swallowed, "always hangs out with a bunch of guys and little to no girls," he exhaled a harsh breath, "then does that mean he likes dick?"

"Uh -- " San sputtered, and Wooyoung couldn't help it, he had to laugh. He met San's eyes, noting the bright pink dotting the latter's cheeks. "I don't -- I don't think that's always the case."

"Exactly," Wooyoung huffed and stepped away from San. "But my stupid family doesn't understand that. Fuck, I had to have dinner with them tonight because my sister brought her stuck-up date along, and...oh my god, I wanted to just end myself."

"You can't," San replied.

"Can't what?"

San shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking at something on the ground. "You can't end yourself. Because... It'll make me sad."

Wooyoung felt like booping his nose. He didn't think that San even realized how adorkably cute he acted a lot of the time.

"Aww, it'll make you sad?" Wooyoung chuckled, and San nodded, still avoiding his eyes. Wooyoung proceeded to affectionately tousle the back of the boy's hair. "You're too cute."

San's cheeks turned darker, and Wooyoung (once again), noticed his eyes observing his face and body.

And although Wooyoung wasn't one to get flustered or intimidated easily, at that moment, he felt his heart squeeze.

"You keep looking at me. I must look hot, right?" Wooyoung said with a cheeky grin.

"Uhm," San cleared his throat and blinked repeatedly, while Wooyoung just patted his back.

"I wanna ask you for a favour."

San glanced at him, his pink cheeks making him look even prettier than he already was. Prettyboy. "What?"

"I wanna sleep over in your house. Will that be possible?"

* * *

San's house was smaller than his, but Wooyoung had already expected that. The interior was homey and had this warmth to it that his house so desperately lacked.

There was this blond guy working on his laptop at the couch, but he looked up as soon as he and San entered.

"Uh, Seonghwa," San looked extremely awkward. "This is Jung Wooyoung. We're...friends."

At this, Wooyoung ushered a wave. Seonghwa seemed like he was a couple years older than the both of them, but he looked like a nice enough guy for Wooyoung. "Nice to meet you."

San's cousin gave them a smile that brightened his features and stood up to greet them himself.

"Nice to meet you too, Wooyoung." He replied. He looked a bit confused as to what a friend of San's was doing at his house in that hour, but he didn't comment on it, fortunately. "Are you in the same class as San?"

"Mhm," Wooyoung replied. "He looked nice to me, so I wanted to be his friend."

Seonghwa grinned, adjusting the thinly framed glasses on his face. "I bet he was shy, right?"

San's eyes widened. "Hyung!"

Wooyoung laughed, patting San's shoulder. He slid his hand down to his lower back and let his touch linger, feeling San shiver underneath his fingertips.

"He really was, though," Wooyoung replied with a smirk.

"I-I think we should go to my room now," San grabbed Wooyoung's hand. "He's going to sleep over, after all."

Seonghwa nodded in understanding. "Ah, okay. Good night."

San didn't wait for Wooyoung to reply, he just dragged the latter upstairs and into his room.

"Why the rush?" Wooyoung asked as San switched on the lights. He looked around, taking the opportunity to observe the inside of San's room. The walls were navy blue, and the ceiling was dark, decorated with these plastic neon stars. And his bed looked comfy, the same colour as the bedroom's walls.

"Cute room," he commented.

San rubbed his arm. "It's boring."

"Nah," Wooyoung argued. "It's cute." He pulled off his sweater, highly aware of the other boy's eyes on him. "I feel like taking a shower. Will that be okay?"

San picked at his nails, looking nervous. "It's okay."

"You have clothes that you can lend me, right?"

"Um, yeah."

"Cool."

* * *

a/n: me, having already finished writing chap 26: okay this book is def a slow burn >:')

thoughts?

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