Footsteps echoed through the hallways after each step this human boy made. He looked up seeing San, who was standing in front of the window piercing out at the scenery. "Hey," wooyoung's voice echoed through the dimmed hallways. He walked over to him placing a hand onto his shoulders. "Why are you standing here when you can be doing so much with that teleportation magic you have?" He questions backing away a little to give him some space at least. San sighs shaking his head having a small sigh leave his lips, "tomorrow is my 121 birthday wooyoung... I have to pick someone to marry tomorrow and I want you to be that person. You have no idea how much I like-" wooyoung was angered by this. Of course he liked him back but why did he have to be told like this. He took one of his hands, telling he would think about it then heads off to his room with a scrambled brain.
