genie [ woosan ]

22

San strolled happily in the hallways, somehow energetic despite the mere one and a half hour of sleep he'd managed to get the previous night.

He reached the corridor of his locker, heading towards it without paying much attention to his surroundings.

Then he noticed the boy standing in front of it. A dancer, 5'8, holding a pair of cups in his arms. San couldn't help but smile as he strode up to him.

Wooyoung, glancing up as he heard San's footsteps, quickly adjusted himself as to hand San one of the cups.

"So you do know where it is," San joked, in reference to the previous night's discussion about his locker. Wooyoung nodded.

"Of course," he said to San, the other boy leaning against the wall as he took a sip from the hot beverage, blowing on it a bit to cool.

"What kind of tea is this? It's good," San mused.

Wooyoung only smiled.

"Ohh," San said, realizing Wooyoung was mimicking his actions. "Not gonna tell me?" he said, slowly shifting to standing in front of Wooyoung. Wooyoung simply nodded in confirmation, leaning back a little bit when San stepped forward.

It quickly became apparent that Wooyoung had nowhere to escape as the wall behind him pressed against his back, with San now increasingly close to him.
"You reallyyy not gonna tell?" San teased, inching closer to Wooyoung who seemed to be becoming a bit flustered.

Wooyoung put a hand against San's chest, somewhat holding him back from getting closer than he already was.
San, now registering the feeling of the younger's hand against him, felt something strange within him shift.

He scanned over the face of the other boy, which wasn't all that far from his now. San felt his heart begin to race. Wild images of what San wished would happen flickered through his head. He really wished Wooyoung would hear his thoughts and...

San took a moment to collect himself. He knew it definitely wasn't the right time to think about whatever could happen. It obviously wouldn't.

San laughed, trying to act as if he hadn't been thinking of rather intimate things. He backed away just a bit, slightly confusing Wooyoung.

"Didn't I promise you some prize?"

Wooyoung blinked, a smirk rising onto his face after a few moments as he realized.

"You did. I think you owe me a hug?" he reminded, now being the one to advance towards San.

San felt his soul leave his body. He should have come up with a different reward— preferably one he'd survive.

"I guess I do," San mused, "but you'll have to come and get it."

San, at those words, took off dashing down the hallway, only having time to set his drink down on the floor before escaping.
Wooyoung merely blinked, processing what was happening as the latter disappeared full speed down the hallway.

Yet soon enough, the sound of running footsteps on the tile floor came up behind San, causing the boy to look back in disbelief.

"You—" Wooyoung blurted out, taking San's moment of surprise as an opportunity to grab his wrist, yanking him to a stop.

San nearly fell over at the sudden grip, Wooyoung holding his wrist firmly as to ensure he couldn't easily slip out.

"Alright!" San breathed heavily, lightly swatting Wooyoung's hand off of his wrist, the tight grip beginning to grow uncomfortable. "Alright, you win," San surrendered.

Wooyoung let out a quiet 'yes!' which San found to be quite endearing.
San held out both of his arms, as if offering himself up as the prize.

Wooyoung, acting like a giddy toddler, saw the gesture and stepped forward, engulfing San in a tight hug. It took the older boy a moment to think, the feeling of the other's grip around
him causing his heart to do a flip.

Not wanting to be completely awkward, San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung in return, only causing the other to be pressed closer to him.

Wooyoung rested his chin on San's shoulder, turning slightly towards him as to speak.

"You're really warm, you know that?" Wooyoung murmured. San didn't know what to say. All he knew was that after hearing that, his face certainly felt warm.
He couldn't help but notice the soft breathing of Wooyoung on his neck, and found himself stroking the other's back with his thumb as if to calm him.

San felt like he could die right there. He never wanted to let the younger go, yet knew he had to. Instead, he tried to come up with an excuse which would seem more normal.

"You wanna try something?" San murmured against Wooyoung's neck. He swore he felt the other boy tense at the action, but ignored it.

"Hm?" Wooyoung returned.

As if on cue, San shifted his grip lower, lifting Wooyoung off of the ground. "Hey— San?!" Wooyoung blurted out, not expecting to be suddenly in the air.

San only laughed, seeing Wooyoung's startled face. San began to walk away, still awkwardly carrying Wooyoung as he took a few shaky steps.

"No- no wait! Let me," Wooyoung tried to stop him so he could adjust. Wooyoung wrapped his legs around San's waist, gaining an evil smile as he saw San's playful expression go completely blank at the gesture.

Wooyoung draped his hands around San's neck, clasping his hands in the back.

"You gonna keep walking?" Wooyoung teased. San felt himself sent into panic. This was a situation straight from his dreams. The presence of Wooyoung's face only a short distance from his certainly didn't help San's already intense imagination.

San hated how flustered he became around the boy. On the outside he may have seemed relatively normal, but internally...
It was like a freight train hit him every time Wooyoung even spoke.

San made an internal resolve to act with more confidence.

"I am. Come on, we're going to class," San joked, beginning to walk the path to his first period.

"Woah woah not yet. There's barely anyone here even," Wooyoung commented, gesturing at the empty area as evidence for not coming to class early.

In an ironic twist of fate, at that moment a female student walked into the area. She stopped in her tracks upon seeing Wooyoung, being carried by San. After sending the two a weird, pointed look she walked out of sight, down the hallway.

San instantly felt stressed. He glanced over, seeing that Wooyoung shared his expression of sudden discomfort. Something about the way the girl had looked at them gave both a bad feeling.

"I should, um, probably get down..." Wooyoung murmured, San nodding in agreement as he gently lowered the other, allowing him to get back on his feet.

Although it hadn't been much, the almost judging stare of the girl stuck in San's mind. He felt as if he knew the thought process behind her expression. It frightened him a little, knowing that she certainly wasn't the only one who thought that way.

San's attention was diverted by Wooyoung grabbing his wrist.

"Hey. I'll text you later?"

San murmured in acknowledgement. Wooyoung gently squeezed him, out of what San couldn't tell was either teasing or reassurance.

Wooyoung waved an enthusiastic goodbye as he strolled away from San, walking backwards a few steps as to see San wave back before turning and quickening his pace.

San let out a sigh.
He knew his hopeless crush would only cause him more trouble.