𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | woosan ✔

chapter 13

"you can go now. thanks,"

san nodded at wooyoung. he smiled then and turned around to get inside his house. suddenly, wooyoung grabbed his hand without thinking. this caused san to look at him, confused. "what's wrong?"

"just, wait a minute..." wooyoung said.

san nodded at him. "o-okay..."

wooyoung couldn't take it any longer. he's been thinking of san a lot these past days. and after that contemplation, he had finally come to realize that he has genuine feelings for san.

he came closer to san who didn't make any move to back away. wooyoung could feel his heart beating fast. inching closer, he connected his lips with san's together. and for the first time in the history of kissing someone, he felt sparks of fireworks in his stomach.

san didn't know how to react to the kiss. there's a part of him that kept on telling that it feels good. he was overwhelmed by this. so, he did the unimaginable. san kissed back. wooyoung thought to himself;

yes, this does feel right.

however, as much as it felt good for both of them, san realized something. i shouldn't be doing this. this is wrong. he eventually broke the kiss before he could even begin to enjoy it. san pushed wooyoung with both his hands to keep him away. this had left the other confused.

but san didn't say anything. he just spun around and ran to get inside his home, leaving wooyoung standing there alone. san shut the door closed after he got in, breathing hard.

"oh, san. you're home. here, have some tea." his mother said but san hurriedly went upstairs to his room and didn't hear her. "...what's wrong with him?" his mother muttered but shrugged his shoulders.

san got inside his room and slammed the door shut. he then went to look outside through the window and saw wooyoung beginning to leave. though san was still panting and his mind was clouded after what had happened. he brought his hands to clasp his mouth, his eyes widened.

what was that? i was not ready for that!?

san gulped and finally removed his hands from his mouth. he could still feel that tingling feeling on his lips as he lightly caressed it. "d-did he just... but why? why would he do that?!"

san ran his hand through his hair in complete frustration and groaned out loud. "this did not just happen! it makes no sense! why??" he yelled as he began to pace around his room.

"oh, no... what should i do? should i tell seonghwa?" san stopped pacing and dialed seonghwa's number. he waited patiently for him to pick up, tapping his foot on the wooden floor. "come on, seonghwa. pick up the phone. pick up!" unfortunately, his call was forwarded to voicemail. at this point, san just couldn't think of any solution in mind.

landing face-first on his bed, san yelled out through his pillow, "i'm going insane because of this!"

"i was insane for doing that!" wooyoung grumbled loudly.

he was on his way home then, his mind full of thoughts. mainly this, "why didn't he say anything? he should have at least say something! why did he leave me like that?" wooyoung whined. when he arrived at his home, he saw his two best friends at the gate.

"yunho, mingi, what brings you here?" wooyoung asked them.

yunho smiled, answering, "let's hang out together."

"i bought fried chicken for us." mingi raised the food he bought with a huge grin. they headed inside and gathered in the dining room together to eat the fried chicken while chatting. well, it was yunho and mingi who chatted most of the time while wooyoung sat quietly, poking his fried chicken. yunho noticed this and he nudged mingi's elbow. "min, what's up with wooyoung?" he whispered.