Trust

Sleeping with Movie Characters

Wooyoung cares so much.

But still, caring isn't everything, and San will not let Wooyoung ruin such a huge chance for himself. "I'm gonna unfriend you if you drop out", he threatens.

"I- What?!" The startled look on Wooyoung's face is almost funny. "San, I..."

"Okay, get this", San nudges Wooyoung towards the sofa, making him sit down on, and plops down next to him. "You. Don't. Drop. Out." Stabbing his forefinger on Wooyoung's chest to give his words some emphasis, San stares into Wooyoung's eyes. "This is a huge chance, Woo. Don't throw it away."

Wooyoung looks like he's about to say something, but San doesn't let him. "D'you know for how long I've wanted to perform at the Festival of Lights? I had this dream of singing there before I got accepted here – even before I got into arts high school! My grandparents took me to the festival twice – once when I was eleven, once when I was thirteen. I've dreamed of performing there ever since." San takes a deep breath, making an effort to calm down a bit. "So don't you dare to drop out", he finishes, "just because it might not be as important to you as it is to me. If I can't perform there, the least I want is to see you on one of those stages." He blinks the tears in his eyes back. "Got it?", he demands instead of crying. "You. Don't. Drop. Out."

Wooyoung pauses for a few seconds. "Yeah. Got it", he finally says quietly. "Still doesn't mean I'm gonna sit with them at lunch tomorrow."

San nods, letting a small smile cross his face. He doesn't feel like he's got the right words to tell Wooyoung how much everything that he's done today means to him. So instead of talking, San slings his arms around Wooyoung's chest, pulls him close and nuzzles his face into Wooyoung's shoulder.

So what – he hasn't gotten into the Festival of Lights yet. That doesn't mean anything. He's still got five and a half semesters at Seoul University. That's two more chances at getting in. Not all hope is lost.

"You wanna go to the market again?", he asks, comfortably hugging Wooyoung, closing his eyes. "Tomorrow, for lunch."

"Uh, sure." Wooyoung's laugh sounds a bit tense. "If Jongho doesn't try to murder me with a crown cork again..."

"He was helping you, dumbass. You could've just told him Thanks, y'know?"

"That cork nearly hit my eye!"

"Whatever, whatever." Grinning playfully, San tightens his embrace around Wooyoung. "Didn't you notice how he smiled at you and everything?"

"Yeah. Creeped me the hell out." Wooyoung nods, as if to validate his statement. "I think he's serious about trying to kill me."

Scoffing, San looks up at Wooyoung. "Why would he? He's warming up to you."

"He is?" Wooyoung perks up – and San has to laugh at Wooyoung's ridiculous obliviousness.

"Obviously he is." San watches, fondly, how a bright grin emerges on Wooyoung's face. "You'll see tomorrow. He's starting to really like you."

Probably Wooyoung's interference today at lunch is the main reason for that – as indifferent as Jongho had looked, San guesses that his cousin had been more than relieved at the chance to go somewhere else in order to gain a little bit more distance to everything.

Also, San would be lying if he said that it didn't make him like Wooyoung even more.

But since they apparently solved everything about the Festival of Lights for now – not that there's really much to solve to begin with – San's mind wanders to the party he's going to attend on Friday. He winces.