(no) Strings Attached

Lines Crossed

Wooyoung rolled in his bed. It was almost 8 pm but it was a lazy Sunday.

His hands clutched in deadly, painful manner on his soft locks, pulling them. Ruffling them. Head turning just enough to muffle his cries of frustration and indignity in his pillow.

Three days.

He has been mentally, sometimes physically, hitting himself because where the fuck did the confidence he showed in San's room come from?

Cause for sure the moment he left that damned space he had zero of it in. He made his room his only haven. Keeping him safely out of any possible encounter with the devil.

If there's something he didn't have right now is the balls to face San. Because San is San. And he has Wooyoung wrapped around his fingers.

A knock on his door made him freeze mid-whining as he jerked his head up. It was a Sunday, who would even visit him?

With shaky legs he walked up to the door, heart pumping in his chest. It couldn't be San, could it?

With a deep exhale of the breath he didn't even know he was holding he opened the door so slowly that the person on the other side got annoyed enough to push the door open abruptly.

Flinching Wooyoung peeked behind the wood that nearly slammed on his face before he sighed in relief.

It was Yeosang.

Wooyoung rubbed his temples, telling himself that he should get his shit together.

"Sangie!" He squeaked, concerned about the unenthusiastic expression decorating his best friend's face.

"Don't fucking 'Sangie' me! Where have you been all week!? You're ignoring us! Even San doesn't know where you've been. And San always knows where you are!"

Huffing the older poked Wooyoung's chest with a finger, making the other whimper at the sting. "Spill," he pushed a tad harder making the boy stumble before falling on his bed.

"Well, I kinda fucked up. I mean not really. I fucked me up" he rambled before Yeosang shot him that look.

The one that says tell me or else.

So Wooyoung ever so fidgety explained, updated Yeosang about what unraveled after he spotted Wooyoung with San at that damned party.

His friend was slightly surprised but shook his head either way. "Why is it; you never listen to me," he mumbled with a hint of disappointment.

"It was not on purpose! I wasn't supposed to feel anything. It was just a little game" the younger rasped trying to find physical comfort in his friend's arms, only to be pushed away.

"Jung Wooyoung! You're doing yourself dirty!" He argued, eyebrows met in worry.

The younger didn't reply only laid his head on Yeosang's lap; the latter sighing as he gave up, before patting his hair.

"Let's have fun today, Woo" Yeosang suggested.

"What do you have in mind?" Wooyoung perked up, not really wanting to leave his room. But he has avoided Yeosang for no reason enough already. He owes it to him.

"Mingi invited us to his party. He said it's going to be quiet. Just a few classmates. Will you come?" Yeosang smiled at him hopefully, the look alone let him know that the older missed his company.

His heart skipped one too many beats at the thoughts of a party.

"Who is Mingi?"

"Yunho's boyfriend."