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“why are you frowning? why did you cry?”
“uh, i...i don’t know.” san shakes his head, and looks at his jeans running a hand over the hole in his knee and feeling the threading and the fabric that he came to hate in a short span of time. “i don’t know.”
wooyoung interrupts san on one of the darkest nights he's ever seen. he's kinda mad about it.
“I only eat the hearts of evil people.”
“If you’re a demon, shouldn’t it be the other way around?
“You… have a point. But at least I’m doing the human world some good, don’t you think?”
or, a self-ruling demon saves a human from an early death only to get attached, and said demon starts to think that maybe eating the hearts of good people instead of evil people would be better for his sanity than having a soft spot for some clumsy but undeniably attractive mortal.
San never expected to meet the cutie who had left after a mind-blowing night without saying goodbye again. But when said cutie stumbles into him on the street, San doesn't think twice about heading for the road with him. Sex and stupid ideas are just what he needs to escape his issues, and maybe he can figure out what Wooyoung is escaping from on the way.
san's last months of high school and his sudden transition into adulthood happens a lot faster than he expected. he finds himself having a hard time adapting to the changes brought on his life. he's dazed and struggling to keep up with his friends and the only person who has time to help him through it is wooyoung.
“This is Wooyoung, he’s my best friend.” San turns to Wooyoung, leaning in far closer than he would while sober and grabbing Wooyoung by the shoulders. They’re basically the same height so it’s oddly jarring to suddenly be so close, noses almost touching. “You know that, right?” San says seriously.
“Uh, yeah,” Wooyoung says. His tongue feels heavy, the words not quite slurred but not quite clear. The world has gone fuzzy around the edges, San’s face is the only thing in focus.
“My best friend. I love you so much, dude. Seriously. I love you, man. I love you.”
or: the college boys no-homo-bro-but-im-in-love-with-you au we all needed
San, a member of the famous idol group Ateez, has gotten into a dating scandal and is taking a break from idol duties by going back to his hometown to teach the local kids how to sing and dance at an arts school. There, he meets Jung Wooyoung, a dance teacher and BTS fan who dislikes San a lot.
AU in which San is an idol and Wooyoung is a dance teacher.
Wooyoung wasn't thrilled to learn that the empty apartment next to his was no longer going to be vacant. He liked his silent nights that often stretched until morning, spent working on his last project due for way-too-soon. And maybe he could've learned to accept it and move on, but his new neighbor seemed to always find a way to sneak into his daily life. Him, his cheesy pick-up lines, his blinding smile and his his stupid, stupid wink.
horror! Weren't we all scared of the monster under the bed when we were kids?
Wooyoung feared it just like everyone else did.
But what are supposed to be childish anxieties, false fantasies and adorable fears turned out to be much more real to him than he had expected.
"Sometimes, Wooyoung could go a day or two without his brain fogging and feeling the urge to scream and hide. On his worst days, he'd walk back home from school with tears running down his cheeks, and on rainy days, he'd run to escape the deafening sound of raindrops hitting the ground, reminding him of his beating heart.
The only direction San was pulled in by the tide was down, and when he was on the ocean's floor, he'd look up for his mother to shake the sand off his scraped knees and reassure him that he had enough time to come up to the surface before he'd start suffocating."
Wooyoung suffers from a highly debilitating rare hearing disorder. San is deaf. They fall in love.
texting au! ooohyoung: omfg fine I MET A BOY
yeoyeoman:
- ..i’m turning my phone off and going back to bed
joong: what about psych lecture in an hour
yeoyeoman: What About It
joong: Understood
San was quiet, mindful, and a bit of a wanderer who spaced out in daydreams of anything but clear resolution. Often, Wooyoung would bring him back down to earth with his graceful smile, his tethering laugh, and his clip of balloons sigh.
or
San just finished his freshman year of college and he finds a way to make the most of his summer while learning how to love himself, and maybe, just maybe, love a certain boy named Wooyoung
one shot
san is a florist and is perfectly comfortable with his life. he feels safe, grounded.
that is until a beautiful customer comes in, then comes again, and san crushes hard. maybe, he doesn't want to be grounded anymore.
To San, Wooyoung is a baby blue, a refreshing lemon ice pop on a hot summer day, the scent of a freshly-mowed lawn, and a cotton candy cloud.
To Wooyoung, San is a best friend, a lover, and a soulmate.
And even though Wooyoung can never understand what goes on in San’s brain, he can’t ignore the fluttering butterflies in his bones whenever San talks so wondrously about his intermingling senses that all come together to create the magnificent being that captivated Wooyoung’s own bland, separated senses, and in turn, stole his heart.
or, Wooyoung is head-over-heels in love with San and his unique, incredible, beautiful mind.
The colors start to fade, before they are finally out of sight as San fell out of love with Wooyoung. It is all monochrome, and an anniversary dinner wasn’t going as what he had expected.
San is very noisy and Wooyoung wonders what kind of noises he would make in bed.
“She’s smart as a whip so it’s been thankfully pretty easy,” Wooyoung says, shrugging. “You should come over sometime to see the way she spins around before rolling over.”
Wooyoung catches on to what’s happening way too late. San plops down on the seat next to his and tugs on his hand, placing it on top of his head.
“Please,” he says, eyes already half-lidded and slightly cross-eyed with how his cheek is squished against the table.
“I could have had class,” Wooyoung says, not giving in yet.
“You have afternoons off on Fridays,” San says and it’s endearing, how he still possesses control of his cognitive skills and remembers Wooyoung’s schedule even if he’s toeing the edge of oblivion.
Wooyoung decides to indulge San and closes his books, moving them away so that he can lie down on the table facing San. He scratches San’s scalp, alternating between gentle and slightly harsher movements in a way he knows will turn his best friend to putty.
Something suddenly makes San’s shoulders hike and his cheeks flush as he realizes they’ve been small-talking, which is scarily close to flirting.
“That’s—” San starts.
and they were neighbors.
"“You know I don’t deserve you,” Wooyoung whispered, nuzzled into San’s neck as the wind caressed both of their hair, chilly. “What I know is that no one can make me as happy as you do,” San whispered back into Wooyoung’s disheveled black hair, made him face him with his beautiful face and kissed his pouty lips like he had never done before."
or in which wooyoung and san loved more than anyone but fought just as hard
His tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes mar his features so beautifully tragic; Wooyoung feels as though San cries for the entire world both in the past and present.
Or: Wooyoung hears his neighbour crying through the thin walls of their dorms more times than he has the heart to count.
Ah, there it is. The daily headache he gets thanks to Wooyoung and anything that’s related to that ass.
(It’s a good ass, well formed and seemingly the perfect size to lay his hands on. But San would rather bite his tongue off than admit this in front of anyone.)
sequel of oh i just can't help myself "Now that we established that… Can I ride you?"
San chokes on his saliva and coughs violently, taken by surprise by his boyfriend’s sudden request. He must have heard wrong.
Wooyoung’s heart swirls around the shackles of the hundreds of yesterdays he can’t remember, and San pushes aside his own heartache to anchor him.
“You’re telling me,” Seonghwa deadpanned, “that you left the party alone and didn’t sleep with anyone?”
Wooyoung watched San gave him an innocent smile, batting his lashes and everything. “I need a break every once in a while. It’s a hard life.”
Seonghwa snorted. “Yeah, right.” A ripple of laughter went around the table but Wooyoung’s attention was strictly on one person. That person turned his head and met his eyes. San winked, a little reminder of the secret they shared.
For as long as San could remember, he had always lived with a horrible curse. He’d been born with it, as far as he knew, and that’s all he really knew about it. He supposed it could’ve been worse. He could’ve been cursed to look like a hideous monster until he found love, or to sleep endlessly until his true love kissed him. But no, instead, he was cursed, whenever anyone looked at him, to always look like their ideal type. It had taken him forever to figure out why no one, not even his own parents, seemed to know what he really looked like. But this was dangerous, what he was about to do. Just opening himself up for even more heartbreak that he didn’t even know if he could handle at the moment. But he was dying to know—he had to know—what Wooyoung saw when he looked at him. What was the biggest-crush-of-his-life’s ideal type?
They were the most popular college sweethearts during their stay in the university. People love seeing them together, earning them the couple name that goes by “Woosan” yet life isn’t always about glitter and everything nice. They decided to part their ways separately after college due to having different perspectives about their plans in life which eventually became a long-term misunderstanding that led them to break-up that they never expected to happen at all.
or a Woosan AU where Wooyoung and San crossed paths again after six years since their break-up during the day of their college graduation.
San tried to ignore the way he felt giddy when Wooyoung squeezed his hand, and he tried to ignore the way Wooyoung's arm snaked around his like vines up a column, smoothly. They talked about the world above and the world below as soft choruses of bells played, visionary neon lights beamed off their laughter, and the music box ballerina spun somewhere in an attic.
Or
San and Wooyoung fall in love during the winter of Louisiana, in a dorm stairwell.
Wooyoung could act uninterested for as long as he wanted but his dick will always betray him.
jung wooyoung doesn't intend to be just another one of well-known fuckboy choi san's hookups.
or alternatively, the first time san has to get to know someone before fucking them
san never gets used to seeing baby face wooyoung come into his tattoo parlour
horror! “Hey, Hongjoong. Hongjoong.”
“Yunho?” Hongjoong’s voice cracked with sleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Um, San’s on the ceiling.”
Wooyoung works part-time in a cafe, and regular customer San is prettier than anything he's ever seen.
san downloaded a dating app.
Jung Wooyoung lived for the adrenaline of racing down the street at a blinding speed. Nothing made him feel more alive than throwing his life to the hands of fate. Nothing else, that is, until he met Choi San.
As San comes back to his home town, he retraces his memories with Wooyoung.
"Oh c'mon, you know you're my favorite."
They all have their opinions to impress on Wooyoung when they realize.
“You’re too optimistic,” they offer him like Wooyoung is desperate for advice. “You’re just setting yourself up to get your heart broken.”
But if loving San makes him too optimistic, then Wooyoung is content to be the most stupidly optimistic person in the world.
Wooyoung hates phone calls and talking on the phone, he prefers texting. San always calls him at night before bed.
The whole “Friends with benefits” thing had started their sophomore year of college when one too many drinks had become involved, and when San had whispered into Wooyoung’s ear, “Did you know that I had a dream of you fucking the living daylights out of me on my kitchen counter?”
San and Wooyoung were pretty much inseparable for all of high school. There were sleepovers and stargazing until San found more beauty in his best friend than the stars. When Wooyoung left for college before San did, San began to fall apart. Not only did his life go to shambles without his best friend, but his mental health deteriorated as well. For a while now he's been battling the thoughts in his head that tell him he's not good enough for the world.
Is it chance that Wooyoung is working at the cafe San goes to one night? Luck? Fate? Can he help his best friend get out of the dark place in his head? Will they come to realize their true feelings for each other?
AKA Wooyoung helps San fight his depression, but it's soft.
So, yes; San definitely had to do this for him. Had to coax him out of the void of the black fabric to wipe the tears of frustration from his reddened face, had to gently scoop him up and carry him outside to change while San packed up his bags. Had to hold him in his arms on the entire walk home, as though fearful that Wooyoung would break if he let go, as though he would fall apart right underneath San’s careful watch.
San did all this, gladly, lovingly, pretending his own heart did not break just a little bit more with every time he heard Wooyoung sniffle.
“Mark me, Wooyoung,” San says, feeling breathless and too hot, and Wooyoung draws him close, pressing his lips to the skin of San’s neck, exhaling shakily.
After seven years, Wooyoung finally writes to San.
In the middle of it all, in the middle of the ever-changing world of idols, in the middle of the unpredictable highs and lows, in the middle of all the ruckus, was Jung Wooyoung.
Jung Wooyoung, an enigma that Choi San could somehow never get enough of.
“Wooyoung, I’m sorry,” San wails from outside the bathroom. Wooyoung knows San’s groveling, although he’s not too sure whether it’s because Wooyoung kneed him really hard in the balls, or because San’s really sorry about trying to make out with him in his sleep. Probably both.
Yeah, Wooyoung might be a genius on paper- but he is also a fucking idiot. San’s, idiot.
Or
“I like spit.” Wooyoung murmurs pulling back from San, a thick trail leaving in their wake. San giggles, “I see that.”
“So is it okay if I spit on our dicks?”
San got inside of Wooyoung's closet in an attempt to scare him, things don't go as planned.
then, and only then, for the first time since he met the young man lying beside him, did wooyoung acknowledge that the concern swirling in his chest was rooted in something deeper than the title ‘best friend.’
The moon still gleams her silver across window panes, the sun still rises, tipping a dusky apricot over tree tops and skin, and the Blue Mesa Reservoir still washes up the shells that hum beneath the surface in their dark oasis. The world did not stop and mourn for San- It kept spinning. Spinning her wheel, coalescing all the lost stars, indigos of the night, and the wet tears of rain.
Or
“Why would I date Yeosang?”
San looked confused, “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because I have yo-” Wooyoung stopped himself.
Oh.
San’s eyes were dark in the dim light of the bronze streetlamps and he could of swore he saw determination in San’s soft cheeks- the rosy hue still prominent.
“In case you have forgotten, Wooyoung, I am dead.”
Well, that was certainly a problem.
“San,” he announces, “your morning wood is digging into my ass.”
“Then do somethin’ about it,” San challenges, voice sleepy and muffled.
“Ha ha,” Wooyoung replies, sarcastic. “Funny.”
some things were just more interesting, is all.
wooyoung is more than just a prostitute for san. he is san’s home, his sanctuary.
It's been twenty years but Wooyoung still remembers it like it was yesterday. Because warm water is related to Choi San, and Choi San taught him about an ardent love.
He was his summer love.
I just want you to move on, and be happy.
San worked at a convenience store, a job that allowed him to daydream about a regular named Wooyoung who would come and buy soju more often than not.
San wants to retort something, but he’s so caught off guard that he just stares at Wooyoung. “Stop flirting with me,” he says.
“Or what? You’ll handcuff me?” Wooyoung runs his finger along San’s jaw, eyes on his mouth. “Because I’m into that.”
or: san is one of the youngest, most capable agents in his unit. if only wooyoung wouldn't be so fucking difficult to arrest.
Not matter how many years has passed, or how many years will pass until the day of his death, Choi San always wakes up to the sound of his soulmate song as if it is his first time listening to it.
Wooyoung hates horror movies. At least he has San to protect him, or maybe he's more of a distraction.
San knows nothing about love. But he knows a lot about loving Wooyoung.
In which San gets glasses and Wooyoung has a Big Gay Crisis about it.
other ships
choi san/park seonghwa
There's nothing San hates more than the way Seonghwa walks like the world is his own runway. Well, maybe the fact that they have to kiss four times a week for the next three months is about to top that.
jeong yunho/song mingi
Yunho has always been a bright delivery boy, it’s just his thing. A happy smile, a couple of positive words, and the definition of customer service like no other.
Now all he needs to know is why the tall redhead at the pizza place up the street keeps glaring at him.
jeong yunho/choi san
It began in high school, with the scraggly boy who showed up in tattered clothes and fire in his eyes. From his safety pinned backpack straps to the frayed bottoms of his jeans, his lot in life was easy to assess. Other children avoided him; some even whispered behind their hands. They made no effort to speak with him, despite his friendly smile and clear intention at making friends. Such a bright light on the cusp of flickering out.
or,
Yunho never expected falling in love would hurt this bad.
Starting a new life is not easy whether you are moving to a new city or a new dimension; whether you are starting college or desperately want to be human. There is something similar in all of that.
apr 15 2020 +