Wooyoung
The dinner with San went well, very well. But now she wanted to meet the rest of my friends and I was just...worried. Which was ridiculous because I was on San's ass the other day for being worried for the exact same thing.
San and her seemed like they got along really well, I wasn't sure what they talked about but when I got back from the bathroom they played off of each other, going after their main focus to tease- me.
I parted ways with my mom, going back home with San and he spent the night reassuring me that things went well and that he liked her.
Since then, the three of us have hung out more and even made it the four of us when I finally got to introduce San to Kyungmin.
I looked around the house, San and Jongho offering it up because their parents had to go to an event in another town so they were gone for the night.
I didn't know why I was obsessing over everything so much, things didn't need to be perfect. Knowing my mom, she'd be fine with anything.
I felt arms wrap around my waist, tugging me back into a chest. The touch immediately helped soothe me, making me let out a long breath. "She's your mother, Wooyoung. Not the president. I don't think you have to be so anxious."
"I just want things to go well." I said.
"They will. She loves you, and so do your friends. We just all want you to be happy." His mouth was right beside my ear, it sending chills down my body.
"She wants to be more involved in my life, you know? I want that. I want to be able to see my brother more often too. He's gotten so big and I feel like I've missed out on so much."
"She wants to be in your life, that's true. So you don't have to worry so much about making that happen. She's already accepted the fact that you're gay. What else do you have to worry about with her?" He asked.
He was right, I knew he was right.
There was a knock at the front door and it made me smile a little, "See? It wasn't just me!"
San rolled his eyes, going to the door and opening it.
"I brought wine, I don't know if any of you drink wine but I thought I should bring something." She said, still in the doorway.
"We have a couple of wine drinkers here, don't worry." San said, taking the bottle from her and moving to the side. "Was it hard to find?"
"I'll be honest, I got lost for a second there." She chuckled, "I thought I was in the wrong neighborhood."
"Really? Were my directions bad?" San asked and it made me laugh.
"Don't worry worry about it." I said, my mom smiling knowingly. We came from a similar background even if she had a period of time in her life where she lived in an area like this, that time had been long forgotten.
San put the white wine in the fridge, which I thought bringing white wine was a good call instead of red.
I think most of us were beer drinkers or shot people.
Seonghwa came in, a little timidly but with a gentle smile on his face. "Mom, meet the group mother." I said, gesturing to Hwa.
He scowled at me before turning his attention back to my mom who was chuckling. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Jung."
"Please don't call me that, just call me Dae." She replied, matching his smile.
Once my mom found out that all of my friends were in some sort of relationship with each other, she thought it was really cute so she kept asking questions. And just like me...she didn't know when to stop.
Luckily none of them seemed uncomfortable, most of them were fine sharing things especially since most of them were out of the closet.
"When did you realize you had a crush on him?" My mom asked, sipping on her wine, it clearly having affected her.
Seonghwa blushed a little but didn't avoid it, Hongjoong sat up, interested and San smiled as if he remembered. "So..." He chuckled nervously. "San and Hongjoong were friends before I met Hongjoong, they were in the same major so they were around each other pretty often. I guess..." He looked at San in question and San nodded.
He sighed, putting his drink on the table and shifted in my arms. "I guess I had talked about Seonghwa a lot, we have been friends for a while so. Anyway, we were walking to our studio when some asshole that apparently knew of Seonghwa outed him and said some...fucked up shit. It was bad, and before I could really do anything about it, Hongjoong was beating the shit out of the guy."
I scoffed, looking at Hongjoong, "I didn't know you were such a romantic, Joong! You usually don't resort to violence."
"I always resort to violence." He countered, cocking an eyebrow.
"Not towards random people." I said, a smile on my lips.
"You guys hadn't met before that?" My mom asked and Joong shook his head.
"I don't know, I mean San has told some people off before but I guess I never really had someone defend me like that. And then I actually met him and it didn't help the crush from forming. I don't condone violence or anything-"
"Unless it's Hongjoong" I said, earning a small slap from him which made me giggle.
"It's not the answer until it is." My mom said, sitting back which earned a look of surprised from Hwa.
"You fought a lot of people." I said, laughing. "Made out of brass knuckles and shards of glass."
"I'm a fast learner." She shrugged.
"Is that why you used to always fight people?" Jongho asked, making San straighten.
"Hey, I learned it from somewhere. I always ended up on top so it all worked out." My mom gave me a small high five.
"That's my boy." She said.
San looked at me, now interested. "You got into fights?"
"Mm. I didn't have the best temper early on." I said, tightening my grip around him. "You would've hated me back then."
He leaned back, "I doubt that. I can be into bad boys."
"Aww...you guys are disgusting." Jongho sighed, making me laugh.
The night continued to go well, and it had erased all of the worries I had previously. This is all I wanted. I just wanted my two separate family's to meet and love each other just like I loved them.
The month passed by quietly, and after awhile I got tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was just content with San.
I stole the chip bag from San, shifting on the couch so he couldn't take it back even though he made no move to. "Are your parents coming home tonight?" I asked.
His dad was constantly working and going on business trips, a lot of those trips gave us more time to have the house to ourselves because Jongho liked to hang out at Yeosang's dorm.
He finally took the bag from me once I was done with it, putting it on the coffee table. "Yeah, they're coming back tomorrow morning."
"Oh, really?" I asked, moving so I was now positioned over his lap. "So that means we have the house all to ourselves and we have time. What should we do?"
"Let's build a fort." He muttered, clearly joking but it still made me roll my eyes.
"Okay, we'll definitely be doing that later but for right now...I want this." I kissed him, relaxing at his touch.
I worked at the buttons of his shirt, hurriedly taking it off, feeling my hands over his chest. I was never going to get over the feeling of him and how attractive I found him. I was too far gone in everything San that I didn't pay attention to anything else, already moving to pull my own shirt off.
"OH MY GOD!"
I wasn't even thinking before I acted, falling off San and onto the ground, hitting my head onto the edge of the coffee table.
Fuck!
I looked up to see someone I vaguely recognized as Jongho's mother, looking horrified and frozen in her place. Beside her was San's dad, his expression unreadable.
San had already put his shirt on, standing up, and staring back at them with more fear I ever saw him carry.
"What...what is going on?" She breathed, looking like she might throw up.
I was still on my spot on the floor, looking like a fucking idiot
"We were just watching a movie." San said, ready to pass out. I could feel the sentiment.
"With your tongues down each other's throat?" She snapped, glaring at him.
"Leave." San said, looking at me.
I stared up at him, still in a state of shock.
"Now."
I clenched my jaw, grabbing my shoes and dodging his parents before escaping out of the door.
I hadn't realized I was walking barefoot or that it felt like it was about to rain, I hadn't really focused on anything as I walked. Not even when warm tears were pouring down my cheeks or when I started getting drenched by the rain.
It was too late before I realized I had left my phone and I couldn't go back now, I couldn't call any of my friends or my mom, I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going so now I was completely lost, soaked and in the dark.
I completely broke down, crying so hard I thought for a second I'd throw up. I felt so embarrassed and fucking stupid, and even though I knew the situation San was put in, it still hurt the way he told me to leave.
I just wanted to go home.
But I had realized I had just left it alone with his parents.