San's room

@❀ Choi San Wooyoung let out a frustrated huff as his hair fell back into his eyes almost as soon as he had finished combing them back off his forehead. It was a habit he had, and one that proved multiple times to do nothing more than momentarily leave the strands suspended in some kind of limbo before they returned to his forehead and in his eyes. It wasn’t that he really wasn’t happy with how his hair was styled, or even that it was annoying him having the light strands constantly in his eyes unless he put the effort into styling it. But therein laid the problem, most days he was just too lazy to put the part in place and keep the hair back for a majority of the day. He couldn’t gel it too much in times like this because he still felt the need to run his fingers through his hair even when it wasn’t tickling his eyelashes.

Today was one of the days he hadn’t been bothered at all. He’d barely put effort into his appearance for the day, just enough to look presentable but not his best, and it had shown. Wooyoung wasn’t completely oblivious to the way his looks got him things, he wasn’t the most attractive but it was amazing what happened when you were confident and a little flirty and your face looked as good as he made sure his looked. He was average on a good day but often abused makeup to up that a little more before doing even the simplest tasks. On days where he had the effort to do himself up properly, he was sure he pushed his average up to an 8 at least and with confidence a smile and a wink he could get, mostly, anything he desired. Mostly.

There were always exceptions. Hardasses, people who were straight, people who thought he was a creep. Those were the people he really hated. They often put him in a mood that was hard to climb out of. Sometimes it just went into a normal depression, a hatred of himself and how he presented to the world that often required a little coddling to fix. Or he could go more aggressive, a desire to punish the person for thinking so lowly of him. Now he’d never voiced these to anyone before and he certainly didn’t go around putting barista’s in their place, but he did have somewhere he could go when both sides beat him down. Like every other day that had happened, Wooyoung found himself drifting through corridors his mind focused on where he was supposed to be going and trying to forget the lack of enthusiasm he’d received throughout the day.

He didn’t think it was hard to just accept a person for the flaws they normally hid behind makeup. He lowered his hand down from where it was still floating in space from moving his hair to gently brush over the right side of his lower lip roughly where he knew the mole was. It hadn’t ever been a cause of problems from people but it was something that often made Wooyoung feel a little worse about himself, and when he already felt down it was only going to intensify the hatred for it. It was hardly even obvious most of the time, but still, its where Wooyoung’s mind when and it’s where it was going to say, for now. He let his hand drop completely as he came to stop in front of the door before him glancing at the card in his head with a number and a name before turning his attention back to the door and what he would find behind it.

This was a new person for him, someone new to play with and to hopefully to lift his mood enough that he felt he could face the world tomorrow… with more makeup on of course. He shook the thought from his mind once again checking that he wasn’t too early nor late before knocking gently against the door and clearing his throat as he waited.

((Sorry that took so long and that its crap… I have a habit of rambling a little in starters :P))