come what may

San feels fidgety. He has been walking back and forth ever since his lunch with Wooyoung. Of course, it was a normal lunch for everyone, but he couldn't help but think, was he sweeter than usual? San couldn't grasp the situation he is in right now.

He buried his face in his palms, thinking about what was happening in his head. Why is he so nervous around the younger? Why is he so distant? Why does he feel chilly when near him? There were tons of questions in his head, yet all remained unanswered.

"Fuck. Why does a college student feel this way? I'm too mature for this," He heavily exhaled, running his palms on his face. San is a chill person, everyone in their family knows that, yet here he is, panicking at the sight or memory of someone he knew for only a month.

The man just grunted and decided to get his textbooks from his lockers. He'd rather review for their test than waste his time thinking about something bizarre; he might lose his mind. San sighed once again. Many students might think he's frustrated or something, that's what he thinks.

Just as he was about to leave the locker area, the man causing him a headache came.

"Sannie! Did you hear? Mingi's organization is doing well!" Wooyoung exclaimed, smiling brightly at the elder. San, as he heard the news, smiled. At last, Mingi would not struggle anymore.

"Really?! That's amazing! How, though? Yesterday, he was just struggling to find students to participate." San asked, hugging his three thick textbooks. "I don't doubt Mingi at all! I just want to know where a bunch of students came from." He added, trying not to sound offensive or rude.

Wooyoung giggled, and San's heart did its thing. It jumped up to his ribcage, wanting to be set free, but San thinks it's irrational. The elder smiled and looked at the younger fondly.

"Weeeell! It's me. I was the one who recruited these students. I knew some of them! Some of them are recruited by the people I recruited, and some are just nature lovers," Wooyoung shared, smiling all through out, feeling proud of himself. Although he was feared as the feared student in the university, there are still people who saw the good in him—in short, it was Hongjoong and Seonghwa who helped him in recruiting, too.

San giggled, "That's amazing, Woo!" He replied, making Wooyoung happy.

"Anyways, are you heading to your Purposive Communication class?" The younger inquired, sparing a glance at San's textbooks. The elder nodded in response, "I have a test in Survey of English and American Literature later, so I brought these books with me," San stated softly, his voice was not just gentle, it was laced with gentleness and softness.

Pink tint started to spread onto his cheeks when he realized how he had talked to the other. "Okay! Good luck, Sannie! Sorry, I couldn't be much of help," The younger sheepishly smiled. The other shook his head and responded, "It's.. It's alright. I can handle it."

San couldn't explain, but there was a slight change in his voice when he answered Wooyoung, and it scared him. In his last reply, he tried his very best not to speak so gently or softly. He isn't talking to a child, yet there was an urge inside him to speak so gently to Wooyoung.

"Got to go now, Woo! See you later!" San exclaimed, running in the opposite direction to get to his class. His tinted pink blush spreads across his face as he runs towards his class. He was now starting to get embarrassed by how he had acted earlier.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, did not notice San's pink face, or else he would've probed him about it. The younger smiled and decided to get his notebook from his locker.

"I hate my Modern Physics class." He muttered under his breath, looking at his books. The black-haired man breathes out as he walks towards his own class.

The classes are already dismissed, and the students are now ready to go home. Wooyoung was silently walking down the hallway, with no idea of San's whereabouts. He had already chatted with him four minutes before the end of his class, yet he hadn't gotten any response.

"I wonder where he is," Wooyoung murmured. He pouted at the thought that maybe the elder had left, but he wouldn't do that, wouldn't he? The younger neglected his thoughts and continued to walk.

Reaching the main building's exit, he sighed as there were still no signs of San. Has he already left? Or had he forgotten to check his phone? Wooyoung looked around in hopes to see the presence of seeing someone, but to no avail, he couldn't see him anywhere.

Dejected, Wooyoung heavily dragged his feet towards the university's entrance to leave. Maybe San had forgotten him. As he was turning towards his house, he heard loud footsteps running towards him from the back.

"Woo! I'm here! I fell asleep in the auditorium," San shouted, breathless. He was panting heavily in every word. Wooyoung halted as he heard San's voice; turned his back and waited for the latter.

The younger chuckles, the feeling of displeasure leaving him. "You're such a sleepy head," Wooyoung laughed, earning a smile from the elder.

After catching his breath, San held Wooyoung's wrist and dragged him. The elder's heart was beating fast, jumping in joy as he heard the younger giggle as they ran.

The Choi came home, satisfied with what he had done earlier. His heart beating fast still, his face blushing, and his lips quivering, but he still manages to smile. He doesn't know what to do; should he accept this weird feeling and explore it? Or leave them as it is?

"Welcome home, mi amor," Haerin welcomed San, and the latter jumped into his mother's arms. It was all he needed for all those exhausting days. Exhausted from thinking so much about what he feels.

His father, Junhee, walked up to them, hugging. He decided to join in and hugged the two a little tighter.

The three of them parted, and his mother looked at him, worried. She cannot read San's face. Sure, he is smiling, but it looks forced. "Is there something wrong, mi amor?" Haerin questioned, her voice full of worry, "You've been feeling down a lot these past few days. What's the problem?" She added, looking at San, frowning.

Junhee frowns; he hasn't seen San's face like this. He would always arrive home smiling from ear to ear, sharing everything about his day.

Their son sighed. "Can we talk about it later?" San requests, his voice soft and trailing off. He gave his parents an assuring smile, to which they replied with a nod and hum.

San left his parents downstairs and walked to his bedroom. He felt his heart beating loudly; not because he was in love, but because he was deadly afraid. Will his parents accept him? Though he is unsure of his feelings for Wooyoung, he had long discovered his sexuality.

He knew he was a gay man. He found out when he was 15, when his friends in his high school were having crushes, telling stories about how that girl or this girl makes their heart flutter. However, San did not have this kind of experience, instead, he was busy admiring Yongbok, a childhood friend of his. That's when he knew.

Fear runs through his body, he was starting to overthink the outcomes of the idea of him telling his parents the truth.

An hour later, Haerin and Junhee were still in the living room, waiting for their son to talk to them.

"What do you think, mon cherri? I think San is asleep," Junhee looked at Haerin, who was anticipating San to walk down the stairs. She sighed, "Let's wait a bit, mon amour, hmm?" She softly said, her demeanor soft as ever. The man just smiled and nodded. How can he refuse her?

Seven minutes after the conversation, San went down, his heart dropping at the sight of his parents. Is he really admitting it? He breathes out, forcing a big smile.

"There you are, mi amor. Come and sit with us," Haerin lovingly called, scooting a little to give space for his child. Junhee looked at him as he sat between his wife and him. San was silent. Very silent to the liking of his parents.

San exhaled heavily, he lifted his head, "Mama, papa. Can you not be mad after what I will say?" He asked, his eyes glimmering with tears that had been forming. His nose was already red, and his hands were slightly shaking.

Junhee and Haerin nodded, their eyes were nothing but gentle as they looked at San.

San coughed, "I came here to tell that..." He breathed, struggling to continue, his tears were threatening to fall out. Haerin looked at him, listening. "I am not... attracted to girls... woman... basically to my opposite gender..." San trails off, the volume of his voice slowly lowering as he looks at his parents.

There was a minute of silence, and it scared San. His heart was pounding so hard, he felt like it wanted to leave his body.

Haerin engulfed San in a hug, a tight one.

"Oh, mi amor! I am so happy. I am so glad that you were able to tell us," Haerin stated, her voice cracking yet soft. Junhee sighed, smiling. San's heart pounds even more as he hears the sobs of his mother, and as he sees his father's smile.

Junhee joined the two of them, "You're still our baby, San, nonetheless of your sexuality. You are papa and mama's baby, always," His father gently assures, caressing his back to calm him. Haerin and Junhee had the sense that San was about to tell them something by the way he acted a few days ago, which they had prepared for.

San cried, not just the falling of tears, but a weep. San was weeping in his mother's arms, which made Junhee emotional as well.

"We love you always, mi amor, my San, our San." Haerin held San's face and wiped his tears streaming down his face, trying to calm their son. Junhee smiled, "We're always here, alright buddy?" He stated, smiling whilst shedding tears.

San sniffed, "I love you, mama and papa. Thank you for accepting me," He weeps, making Junhee and Haerin laugh. Sure, the extended family of Choi knows how chill he is, but to his parents, he is the most emotional person ever. It's like San is still the baby San they know.

And San's heart was nothing but happy. He was accepted by his parents. He is loved, and he will forever be. His loud cries just signify that he's happy, merry, glad that he is accepted, still loved, and is cherished by his parents.

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a/n: the motivation???? :D so skeri. Anyways, I'm listening to "Call Out My Name" by The Weeknd