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“what did you do to wonwoo?” is the first thing seokmin asks him when he walks into the kitchen the next day.
soonyoung freezes in the doorway, eyes wide as he looks at his friend and seokmin only stares back. he has no clue what to say; he doesn’t really want to explain that they nearly kissed yesterday, though given seokmin’s tone, he probably already knows. in the end he settles for just shrugging, avoiding seokmin’s gaze as he walks over to his cupboard and pulls out a jar of marshmallow spread.
“i’m serious soonyoung, what happened yesterday?” his tone is more serious than soonyoung has ever heard it and he sighs as he sits down at the counter.
“did he not already tell you?” soonyoung asks before taking a heaped spoonful of fluff and shoving it into his mouth. seokmin shakes his head and soonyoung groans, head lolling to the side as before he sits upright again. “we uh- we had a moment after class yesterday and i might have.. run away like a little bitch when we were interrupted.”
this time it’s seokmin’s turn to sigh and he claps a hand down on soonyoung’s shoulder. “don’t get me wrong, i love you bro, but my god you’re fucking stupid sometimes.” soonyoung doesn’t even bothering arguing, instead nodding in resignation. “wonwoo was literally dead at revision last night, he didn’t even smile when mingyu fell off his chair. please, i beg off you, don’t be a pussy and go get your man.”
soonyoung groans again and he drops his jar of fluff onto the counter before dropping his head down next to it, cheek smushing against the table top. “but what am i supposed to do?”
“just do everything you did yesterday, except maybe don’t run away this time.” seokmin’s hand moves up from his shoulder to ruffle his hair and soonyoung lets out a heavy breath. “he’s in his room right now and we both know he has a free afternoon today so use that time wisely.”
soonyoung hums, and he lets seokmin pet him a bit longer before taking in a deep breath and getting up off his seat. he doesn’t bother putting the fluff back in his cupboard, just hands it over to seokmin instead and then he’s heading out of the kitchen and towards wonwoo’s bedroom. he stands in front of the door for almost a minute before he knocks, psyching himself up, and the few seconds it takes for wonwoo to open the door feels like centuries.
the first thing soonyoung notes are that wonwoo’s eye bags are more pronounced than usual. his hair is ruffled, lips downturned and soonyoung feels like a piece of shit.
“hey wonu, can we- can i talk to you?” he asks, voice way shakier than intended and wonwoo waits a solid ten seconds before sighing and moving to the side to let soonyoung into his room.
unlike usual, there are clothes all over the floor and soonyoung is careful to step over them as he moves to perch on the end of wonwoo’s bed. wonwoo sits at the other end, knees pulled up against his chest and soonyoung desperately tries not to think about how wonwoo is purposefully sat as far away from him as possible.
it’s silent between them for a minute or so. soonyoung’s hands fidget in his lap as he tries to figure out what to say and he can feel wonwoo’s eyes on him. it’s unsettling but he knows that he can’t complain because this is his fault.
“i’m sorry,” is what he ends up saying, eyes moving up to meet wonwoo’s. “i’m really sorry for running yesterday. everything got a bit too real, a bit too fast and when you crowded me like that it was overwhelming and i know i shouldn’t have run away, i should’ve just spoken to you instead but i-” his voice cracks, “i didn’t do that and i’m sorry.”
when wonwoo doesn’t say anything back, soonyoung balks. he ducks his head back down, hands fisting in his joggers and wills himself not to run, though after a minute passes, that plan is gaining appeal.
“do you like me?”
wonwoo’s voice is rough when it breaks the silence and soonyoung’s head darts up to stare at the boy. his expression is bare, vulnerable, like he’s putting himself entirely on display and soonyoung is getting choked up.
“do you like me?” he asks again when soonyoung doesn’t respond, voice carrying more weight this time.
soonyoung splutters, fingers flexing as he tries to put his words together. “yes, i do. i really do,” he says and wonwoo’s breath hitches. “i have to be honest, at first i wasn’t sure, i thought i just wanted to fuck around with you but this past week i’ve spent more time dreaming about going on dates with you than i have fucking you so, yeah. i like you.”
wonwoo laughs and god, soonyoung feels all the tension melt out of his body at the sound. he reaches out a hand, wiggling his fingers so soonyoung gets the idea, and soonyoung smiles, letting wonwoo pull him up the bed so that he’s sat cross legged amongst wonwoo’s pillows.
he lets out a stuttered breath when wonwoo climbs onto his lap, legs wrapping around his waist and hands cupping his face oh so gently. “you aren’t gonna run away this time, are you?” wonwoo asks, already leaning in.
“no, never,” soonyoung mumbles back, eyes already closed in anticipation and he moans, deep and content, when wonwoo’s lips finally press against his.
soonyoung will admit, he hasn’t kissed a lot of people in his life (read: 2) and so he doesn’t have much to compare it to, but this is hands down the best kiss he’s ever had. wonwoo’s lips are amazingly soft and the way that he whimpers when soonyoung’s tongue licks at the seam of his lower lip is heavenly. soonyoung kisses him over and over, desperately trying to drag more sounds out of him and he’s rewarded when he accidentally bites at wonwoo’s lip and he whines, pulling away to catch his breath.
his cheeks are flushed, eyes lidded and hazy and lips parted as he breathes in, looking like he’s come straight out of one of soonyoung’s dreams and god soonyoung is melting. it only gets better when wonwoo grinds against him, both of their breaths hitching when his half-hard dick presses up against soonyoung’s abdomen.
“soonyoung ah, please,” he whines, hips rolling against him and soonyoung genuinely has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. “please, touch me, i’ve waited for so long. please, please.” he’s practically begging and that’s what sends soonyoung over the edge.
his hands settle on wonwoo’s hips and he rolls them over, pressing wonwoo down against the sheets as he settles in between his legs and wonwoo squirms under him, hands reaching up to paw at soonyoung’s chest.
“soonyoung, soonyoung, fuck- soonyoung please,” he mewls as soonyoung leans down to kiss at his jaw, head tilting to the side and hands dropping to fist at the sheets. “bite me, please soonyoung ah, wanna see your mark on me.”
soonyoung doesn’t need to be told twice and he doesn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into the crook of wonwoo’s neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and wonwoo’s whole body shakes, back arching off the bed. he’s begging under his breath for more and hell if soonyoung isn’t gonna give it to him.
he keeps his mouth moving on wonwoo’s neck, leaving a trail of hickies up the side of his neck, whilst his hands slide down wonwoo’s body. wonwoo’s already a blabbering mess, his body twitching every time soonyoung nips at his neck, so when soonyoung’s hand wraps around his cock, he basically melts against the sheets. soonyoung’s hand is so warm, gripping him just tight enough as he jacks him off and wonwoo is so wanton, so loud as he whines and begs for soonyoung to keep going.
“so good for me wonu, so so good,” soonyoung coos, licking a stripe up wonwoo’s neck before pressing a kiss to the corner of wonwoo’s lips. “i can’t tell you how many dreams i’ve had about this."
wonwoo cries out at this, hips bucking up into soonyoung’s hand and he’s so so close already. his begging picks up as his orgasm builds and only a few more minutes pass before he sobs, shooting over his stomach and soonyoung’s fist.
soonyoung grounds him through the whole thing, alternating between kissing him gently and whispering sweet nothings against his cheek and wonwoo feels like he’s floating. he pulls soonyoung down against him, uncaring of the come squished between them, and he wraps his arms around soonyoung’s shoulders, nuzzling his head under his jaw.
eventually they have to pull apart, but soonyoung doesn’t go far, reaching to the end of wonwoo’s bed to grab some tissues before coming back and crawling over wonwoo. he cleans them both up, tucks wonwoo back into his jeans and then he’s flopping off of him and pulling wonwoo to curl up against his side.
“do you- do you need help too?” wonwoo asks, voice still a little shaky, and as much as soonyoung would love to get wonwoo’s hands on him, he also doesn’t wanna rush this. this isn’t just a sex thing anymore, wonwoo actually like likes him and soonyoung is gonna savour every moment of this.
“next time wonu,” he replies and wonwoo nods against his chest, before throwing a hand over soonyoung’s waist and letting his eyes close.
“next time sounds good.”