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San’s fingers hover over the doorknob. He glances at Wooyoung, searching his face like a mirror. “Are we forgetting anything?”
Wooyoung stares at him, then gives a helpless laugh, high, nervous, cracked right down the middle. “Probably everything.”
A beat passes. And then San does something that stops them both: he reaches out, cups Wooyoung’s face in both hands, and kisses him. Firm, certain, not rushed. Just full. Full of the years that led them here. Full of fear, of wonder, of love, stretching out ahead of them like a road they’ve never walked but already believe in.
When they pull apart, Wooyoung’s eyes are wet.
San’s thumb brushes the corner of his mouth. “Let’s go meet her.”
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san and wooyo get to bring their baby girl home
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“I…” Wooyoung starts, his voice breaking even more as the words tumble from his lips, but it’s like he can’t stop himself now. “I saw her, I held her, she looked like you. She was so beautiful, San-ah, so small. And she was—she was just in here. And I—” His voice breaks off at the end, and he doesn’t want to know what San’s thinking.
“She looked like me?” His voice is quiet, cautious, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment entirely.
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Wooyoung’s not sure he ever really sees him.
Still, he smiles. Because that’s what they do. That’s what he does.
He performs joy like he’s rehearsed it for weeks. He laughs like he can’t feel the bruise blooming in his chest. And when someone asks them to pose for a photo, he slips easily into place beside Yunho, peace sign up, grin wide, one foot tilted off the ground like he’s weightless.
He doesn’t glance back. He doesn’t have to.
He can feel the distance, not in feet or minutes, but in all the things they used to say without speaking, and all the things they don’t anymore.
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san and wooyo just missed each other and they have i fucking can't live without you sex
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20 Oct 2025
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“Please,” San whispers, so faint it barely stirs the air between them. His lips barely move against Wooyoung’s hair. “Let’s go.”
This time, Wooyoung tilts his head back just enough for their skin to meet, forehead sliding down until it presses flush against San’s. Warmth against warmth. His eyes flick up, catching the edge of San’s face, too flushed, too pale at once, and the smile he gives is small, private, meant for no one else. A promise folded into the curve of his lips.
“Okay,” Wooyoung murmurs, voice pitched low and steady. Then, louder, with a brightness that sounds practiced now, he calls out to Yeosang. “We’ll see you in the morning, Yeosangie.”
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san is drunk and desperate and just wants wooyo
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11 Oct 2025
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It started innocently enough, Joss lies to himself. Gawin always smells good. He favors expensive, subtle colognes that linger on his skin and when he’s slightly sweaty, the scents combine into something so heady Joss goes a little feral every time Gawin gets close.
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03 Oct 2025