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it wasn’t unbelievable that san found himself lonely.
his life had been hectic over the past year. he’d been working a lot, and while he had groupmates to spend time with, he still found himself lacking something. seonghwa was touchy, but never would san be able to view him as anything but a brother. jongho was always locked away with hongjoong and yeosang, watching movies together, and mingi and yunho ended up too wrapped up in their crime show binges to pay san any mind. not that he was upset or frustrated at that, he understood. after a long day of schedules, it makes sense that they’d only want to do things that they want to do.
san did too, but the way it turned out had him alone in his shared room with yunho too many times, laying in his bed and reading or listening to the top 100 on melon.
he also spent some time on an app he wasn’t proud of having on his phone. quite a bit of time, to be exact. he’d downloaded a dating app a long span of time prior, only visiting in on the app when he was feeling particularly lonely.
he was careful about it though. he had a setting that only allowed him to be viewed by others if he liked them first, and he only was shown guys. most conversations with his matches were always friendly. a couple were trying to get off, but san honestly didn’t care. he would stop responding, and manually remove the match.
if he was asked, he had it only for trying to find friends. but honestly, his original intentions were a relationship.
fast forward a couple months.
the last thing san expected to see, scrolling through his dating app recommendations, was an amazingly familiar name. and face.
the name WOO YOUNG glared at him through the screen, an image of his best friend immediately listed behind the name. san stared at the screen, the image of wooyoung, wearing all black with a peace sign and a smoldering expression stirring something in san.
again, if you asked san, he’d say it was nothing, that he felt nothing. in all honesty, he knew well that his best friend was attractive, and he’d be lying if he said he never imagined dating him. for fuck’s sake, they lived together. they interacted constantly. it’s most definitely a thought that’s crossed san’s mind.
but, out of wonder more than anything else, san continued to stare at his screen before panicking and super-liking wooyoung’s profile.
he then immediately closed his phone. it took a few minutes of san laying on his bed, not even considering giving his phone a look, before the notification popped up on his screen.
you’ve got a new match! see who it is now!
“fuck,” san whispered to himself, slowly typing in his passcode.
unlocking the phone, the dating app was still open. it immediately notified him:
you & woo young are a match!
he just stared at his screen for a few seconds, holding his breath, before tapping on the 'message' option. he held his phone in his hands above his head, having no idea what to type. what to say.
“san?” he heard from outside his bedroom door a couple minutes later, and he panicked, pulling his blankets over his head and pretending he was asleep. it wouldn’t be unbelievable.
the door opened, wooyoung stepping into the bedroom. he slipped off his slippers and sat on the side of san’s bed, staring at the lump of covers. san couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel wooyoung’s eyes on him. wooyoung coughed.
“so, super-like, huh?”
san rolled over, flopping his arm so that his blanket uncovered his face. he stared at wooyoung, who stared back expectantly.
“you were the one who swiped right on me after that, though,” san said groggily. “i have bad thumbs. the super-like was an accident.”
wooyoung licked his lips, staring at san. he swallowed, and san felt sweat gathering at the back of his neck. his palms started getting sweaty too. the blankets were too much at the moment, fuck.
“well, damn. okay.” wooyoung said, “great excuse.”
san exhaled, staring back at wooyoung.
“you’re sure it was an accident?”
san bit his lip.
“no,” san said, “i’m not sure.”
“so it could’ve been on purpose?” wooyoung responded, tilting his head only slightly to the side. the way he was looking at san made san feel guilty for lying. the way he was looking at san felt genuine, like he had a flicker of hope. san never expected something like that from wooyoung. he never would have expected to be in this situation with wooyoung in the first place.
san finally nodded, and wooyoung’s eyes lit up a bit, but another thought crossed his mind that darkened them again just a moment later.
“it’s not just because we already are friends that you did that, right, san?”
san found himself defenseless. this was so unexpected, so odd, so uncomfortable. he fidgeted with the edge of his blanket, finally sitting himself upright.
san shook his head. “it’s...it’s not because we’re already friends.”
a wave of goosebumps rolled through san’s body as he saw wooyoung lean near him too quickly for him to process.
before he knew it, wooyoung’s lips were pressed against his. the feeling of kissing wooyoung was only something he’d imagined. the fact that it was happening was so odd, he didn’t close his eyes, he just stared at the face in front of him in shock.
wooyoung’s lips felt comfortable, like the connection in this moment was everything san could have ever hoped for.
and as quickly as it had began, it ended. wooyoung pulled away, and left. san sat there in his room, staring at the open door, unable to move.
before he heard the dorm's front door shut, wooyoung loudly said, "i'm sorry, san," in an apologetic tone.
san just stared at the door, then stared at his bed where wooyoung was just sat, and then pulled his hand up to his lips and sighed.
fuck.