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“I don’t feel like going tonight,” Wooseok said, tugging on his own clothes like they didn’t fit him right at all, like he had borrowed them from someone else’s closet.
“Then don’t,” Seungwoo said. “No one is making you, but if you don’t want to, I’ll tell everyone you got food poisoning.”
It was a little late to bail. They were already halfway to the bar when Wooseok’s stomach started to churn with nerves. It was Yohan’s special day. He won a gold medal, and wanted to throw away all of his training by turning his own liver inside out, and he had invited all of his friends to do it with him. Other than Yohan, Seungwoo was the only one Wooseok counted on to be there that he knew, and not that he disliked any of Yohan’s other friends, he just had a difficult time warming up to new people, but that didn’t matter because as they walked closer, the bar sign came into view and there was really no point in turning around then, especially since he had bothered to dress up so nicely.
“How long do you think this will take,” Wooseok said, pulling at a loose thread inside of his pocket, so uncomfortable he couldn’t stand it.
“Just a few hours,” Seungwoo said. “You don’t have to stay all night. A few drinks in, no one will mind if you take a cab home.”
Wooseok hummed. “What about you?”
“I’m going to keep an eye out for him, I guess,” he sighed. “Hangyul at least behaves when I’m around to stop them from lighting anything on fire, but he’s so busy trying to impress him that he’d let Yohan light the match.”
Wooseok nodded, but his mind wandered somewhere else. If Hangyul was there, which, of course, why wouldn’t he be, his other friend would be there, and that was something Wooseok hadn’t considered when he dressed for what could have passed for a dinner among coworkers.
There was something about Seungyoun that made him nervous. There was absolutely nothing straight laced or boring about him, and that made Wooseok feel straight laced and boring himself, but he was nice. He was stupid nice. He never had a bad thing to say about anybody, and he greeted everyone he met warmly, even some so boldly as to hug them directly (not that Wooseok was watching).
Everyone except for Wooseok.
Any time they ran into each other either at these little get togethers or somewhere on the outside away from social constructs, he always greeted him awkwardly, never looking him directly into his eyes and never bothering to strike up a conversation, but he never had a problem talking up a storm with Seungwoo. Or Hangyul. Or Yohan. Or Jinhyuk. Or Byungchan. Or literally anyone else who they met up with. So he accepted that he just didn’t like him, and moved on. That was fair. A lot of people didn’t like him, but it was usually only the people who didn’t take the time to get to know him. The thing was, Seungyoun, the famous social butterfly, never bothered to get to know him either.
“You should smile,” Seungwoo reminded him. “Someone might think you’re pissed off.”
Wooseok laughed, used to hearing about his resting bitch face . “I was just thinking.”
“Good,” he said. “Because you won’t have many opportunities to do that for the rest of the night.”
Wooseok rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to get that drunk.
Wooseok was not a very smart man. He had an above average intelligence, reasonably good sense, and a firm grasp of his own limits, all of which he completely tossed aside the moment he stepped through the door.
They were late, and Wooseok’s nerves were already getting to him. He and Seungwoo had to squeeze through a moderately sized crowd to get to Yohan to tell him they were there, and he wondered to himself how many people he had actually invited.
He was surrounded by people he didn’t know, and judging by the looks of them, they must have been athletes too. He was desperate to see a familiar face, and he quickly learned to be careful what he wished for.
Hangyul saw them first and waved with his free hand with a beer bottle clutched loosely in the other, choosing to celebrate the slow way. Wooseok wasn’t a big fan of beer, preferring sweeter wines that made him feel like he was drinking fruit juice, but he didn’t guess that that was the right place to ask for a glass. Judging by the beeline Seungwoo made for him, they were going to cling to him for the night at least until everyone else started to go home. What Wooseok did not count on, and what he should have counted on, was that only a few steps away, Hangyul’s best friend who wasn’t Yohan lingered nearby, having his own conversation with a few guys Wooseok hadn’t met before. So he knows them too. I guess he does know everybody. Except me.
“Hey, Seungwoo and Wooseok are here,” Hangyul said, slapping him on the back. He turned around, startled, but then his face lit up fast enough that no one else noticed except for Wooseok who was keen on observing him for some reason. His eyes scanned over the top of Wooseok’s head, not even registering that he was there, all the way to Seungwoo who he greeted warmly and enthusiastically. It was one thing to be ignored, but to literally be looked over... it was really too much.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” Wooseok called out to no one, not that anyone was listening, he guessed. And that was where the trouble began, and he was well on his way to making a giant fool of himself.
Wooseok had absolutely no idea where the hell he was. He knew that it was dark, it smelled like cherries and incense, and that he wasn’t in his bed. He was in someone’s bed, and then he remembered that if he was waking up in someone’s bed, he probably did something terribly stupid the night before.
His head was pounding from the hangover and his tongue was swollen two sizes too big for his mouth, and the smell of something that he couldn’t keep down made him want to swallow a whole pack of breath mints. It didn’t matter what mistakes he made, because he was surely on his deathbed. Did it count as his deathbed if it was someone else’s sleeping bed? He would have to ask in the next life because there wasn’t much time left according to how fucking awful he felt.
He raised his hand to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes and noticed something strange. He was in a sweatshirt that was much too large for him and the hand openings were tied at the ends like tiny boxing gloves so that he couldn’t get out. He wasn’t wearing any pants, but he didn’t feel like anything had happened to him. If so, whoever took him home must have had a weird no–hands fetish, and Wooseok decided it was best that he got the hell out of there before he had to answer for it. He hoped for a moment that he had gone home with Seungwoo, but Seungwoo’s room smelled more like Seungwoo. This was a stranger’s bed, and to Wooseok’s horror, he was still in it.
Without the use of his hands, getting out of bed proved to be a challenge. Whoever the owner was apparently slept with way too many blankets and pillows for a decent person, and it made Wooseok feel like he was crawling out of a marshmallow. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that whoever it was had tried to wall him in like a princess locked away in a tower. Wooseok huffed. The person who brought him home was definitely going to get a piece of his mind before giving him an explanation of how he got there in the first place. He couldn’t believe Yohan would have such a friend that would take advantage of one of his closest and dearest friends. It was appalling!
His feet hit the floor, and he almost lost his footing. He was lightheaded from the hangover and probably not in the best position to shout at anyone for the fear that if he opened his mouth too wide, all of his insides would fall out onto the floor.
It took him a while to fiddle with the handle without hands, but he eventually got the door open. The whole apartment was dark, and he wondered if he had gone home with Dracula, but an awful stench hit him that made his stomach flip. Oh god, what is that.
He followed the smell through the apartment, a tied sweater paw covering his nose as it became too strong to breathe through. He wasn’t sure whose back he was staring at, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t going to be happy when he found out.
“Hi,” he said quietly, his throat raw from the night before.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, too brightly, not turning back to him. That voice… that voice… “How bad is your hangover?”
Wooseok groaned in response. He looked over his shoulder at him just enough for Wooseok to see his face, and his knees buckled. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s my house,” Seungyoun laughed. “Go sit down. This will be done in a minute.”
Wooseok did what he was told, only because he wasn’t used to Seungyoun talking to him, and apparently he was inside his house with his hands tied and no pants on. He sat at the small table wedged in the corner and shoved his hands in his lap to help cover himself. As if he couldn’t feel more humiliated.
“Here you go,” he sang cheerfully, his voice an octave too much for someone with a hangover as brutal as his, but he was sure by the smug expression on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. He set the bowl of something liquid and orange that was probably supposed to pass for soup in front of him. “Eat up.”
Wooseok looked at him flatly and blinked.
“What’s wrong,” Seungyoun asked, drawing his mouth into a frown.
He raised his bound arms up and exhaled sharply. Seungyoun broke into a smile and laughed brightly. “Oh right.”
He untied the knots holding Wooseok’s hands hostage, and once he was free, he flexed his cramped fingers and pushed the sleeves to his elbows. “Was this necessary?”
“Yes,” he said, getting up again to get him a bowl of rice to go with the mysterious orange broth. It’s not that he wanted to make things worse for himself, but based on the current state of his attire and the fact that someone who he knew for a fact openly disliked him was making him breakfast, he had to ask.
“Did we…”
“Hmm? Oh no,” he said.
“Oh,” Wooseok said, relieved
“Not for a lack of trying,” he mumbled. Wooseok looked at him in shock. Seungyoun had tried to sleep with him? He caught Wooseok’s expression and clarified. “On your part, not mine.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true!” He defended himself. “Why do you think I had to tie up your sleeves! The second you came through the door, you kept trying to take your clothes off! I had to sit on you to make you put on my sweatshirt because I couldn’t stop you from pulling your own buttons off!”
Wooseok covered his face in horror. He wasn’t ready to believe it. He absolutely would not have believed it. But there’s no way Seungyoun would have known that he had a habit of tearing off his buttons when he was drunk. It wasn’t his fault they got in the way.
“Don’t worry,” Seungyoun added, waving his hand. “I was only joking about the trying. I think you thought you were in your own house.”
Wooseok sighed and rubbed his temple. “Probably.”
“How much do you remember?”
“I vaguely remember going to the bar,” he said, his voice sticking to the back of his throat. “I think I went with Seungwoo.”
Seungyoun looked at him in a way that would have usually accompanied a yikes and gestured towards the bowl. “Hurry up and eat. You look like death.”
“Thanks,” he said, sticking a spoon into the broth and cutting through a thick layer of oil he wasn’t sure he trusted. He scowled. “What is this?”
“It’s hangover soup,” he said like it was obvious, but it didn’t look like any hangover soup Wooseok had eaten before. It was too… viscous. “It’s an old family recipe, but you better eat it before it gets cold.”
“Aren’t you going to have any?”
Seungyoun shook his head. “I’m not hungover.”
Wooseok huffed. It was going to be as gross as he expected, but if he had been even remotely a terror in this man’s life, the least he could do was try his terrible cooking. He brought a shaky spoon to his lips and tasted it, and it was just as awful as he thought it would be. It was salty and greasy, and it was even spicier than he liked. He scowled and shook his head, but before he could verbally and thoroughly complain, a memory of himself stumbling through Seungyoun’s apartment like he owned the place emerged. He closed his eyes in horror as he remembered the way he pulled his own clothes off, stripping down to the bare essentials, and throwing himself at poor Seungyoun who was doing his best to keep Wooseok’s hands to himself. He remembered kicking off his pants and taking out a table lamp in the process and running to the bedroom to be wrestled down and forced into a sweatshirt with the hands tied like a child with chickenpox.
“Oh my god,” Wooseok cried out. He dropped the spoon on the table and covered his face. “Oh my god!”
“Good soup, isn’t it,” Seungyoun said, unbothered. He sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.
“Did I…”
“Yep.”
“I tried to…”
“Yep.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his face redder than the soup. He had never thrown himself at anyone before, that he could remember, and he was sure that if Seungyoun hadn’t been deceptively strong, he would have made a terrible mistake.
“You defiled me,” Seungyoun said quietly like he was scarred for life, but the smile on his face assured Wooseok that he was only teasing him.
“Shut up!” he cried out, earning a fit of giggles. In all the years they had known each other, he had never made him smile or laugh like that before. Other people had and easily, but not him. Something about it made him self conscious. Or maybe it was just his bare legs sticking to the chair. He waited patiently for Seungyoun’s amusement to wear off before he asked his next question, since Mr. Giggles McSmartyPants knew all the answers. “How did I get here?”
“Well,” he said, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth and looking off to figure out how to arrange his story. “Do you want my version or the soup version?”
“Both please,” he said. If he was going to get punched in the face with the memory of himself acting like an idiot, he at least wanted to know a witness’s perspective first. Plus, Seungyoun was actually talking to him for once, and even though the circumstances weren’t ideal, he wanted to feel what it was like to be an insider.
He hummed, collecting his thoughts. “You were drunk.”
“Yes.”
“You were really drunk,” he added.
“I got that.”
“It was late, and we needed to get you home,” he recalled. “We called you a taxi, but you wouldn’t tell the driver where you lived.”
Wooseok idly ate more of the soup, and immediately regretted it. He remembered a few guys who he didn’t know along with Seungyoun who he barely knew trying to shove him into a taxi, but he had his arms and legs on the frame of the car and used all of his little drunk demon strength to hold himself out while crying out no!!! defiantly. “Oh my god.”
“Mhm,” he nodded.
“Where was Seungwoo?” He asked, knowing Seungwoo would have never left him alone like that.
He gave him another one of those yikes expressions. “Uhh, I wasn’t really paying attention, but at some point you yelled at him and threatened to climb him like a tree and pull his nose off.”
“Yep, that’ll do it,” Wooseok said, putting the spoon down. He didn’t need to remember that to know what he had done. “Go on.”
“So, we needed to get you home, you very much wanted to go home, but you wouldn’t tell us where you lived,” he said.
“Then how did I end up here at your house?”
“I’m getting to that,” Seungyoun said. “So I got in the cab. I was a little drunk, but not as much as you were, and the other guys didn’t know you, and not that I don’t trust them, but I would have felt better taking you home myself than sending you off with someone you don’t know that well because then nothing bad could have happened.”
Wooseok swallowed. He didn’t know him that well, either. He knew his name, and he knew his face enough to recognize him in a crowd, but they didn’t know each other, and it wasn’t like it was a general mutual casual acquaintance because Seungyoun actively ignored him whenever possible, but yet he was concerned about his well being? It didn’t make sense.
“So, I got in the cab,” he continued. Wooseok tried the soup again, growing a fondness for its peculiar taste, and as he told his story, the memories fell into place.
Seungyoun’s story said that he told him to get in, but Wooseok remembered him patting the seat next to him and batting his eyelashes enough to coax him with red cheeks from drinking all night. He remembered getting into the backseat and putting his head on his shoulder and clinging onto him like a useless baby. “The driver couldn’t leave because you wouldn’t tell him your address, and I couldn’t call Seungwoo because you wouldn’t unlock your phone, so I brought you here.”
Wooseok covered his face again, still hung up on the way he buried his face into Seungyoun’s neck while Seungyoun actively fought him to get his phone from him so he could call for backup. “Oh boy.”
He looked up to offer another apology and noticed the slightly purple mark on the side of the other man’s neck and firmly swore to never drink again. Seungyoun hummed and nodded. “That’s all I was there for, so if you want to know anything else, you’ll have to finish the soup.”
He got up from the table and wandered off somewhere, leaving Wooseok to face the horrors of his own bad decisions in the bowl of a viscous bowl of hangover soup that tasted as bitter as his memories. So he had thrown himself at him after calling Seungwoo a tree and holding onto the side of a taxi cab like a giant spider. He then took off all his clothes and had to be manhandled to keep himself from stripping naked. And if his presumptions were correct, Seungyoun had walled him in with a fortress made of pillows in his own bed to protect himself from Wooseok who had gone completely feral.
He couldn’t make himself drink anymore of the soup, even if it was helping his hangover. His head still hurt, but it was almost better enough to be able to turn the lights back on again. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to remember anything else. He wanted to properly apologize for acting the way he did and get out of there so they could resume not speaking to each other the way it was supposed to be.
He cleaned up from breakfast, not the type to leave dirty dishes behind in someone else’s home before wandering through the apartment to find him.
“Do you happen to know what I did with my pants,” he asked, crossing into him in the hall.
“Ah! Yeah, let me get your clothes for you,” he said. He went back into his room and came back with Wooseok’s discarded clothing, and Wooseok found that he had ruined his own shirt. “Just wear the sweatshirt. It’s old, I don’t care.”
“Thanks,” Wooseok said before ducking into the room to get dressed in private. He wasn’t sure why he necessarily needed to since he had already seen him in his underwear, but it felt like the right thing to do.
He turned on a light and found a mirror. He did look like death, but he supposed it didn’t matter what Seungyoun thought of him.
He sneaked off to the bathroom to wash his face and gurgle enough mouthwash to cover up the lingering odor from the night before.
“There’s a toothbrush in the top drawer,” he called out, hearing the water run.
“Thanks,” Wooseok called back. At least brushing his teeth made him feel less like the gum underneath someone’s shoe.
He emerged, slightly less disgusting than he was before and ready to find his way home. He wasn’t sure how far they lived from each other or if he needed to take a cab or a train, but he had to get out of there so they could pretend like it never happened.
“Thanks for dealing with me,” he said, finding Seungyoun on the couch looking less intense than he was used to. Before, when they met in public he was this person who everyone liked but Wooseok would never be close to. He was too charismatic and dynamic, but there he was in his pajamas with his hair sticking up folded up on his couch in his own home looking like any neighborhood kid.
“You leaving?” He asked, muting the television he was already quietly watching low enough that it wouldn’t disturb him.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said.
“You don’t have to,” Seungyoun said. “You like games right?”
“How did you know that,” Wooseok asked, surprised. It wasn’t really something anyone other than Seungwoo knew in their extended circle.
“You showed me all of your achievements and trophies you had saved on your phone on the way here,” he said.
“Oh my god,” Wooseok felt another headache coming on.
“No, it was cute,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked things.”
Wooseok snorted, ignoring the fact that he said anything about him was cute. “Who doesn’t like things?”
“I mean, I’ve never seen you get excited about anything,” Seungyoun said. “Not that I don’t think you would like things.”
“Oh,” Wooseok said. It wasn’t his fault he was shy around people he didn’t really know. Of course he liked things.
Sensing an awkwardness, Seungyoun continued, and the urgency was jarring. Is this how other people felt around him? “Plus, you said you were going to kick my ass, and after seeing you flop around like a drunk house cat, I think you owe me a chance to prove you wrong.”
Wooseok shook his head. “You don’t want to do that to yourself.”
“Try me,” he taunted him. He patted the seat next to him to coax him in the way he had in the cab the night before, and Wooseok rolled his eyes in disbelief, but his legs moved towards him anyway. He sat down next to him, feeling even more shy and out of place than he already did. Up close he could see the faint gray shadow of stubble around his mouth and the shadows under his eyes. He must not have slept well, but how could he, kicked out of his own bed. He also got a better look at the mark on his neck that Wooseok had left, and his stomach flipped. He reached up and pointed to the mirrored place on his own neck and frowned.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“Oh this?” he looked back at him, surprised, before smiling again. “Yeah, you got mad and bit me when I wouldn’t let you have your phone last night.”
Wooseok sighed in relief. He hadn’t crossed a line. Of course, biting people was its own problem, but at least it wasn’t a hickey. “Why couldn’t I have my phone?”
“I think you were trying to threaten Seungwoo again.”
“He had it coming.”
Seungyoun laughed, and then his face dropped as he realized something quietly to himself. “He’s not going to get mad that you’re here, is he?”
“No,” Wooseok chuckled. “I’m the one who should be mad he left me at the bar. Why?”
“It’s because you guys… you know…” he said, scooting away from him.
“What?! No! No, no, no,” he waved his hands. “No, no, no, no.”
“Oh,” he relaxed, rubbing his neck where Wooseok bit him unconsciously. “Is there anyone who might be mad that you’re here”
“No,” Wooseok shook his head, wondering why he would ask that. “Why?”
“No reason,” he said, jumping up. “Do you prefer Call of Duty or Mario Kart?”
“B-both,” he stuttered, the conversation moving in too many directions for him to keep up with. “Both are fine.”
He hummed and looked at his game shelf in thought, while Wooseok watched him. He looked different then in a t-shirt and basketball shorts that were really too short to wear in front of other people, but it was his house so he could do what he wanted. But like this, Wooseok wasn’t intimidated. In fact, it inspired the demon in him.
“Whatever you pick, you’re going to lose,” Wooseok baited him.
He looked over his shoulder and raised his eyebrow. “You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who couldn’t keep his pants on.”
Wooseok’s cheeks flushed, not having expected him to fire back in such a specifically targeted way, but he wouldn’t be bested. Not by a man in such tiny shorts.
Except a decent retort wouldn’t come.
“YoU’rE tAlKiNg a LoT oF sHiT fOr SoMeOnE wHo cOuLdN’t KeEp HiS pAnT’s On,” Wooseok repeated. That’ll show him.
Seungyoun snorted. “Someone’s annoyed.”
“Someone’s annoying,” Wooseok jabbed, and he wondered if he was taking it too far, but Seungyoun only seemed to be encouraged by it. He never would have imagined he would have the chance to make jabs at him, but it was going surprisingly well.
“What about Mario Kart,” he said. “I think I need to throw a blue shell at you to make myself feel better.”
“So you agree I’ll be in first place then,” Wooseok smirked.
He paused and thought about it. “Wait, no.”
“Yes! I’m glad we can agree that I’m better than you,” he teased.
“Oh man, you’re dead meat,” Seungyoun said, mischievous. “You wanna make a bet then?”
Wooseok’s mouth twisted, tempted by the idea. “What kind of bet?”
“We play a few rounds, loser buys pizza,” Seungyoun said casually.
Wooseok scoffed dramatically. “Easy. You’re on.”
He plopped down next to him close enough that Wooseok was reminded of the scent of the sheets he woke up buried under and coughed. The smell of fabric softener, cherries, and that boyish smell that some guys had that inspired stirring feelings all came at him at once. Well, he wasn’t going to have any kinds of those feelings for Cho Seungyoun. It hadn’t even been 12 hours since he last openly ignored him enough to make Wooseok want to drink so much that he ended up at his house. He blinked. Yes, those events made sense in that order.
“You ready,” Seungyoun asked, noticing the scowl on his face.
“Yeah,” Wooseok said.
Somehow the last match ended with Wooseok throwing his last ounce of pride away as he climbed over the much larger person on the couch with him to steal his controller.
“Ya!” Wooseok shouted, throwing himself over him without a care in the world except to pulverize him.
Seungyoun, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more amused by it. He held his controller out of reach and laughed gleefully as Wooseok clawed at him.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” he said, using his bare knees to hold Wooseok off.
“You cheated!”
“Throwing a shell is not cheating,” he said. “You wanted to be in first place so bad!”
“One more match,” Wooseok whined.
“It’s five to zero,” he said. “We can keep playing, but you’re still going to have to buy me dinner.”
“Not if I win six times,” he insisted.
Seungyoun scrunched his nose and shook his head. “You can’t.”
Wooseok plopped back on the couch and glared at him. “I should wipe that smug expression off your face.”
“Oh really? How are you gonna do that,” he said, taunting him.
Wooseok swallowed, flustered. Was he flirting? Or was he just being annoying? Wooseok couldn’t tell. He wasn’t used to this. What was he supposed to say?
He huffed, determined not to let him tease him like this. “What kind of pizza do you like?”
“I like anything,” he said. “See if there’s a special or something.”
Wooseok hummed and jumped up, saved by their empty stomachs, but he was missing something important. “Uhh, where’s my phone?”
“Oh, I left it on the counter by the door,” he said.
“Ah, thanks,” Wooseok said before making his way over. He found it safe with his wallet and keys, and he guessed, anything else he might have almost lost when he kicked his pants across the room. He winced at the faint memory barely brought back to him by the most bizarre bowl of soup he had ever had, made by a person he didn’t seem to understand.
When he picked up his phone he found a flurry of missed calls and texts from Seungwoo.
Oh my god please tell me you’re ok
I shouldn’t have left you there
Fuck I hope you made it home
I’m the worst friend ever
I’m so sorry please text me
Wooseok squeezed his eyes shut, his heart racing knowing he had made his friend panic. Yes, Seungwoo should not have left him, but he didn’t need to think something bad had happened to him when the worst part of last night was the embarrassment Wooseok had caused for himself. He called him immediately, tapping his fingernails anxiously against the counter, waiting for him to pick up.
“Wooseok?” the voice on the other end said.
“Hey!” Wooseok said, making sure he sounded extra okay. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back earlier, I didn’t have my phone on me.”
“Sounds fake, you always have it on you,” he said.
“It’s been a weird morning.”
“Did you get home safe?”
“Ahhh,” he said, looking around awkwardly. “I haven’t gone home yet.”
“Where are you?” He said after a long pause. “Do you need me to come get you?”
“No, I’m fine,” Wooseok said. “I’m at Seungyoun’s house, apparently.”
Seungwoo hummed like it all made sense. It shouldn’t have made sense. It was well known that Wooseok and Seungyoun weren’t friends, and the fact that he was at his house should have been cause for alarm.
“Tell him to come by if he wants to,” Seungyoun said behind him, passing by but not eavesdropping. “Since you’re buying.”
Wooseok looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at him. “He said come by if you want to. Apparently I’m ordering us pizza.”
“Are you sure you don’t want some alone time,” Seungwoo joked.
“Do you want to keep your knees?” Wooseok said.
“If he comes by, tell him to let Yohan and Hangyul know too,” Seungyoun said before wandering off again. “They’ll feel left out if we all spend day together without them.”
“Right,” Wooseok trailed off. They were spending the whole day together. Wooseok was ordering pizza and inviting their friends over to Seungyoun’s house where he had only slept over because Seungyoun wanted to make sure he got home safe.
“Wooseok? You there?” Seungwoo said through the phone.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said. “Seungyoun said if you want to come over, bring Yohan and Hangyul.”
“God, what, do you live there now or something?” Seungwoo teased.
“I’m just passing along the message,” Wooseok sang. “Text me so I know much food I have to order.”
“Yes~,” he said before hanging up.
Wooseok exhaled sharply. Now Seungwoo was being annoying too. He couldn’t imagine how insufferable he would have been if he knew what kind of trouble Wooseok had caused the night before, and that made him panic.
“Seungyoun!” He called out, running back through the apartment, slipping from his socks on the slick floor.
He stuck his head out from the kitchen and looked at him with wide eyes. “Hmm?”
“You’re not going to tell anyone what happened are you,” he asked. “I mean, what I did…”
“I might,” he said. “What’s it to you?”
“I don’t think I can live it down,” Wooseok said.
“Didn’t you just try to fight me over a game of Mario Kart? Calling me a cheater?”
Wooseok frowned. “We were just playing around…”
He hummed and smirked and disappeared back into the kitchen, and he wasn’t sure if that meant he would keep his secret or not.
“Hey!” He called out. “Come back here!”
He hurried into the kitchen and almost crashed into him on the way. Seungyoun grabbed him and steadied him before he could slip and bust his ass. “Clumsy.”
“Your floors are slippery,” Wooseok dusted himself off, stepping away to put a comfortable space between them.
He looked down at him for a moment like he was thinking too deeply, but then his face brightened again as his thoughts shifted. “If other people are coming over, I should probably clean up. Take my card and order extra food so it’s not just pizza, but, oh, you have to get the pizza because I won fair and square, and I’m sure you don’t want me to tell anyone about your weird aversion to pants.”
Wooseok stared at him, his mouth agape. “Are you blackmailing me.”
He leaned forward just enough to make him want to step back in. “Yes.”
But before Wooseok could step away or even buck up and challenge him, Seungyoun was gone back to the living room with the order to get himself something to drink so he won’t be dehydrated. He grabbed himself a bottle of water because even though he felt better, he was still slightly hungover and needed his strength if he was going to bear the brunt of his friends’ teasing. He walked back into the living room and set next to Seungyoun, and at that moment, Seungwoo told him the three of them were coming over.
“He said they’re coming,” he said.
He hummed like he wasn’t entirely thrilled about it, but the known social butterfly was probably just tired. Or he had hoped Wooseok would leave. His stomach flipped at the idea that he had overstayed his welcome, and was then bringing more people over to crowd this guy’s personal space.
“Are you sure you don’t want your apartment back,” Wooseok asked. “I can tell him to come get me, and he can tell them I got sick or something.”
“You can stay as long as you want,” he said. “Ah, go ahead and order the food so it’ll be here when they get here.”
“Bossy,” Wooseok said to himself quietly with a shy smile on his lips. So this is what it’s like to talk to him.
Seungwoo brought Hangyul and Yohan over, and there weren’t nearly as many questions as Wooseok thought there would be. Apparently the younger two had been there for most of Wooseok’s tantrum, and weren’t surprised at all that Seungyoun took care of him because apparently that was just the kind of guy he was. Truthfully, if he had to sit there and listen to people gush over how great Seungyoun was, he would have gotten nauseous before, but then he had to admit to himself that he in a way admired him. Even if Seungyoun didn’t like him, he had been nothing but kind, but then Wooseok wondered if that was because they had been alone. He wondered if he would go back to ignoring him now that their friends were there, and if he did, then Wooseok was sure Seungwoo wouldn’t have a problem taking him home. It would be less awkward that way, anyway.
The five of them sat on the floor in a big circle with all of the food Wooseok and Seungyoun had ordered in the middle. The three new guests had been thoughtful enough to bring more snacks and drinks to get them through what was about to be a long and exhausting gaming session. It was the first time Wooseok felt like he was really a part of the group, and it felt nice.
They ate until everyone was full and sluggish before dividing up into teams. Yohan and Hangyul were on one, and Wooseok and Seungyoun were on the other with Seungwoo in the middle switching out with everyone each round so that no one was left out. Wooseok was feeling better by then so he was more playful and carefree, feeling quite at home where he was.
The two of them with Seungwoo’s help crushed the other team, and Yohan and Hangyul spent their defeat arguing with each other to see once and for all whose fault it was that they had lost. Wooseok laughed until he couldn’t breathe, clinging onto Seungyoun for support until he came back to his senses. Once he caught his breath, he looked up to see him looking back at him fondly, and the heat rose up from his chest, to his neck, and all the way to his ears. He swallowed and looked away before anyone else could see how red his face was.
He had no idea how he was supposed to process that sort of attention from him. That was how everyone else interacted with him, and he had watched it happen a thousand times, but he had never expected…
He took a breath and stood up to get some fresh air or something to drink or anything he could do to process their new friendship? Is that what being his friend was? Being someone he looked at fondly?
He hid in the kitchen for a minute, using the excuse that he needed some more water, and in the few seconds he was alone away from the group with his own thoughts, he realized that maybe being someone like that wouldn’t be something he would have to try very hard to get used to. He smiled to himself, feeling stupid for ever thinking they couldn’t be friends in the first place when he knew all along it had to have been because Wooseok was shy.
He came back in and Hangyul, the rascal, had taken his seat. He frowned and walked in with the intention of sitting on the floor in front of Seungwoo’s feet when he was grabbed and pulled down into Seungyoun’s lap. His eyes widened, and he caught a very surprised expression from Seungwoo who apparently also thought the gesture was strange. He placed his chin on his shoulder and sighed just enough that it tickled Wooseok’s ear.
“So what are we doing now,” Seungyoun asked.
“Yeah, what are we doing,” Seungwoo said directly at him and Wooseok, but it seemed that only Wooseok noticed it. He shifted uncomfortably in his lap, and instead of pushing him off, he dropped his hands around his waist to keep him from falling off. It made Wooseok feel warm and secure and all that more aware of how hard he was being judged by his best friend.
“I’m kind of hungry,” Hangyul said.
“We just ate a few hours ago,” Yohan said in disbelief. “You ate like half a pizza by yourself.”
“Yeah, I’m training,” he scoffed. “I need to bulk up.”
“On pizza?” Seungyoun asked, teasing him.
Hangyul looked over at them and glared.
“What do you want to eat,” he laughed, making Wooseok bounce like a weightless child.
“Something sweet,” he said. “We missed dessert.”
Seungyoun hummed. “I’ve got ice cream in the freezer.”
“I can get it,” Wooseok said, using the excuse to hop up and release himself from the gaze that had more questions than he had answers.
“I’ll help you,” Seungwoo said, getting up too before Seungyoun could. “You stay here. We can get it since we’ve all taken over your house.”
“That’s true,” he said, closing his eyes and smiling as he rested his head back. “By all means. Wooseok should remember where the bowls are.”
Wooseok thought back to that morning. He barely had an idea, but he was sure he and Seungwoo could figure it out. They walked together to the kitchen where the two of them were alone for the first time since they arrived at the bar the night before.
“You owe me,” he sang quietly just loud enough for Wooseok to hear.
“What are you talking about,” Wooseok whispered.
“Your new boyfriend,” Seungwoo whispered back. “Or whatever it is going on in there.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” he hissed. “You know he doesn’t even talk to me.”
Seungwoo snorted. “Yes, that’s what I call two people who won’t speak to each other.”
“He’s just being nice since I stayed here,” he said.
“And how do you think you got here,” Seungwoo blinked.
“You left me ,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.”
Seungwoo hummed. “That’s part of it.”
Wooseok’s heart jumped as panic set in. What else had he forgotten? He opened the fridge and found the container of Seungyoun’s disgusting memory soup.
“What are you doing,” Seungwoo laughed.
“This is the only way,” he said without a drop of humor. He opened the lid and took a spoonful out and forced himself to gag it down. The oil from earlier had thickened, making the soup stick to his tongue, and if he wasn’t desperate to remember, he wouldn’t have gone that far as to drink it without a hangover. He looked at Seungwoo’s face and strained as hard as he could to remember.
He remembered being at the bar, and he remembered the way he felt when Seungyoun looked over him to greet Seungwoo only. The ache in his chest made his eyes sting like he was about to cry, and he didn’t have a reason to do that. He remembered storming off and ordering a couple shots, and a couple more, and a couple more until he had to waddle himself away to find somewhere safe to sit down on that he couldn’t fall off of.
He remembered pouting and having his whole night ruined by being ignored and hated, and he remembered Seungwoo coming to find him and looking at him the way he did then in the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, Wooseokie” Seungwoo asked, trying to cheer him up.
Wooseok glared at Seungyoun on the other side of the bar — the one person in the world he knew that hated him that much. He sniffled. “I don’t know why he doesn’t like me.”
“Who?” Seungwoo asked, looking back at the rest of the bar.
“That jerk who pretends like I’m not in the room every time we have to meet up,” he grumbled.
“Are you talking about Seungyoun,” he asked, his eyes wide. “Dude’s had a crush on you for years.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wooseok slurred, wiping his blurry eyes. “He hates me.”
“Oh really,” Seungwoo said, amused. “Do you want me to go ask?”
“Shut up before I climb you like a tree and pull your nose off for sticking it where it doesn’t belong,” Wooseok shouted loud enough for the rest of the bar to hear.
Seungwoo looked taken aback. “You don’t have to yell at me.”
“You’re the one talking nonsense,” he glared.
“If you want to pout and cry over something you’ve imagined in your head then fine. Stay here, then,” Seungwoo said. “I’m going home where people don’t yell at me.”
“Fine,” Wooseok said.
“Fine.”
Wooseok shook himself and covered his face.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, sober in Seungyoun’s kitchen. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
Seungwoo shook his head. “I shouldn’t have left you there. I came back later thinking I was teaching you a lesson, and everyone said you were making such a fuss that Seungyoun took you home.”
Wooseok cringed and nodded.
“But, I take it you never made it home,” Seungwoo said, half asking for an explanation.
“I wouldn’t give him my address,” Wooseok said, cringing at himself again.
Seungwoo snorted. “Of course you didn’t. Well, that makes me feel better. You were annoying, and nothing bad happened. He’s a nice guy, though. He wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to you.”
“He is a nice guy,” Wooseok agreed quietly.
“Yeah, so quit being a coward,” he whispered.
“Everything okay in here?” Seungyoun appeared which was reasonable since they had taken way too long to scoop out a couple of bowls of ice cream.
“Yeah,” they said at the same time.
He eyed the container of hangover soup on the counter and raised his eyebrow. “Remember anything?”
“Yeah,” Wooseok said, wincing again.
“You guys are okay right,” he asked, genuinely concerned. “It’s none of my business, but I’ve never seen you two fight before.”
“It happens,” Seungwoo said. “Listen, I have no idea where anything is, so if you want to…”
“Yeah, I got it,” he said, taking Seungwoo’s place next to Wooseok vaguely where the bowls were. “There’s chocolate and strawberry in the freezer.”
“Got it,” Wooseok said, then actually doing what he went in there to do.
“I don’t know what everyone wants so I guess just a couple of scoops of each per bowl?”
“I think that’ll work,” he said. He reached up to open the cabinet door, but Seungyoun’s found it first and held it shut.
“Are you okay,” Seungyoun asked.
“I’m fine,” Wooseok said, avoiding his eyes. “Why?”
“Because you fought with your best friend drunk in a bar, forgot about it, and just drank the hangover soup right out of the fridge to remember it,” he said, like it was obvious because that should have been all that was on Wooseok’s mind, but it wasn’t.
“I said I was sorry for yelling at him, and he said he didn’t mean to leave me for that long,” he said with a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Alright,” he said. “You two are obviously close so I didn’t know if you would be upset about it.”
Close enough that you thought we were dating . And Wooseok had a thought that made him question everything he knew about his and Seungyoun’s dynamic.
“It was all just a misunderstanding,” Wooseok said to himself.
Seungyoun hummed, not realizing he was talking about him. They quietly dished out the desserts and carried them in together to three very hungry boys who would have them know they had waited long enough for their ice cream.
“This is good,” Yohan said, shoveling a spoonful of strawberry into his mouth.
“See,” Hangyul said. “This is exactly what we needed.”
Wooseok spooned at his awkwardly, having lost his appetite. He was sitting on the floor so he couldn’t spill, and when he looked up he locked eyes with the person whose lap he had sat on only moments before. He wondered if it would have been weird to drop his bowl in the sink and come back and take his spot there again. It was too much, wasn’t it.
“I don’t know how much longer we can stay,” Seungwoo said, having had enough of watching them stare at each other longingly. “I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.”
“We taking Wooseok back with us?” Yohan asked, and Wooseok’s heart dropped. He hadn’t considered going home. He needed to go home, but he wasn’t ready. He hadn’t even had a chance to mentally prepare himself for snapping out of the day long dream he was living in.
Seungwoo looked at him, not knowing how to get him out of going back with them either. “We can.”
“I can take him home,” Seungyoun said, and the relief washed over him all at once. He didn’t want him to leave either. “That way you don’t have to worry about being out too late tonight.”
“Are you sure,” Wooseok asked feeling like the suggestion was too good to be true.
“You don’t mind, do you,” Seungwoo asked, earning his place as the world’s best wingman.
“Not at all,” he said.
“We don’t mind staying either if you need to get home,” Hangyul asked, very much enjoying his ice cream and very much not reading the room. Wooseok exhaled sharply through his nose, and Seungyoun looked at him like he was going to burst a vein.
“No, you’re coming with me,” Seungwoo said, wild eyed.
“Seungyoun doesn’t mind if we stay here,” Yohan pointed out. Seungyoun closed his eyes and took a breath, and the three who knew what was going on were out of ideas.
Wooseok looked to Seungwoo for help, but they were in a bind. Seungyoun was too nice to send them away. Seungwoo had tried his best, but there wasn’t much more he could do. Wooseok was the only one who hadn’t tried anything yet, and he couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t throwing his shoes at them.
But there was one way he knew how to get out of anything.
Wooseok covered his hand with his mouth and heaved with his eyes wide open before running off to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and cursed himself immediately. What had he done? Why did he do that? It wasn’t even confirmed that Seungyoun liked him, and there he was faking food poisoning to get some alone time with him. Oh my god, I’m so stupid.
“Wooseok,” Seungyoun called through the door, having run after him. “Are you okay.”
He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down before opening the door just enough to talk to him. Everything was going to be fine.
“Just roll with it,” he whispered, and he saw the relief spread across Seungyoun’s face as he realized what Wooseok was doing. He nodded and went back.
“Uhhh, Wooseok is sick,” he said. Wooseok smiled to himself, listening at the door.
“Is it food poisoning,” Seungwoo asked, already knowing the routine well.
“I think so,” he said.
“Are we going to get sick,” Hangyul asked.
“I don’t think it’s contagious,” Seungwoo said.
“But didn’t we eat the same thing he did,” Yohan asked.
Wooseok, hiding behind the door, rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath and made the loudest retching sound he could muster that would make any man’s stomach churn.
“Maybe we should go,” Hangyul said.
“Yeah, you’ve got this right,” Seungwoo asked Seungyoun.
“I’ll take care of him for you.”
Wooseok’s heart jumped. This was a thing, wasn’t it? He wasn’t imagining it. Seungwoo hadn’t imagined it either. What if he actually liked him? What if that was a possibility, and what if Wooseok wanted him to?
It was quiet for a while, and he was listening too closely at the door to make any more convincing puking noises until a knock came.
“You still in there,” he asked.
Wooseok opened the door and poked his head through. “Is it safe.”
He looked down at him with the same amount of fondness as earlier that made Wooseok’s heart swell. “It’s safe.”
He stepped out of the bathroom and brushed himself off.
“That’s quite an act you two’ve got there,” he said, impressed.
“Thank you,” Wooseok said. “Sometimes you need a backup plan.”
He hummed, amused. “I’d say it worked pretty well.”
“You’re fine with this, though, right?” he asked, feeling insecure about the whole thing. After all, Seungyoun was too nice to tell someone they couldn’t stay.
“Of course,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t know why I did tha–.”
“I wanted you to stay,” Seungyoun said. “So stay. If you want to go, I’ll take you home right now so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“I want to stay,” he said, his voice cracking.
“Good,” he said brightly.
Wooseok followed him into the room, stopping before taking his place on the couch. There was a lot of his mind, and he wasn’t sure how much deducing he could manage on his own without voicing at least one of his thoughts.
“You invited Seungwoo here for me didn’t you,” Wooseok said.
He hummed. “Partly.”
Wooseok furrowed his brow and nodded, trying to understand.
He sighed loudly and tried his best to gather his thoughts. “You fought, you came here with me, you stayed here with me, and he was worried about you. I didn’t want to cause a rift between you two because having a friend like that doesn’t happen very often.”
“Thank you,” Wooseok smiled, comforted by that. Everything everyone had ever said about him being a nice guy was true, and Wooseok had just missed out on the party.
“I also wanted to see for myself if you two weren’t really dating or at least not into each other,” he admitted.
Wooseok laughed. “I guess you figured out we’re not then.”
“Nope,” he laughed too but with a twinge of embarrassment. “Not after the way he helped drag out the twins with his bare hands.”
Wooseok covered his face at the clownery. “He did, didn’t he.”
“A hell of a guy,” he said, amused.
“I need to ask you something,” Wooseok said, suddenly serious. “It’s been bothering me for years, but now I’m even more confused.”
“What is it?”
“Why don’t you like me,” he said.
Seungyoun blinked. “What?”
“We’ve known each other since we were in high school, and you’ve never once spoken to me unless you were forced to,” Wooseok said. “Not that I need everyone to like me, but you… you like everybody. Except me.”
“You’re here because I don’t like you?” He joked, and Wooseok scowled. “Alright, yes, it’s possible that I’ve been avoiding you… a little.”
Wooseok’s heart dropped. “Why? What did I do?”
“Nothing! Oh god,” he covered his face. “Are you thirsty? Do you need a blanket or anything?”
“Seungyoun,” he pleaded, the thought of having committed some slight against him that he didn’t know about years ago making him too anxious to mess around.
“Right,” he said. “Well, I guess now is as good of a time as any. I thought you and Seungwoo had a thing, and I thought if I let myself get close to you, I wouldn’t be a nice guy anymore.”
“What do you mean,” Wooseok asked, shaking.
He looked at him seriously without the mischievous charisma he had with everyone else. “If I had the chance, I would have stolen you away.”
Wooseok froze, forgetting how to breathe. He waited for a smile or a laugh or for the others to jump out and yell surprise or anything to tell him that he wasn’t being serious, but nothing like that happened. Instead, he looked at him like saying that was the most painful thing he had ever said, and he had only let himself because Wooseok asked him directly. Because he was a nice guy.
“What about now,” he asked, knowing the circumstances had changed dramatically in less than 24 hours. Not only did he know then that Wooseok wasn’t a person he would ever have to compromise himself for, but he had also seen Wooseok at his worst unprompted. Drunk baby Wooseok may have been harmless, but he was still a nightmare.
He took a step forward, erasing the gap between them to an almost startling degree, and Wooseok was almost ready to change his mind and leave, not ready for the answer, whatever it was. “What do you want me to do?”
He exhaled, his shoulders falling in defeat. “I don’t want you to worry about how the things you want affect other people when it comes to me.”
He knew it was an unfair jab, but he also knew that he was right. He would never feel comfortable with any progress they made that night if he felt that even for a moment Seungyoun was doing anything for his sake. If there was even a moment of doubt, everything would collapse because Wooseok wouldn’t dare push him into a situation that he thought he didn’t really want. Seungyoun spent too much time considering other people, and he wanted to make sure that someone considered him too.
“Alright,” he said quietly, putting a hand on Wooseok’s cheek, that was, although small, the perfect size to cup his face. He watched him for a moment, stroking the apple of his cheek with his thumb like he was thinking of how to take the next step.
The wait was agonizing. He stood perfectly still as a million thoughts raced across Seungyoun’s face. He weighed the decision carefully while never breaking his gaze, and Wooseok worried he would collapse by the intensity of the stare before he came to a conclusion one way or another.
“Do you want to watch a movie,” Seungyoun asked.
“What?” Wooseok said, startled. That wasn’t the conclusion he expected at all.
“Would you like to watch a movie with me,” he smiled.
“Right now?”
“Mhm,” the gaze had softened, and Wooseok took it as technically a good sign.
“Sure,” Wooseok said.
Seungyoun stepped away to get the movie ready, and Wooseok released a breath, worried he was close to having a heart attack. A movie?! Do you like me or not?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this? This doesn’t tell me anything!
“If you want, you can borrow some of my shorts or sweatpants, if that’ll be more comfortable,” he offered over his shoulder.
Wooseok looked at Seungyoun’s legs and back at his own, noticing the drastic difference in size. “Do you have any drawstring shorts?”
“Bedroom dresser, left side, middle drawer,” he said.
“Got it,” Wooseok said, running off to Seungyoun’s bedroom. Honestly speaking, he didn’t mind lounging around in his own clothes, but he needed the chance to catch his breath after the roller coaster of emotions and wave of unanswered questions he just experienced.
He looked at the ruffled bed sheets where he had slept and couldn’t help but smile. He had been a horrible embarrassment to himself and probably all other people born with the name Wooseok, sure, but someone that warm and interesting had taken the time to take care of him because he didn’t want Wooseok to go home drunk with someone who might hurt him. A position he only stepped up to because he thought Wooseok had been abandoned by the person he assumed was supposed to take care of him. The same person who he valued enough to keep himself away from Wooseok for, and Wooseok was a person he liked enough to worry about ruining a friendship over. He liked him right?
He switched to the shorts, leaving his pants folded neatly on the dresser rather than kicking them onto another table lamp, with a new resolve. He could wait, they both could, but why should they have to? He hurried out into the living room where the lights were off, and it felt like a different place. The big speech he had barely thrown together in his head disappeared altogether, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. So he sat down on the couch and decided he would get to that later.
Before he joined him, Seungyoun froze.
“What’s wrong?” Wooseok asked.
“You like me right?”
“Yeah,” he coughed.
“I’m not making this up in my head, am I?”
“You’re not,” Wooseok laughed, finding the way he mildly panicked endearing.
“Good,” he said, brushing himself off. “Because I want to take you out, but it’s a weird weekend, and I don’t know if you want to go somewhere like this, and well, I have movies here, and it almost feels more weird to leave–.”
“Seungyoun,” Wooseok said brightly. “Sit down.”
“Okay,” he said, sitting next to him.
“We don’t have to go anywhere,” he said.
“Okay,” he said again, calmer.
“Is this the kind of person who could steal someone away from another person,” Wooseok teased, completely enamored by what a nervous mess he had turned into in the last five minutes.
He smirked, looking away from him, and Wooseok knew he had challenged him. He knew exactly what he had done.
But the wait was killing him.
“You sure talk a lot of shit for someone who couldn’t keep his pants on,” Seungyoun said.
Wooseok gasped. “I thought we were over that.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be over that,” he said, and he could have sworn he saw a flash of pink appear on his cheeks. Wooseok smiled to himself and cozied up into the couch, feeling quite at home at a place he had only ended up at by chance. “Are you good with anything?”
“Hmm?”
“Like, movie wise,” he said. “I want to take you to see Frozen 2 before Hangyul drags one of us with him first, so I think we should watch Frozen Frozen first.”
“We’re watching Frozen?” Wooseok asked, quite amused.
“Only if that’s okay with you,” he said shyly.
“That’s fine with me,” he laughed. Fuck, he is the kind of person who could steal me away. Look at him. He’s a giant baby. I would have left anyone for him if there was someone to leave.
The giant, shy, happy baby who had completely unnerved him only moments before finished setting up the movie and covered them in a blanket for extra comfort and warmth. He was so cute all of a sudden that Wooseok thought he was going to die. He was actually having chest pains over how cute Seungyoun had become in only a matter of minutes.
Wooseok couldn’t stop himself. He lunged forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek that was softer than he would have realized. Oh my god, even his face is soft and squishy. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Seungyoun froze and looked at him in shock, and Wooseok realized that might have been a bad idea. He might have misinterpreted the whole situation. And he might have had to move. But before he could run and hide and change his name, Seungyoun leaned in gave him a single chaste kiss.
It was sweet and careful, and Wooseok felt himself smile into it. He reached his hands up to Seungyoun’s soft squishy cheeks and held him to return the kiss that had warmed him into a useless pile of pudding.
“What was that for,” Seungyoun whispered.
“You were cute, and I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered back.
“Oh,” he said, giving him another quick kiss. “That’s fine then.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be watching a movie,” he kissed him back.
“We are,” he said, returning it again eagerly.
Wooseok hummed against his mouth as he reminded himself to breathe. “I guess this counts.”
“It does,” he said, sliding his hand through his hair and pulling him closer.
Wooseok’s body moved towards him as if completely magnetized. “Ya, Cho Seungyoun.”
“Hm?” he said, not entirely focused on anything but Wooseok’s lips.
“You like me right?”
He nodded.
“Good,” Wooseok said before taking his bottom lip into his mouth playfully. “Just checking.”