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Seungyoun has always been a cheerful, outgoing person. He loves meeting people, talking to people and just having fun. That has brought a lot of good people in his life, even his oldest friend who he met in grade school was a product of him just approaching strangers when he felt like it so, he's proud of it.
But right now, he's not very happy about it. It makes it harder for him to feel like this because he just wants to curl up in a ball and just... stop existing.
It wasn't sudden. It slowly crept up to him until he felt like suffocating.
He recalls that night with their friends. He's usually the first one on the dance floor tugging everyone to dance with him and on his more drunk nights, pouring beer on his friends but that night, he doesn't feel the pull. There's a heavy a feeling on his chest which makes him uncomfortable and forces him to just quiet down and sit.
He's on the corner of the couch that they were able to save. (He has to thank Yohan for that. The kid arrived at 8PM alone because to get a good spot because "I'm tired of taking care of drunk Hangyul lying like a rag on the floor of the club.")
He has a drink on his left hand and a very cuddly, tipsy Wooseok on his right. Wooseok sits up to kiss him on both of his cheeks and then on the tip his nose, and then he giggles. Giggles! And Seungyoun feels a spark of happiness right there. Lighting up a bit in his chest, slowly clearing that looming feeling. He sets his drink on the table and then reaches for him.
He caress Wooseok cheeks and Wooseok looks at him with his eyes bright and a relaxed smile. "I love you." he says all of a sudden.
"Oh?" Seunguoun says playfully, not even trying to hide smile that formed on his face.
"Yes, I dooo." Wooseok says cutely. "Why are you here with me right now?"
"I can't spend the night with you now?" he asks.
"Don't be stupid. You're usually on the dance floor right now. Shouldn't you be dragging me there right now?" Wooseok asks.
"Do you want me to?" Seungyoun asks even if he already knows the answer. Wooseok hums in answer, like he's thinking, and then shakes his head.
Wooseok looks at him with his brows knitted, "I'm just worried. Are you feeling sick? You've been so quiet the whole night."
"Just wanna be with you tonight." Seungyoun says and then presses a kiss before Wooseok can ask another question. He tries to pull away, it was supposed a brief press on the lips assuring him that he's okay but Wooseok has other ideas.
Wooseok wounds his hands around his neck and moves to sit on his lap. Seungyoun is looking up now. Between the two of them, he's always been the one more affectionate in public so everytime Wooseok initiates it, he still gets a little surprised.
Wooseok kisses him again and this time, more aggresive than the last one. He starts moving his lips, licking and biting Seunyoun's lower lip.
He whines and then moves to straddle him and Seungyouns hands moves to his waist, grip getting tighter. Wooseok's hand running though his chest and then gripping his shoulders. Wooseok pulls away a little after getting lost in kisses for a few minutes, their foreheads resting together, both panting a bit.
"Baby," Seungyoun calls. "You need to stop right now."
Wooseok doesn't respond right away. He just leans and moves down to Seungyoun's chest. Seungyoun think he's probably tired and gonna fall asleep already but then he starts moving.
First, a kiss on Seungyoun's exposed chest and then going up to his neck, on his adam's apple. Seungyoun is being dotted by kisses on his body and then he feels it, a bite near his collarbone and then Wooseok is sucks a little before whispering. "Do you really want me to?"
Seungyoun grunts and pulls Wooseok's lips back to his. He hears Hangyul complaining about never being sober again. He feels a bit more himself but right now he has important matters to attend to.
They spend that night attached to each other.
Seungyoun wakes up with a sleeping Wooseok on his chest and forgets everything about the heaviness he felt the previous night and blames it on that essay he had to finish the other day.
He shouldn't have. It was the first sign.