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First kisses should be special, Wooyoung had been told.
He doesn’t remember who’d said it to him, but the statement had etched itself into the deepest recesses of his mind, and it had been stuck there ever since.
‘Special’ equates to ‘grand’ and ‘out of the ordinary,’ the person had explained. If a first kiss doesn’t happen on a momentous occasion or in a breathtaking place, it’s not worth kissing that person again. After all, if they truly cared about you, they’d guarantee that every first you have together would trump all others, even if the possibility of separating is always on the horizon and those firsts would be swallowed by oblivion.
First kisses should be set up to be special by the ones who initiate them, Wooyoung had long believed.
Which is why San catches him off guard.
San, who first kisses him while they’re listening to music on Wooyoung’s bed.
San, who takes a long, odd look at him before bending down and pressing their mouths together.
San, who thinks a dull, rainy afternoon would be a good time to end their friendship and start something with the fragility of a newly frozen lake.
Wooyoung ends up not knowing what to do when San’s face gets so close his sharp features become a blur and all Wooyoung is allowed to sense is the softness of the other’s lips as they move against his.
It’s not Wooyoung’s first first kiss. That had been with a girl—a rather cute one at that—and it had been good.
But this. God, this.
It’s equal parts pleasure and pain. Pleasure because San clearly knows what he’s doing, knows how gently he should suck on Wooyoung’s bottom lip and how not to use too much tongue. And he kisses with his entire body—at some point he’d pulled Wooyoung flush against him and lifted the other’s left leg to snake around his waist, and now he’s kneading a bicep like he’s trying to grasp an impossibility.
Pain because it’s San, the most devastating heartbreak Wooyoung’s never had.
But despite the latter clawing at the walls of his consciousness, Wooyoung soon gets his sea legs and shows San that he, too, is capable of kissing. He wraps his arms around the other’s neck and urges him to come even closer. There’s suddenly a lot of want in Wooyoung’s body, threatening to overflow and drown them both. He allows the yearning to get a hold of him and control his hands so they slip down to explore the hard plane of San’s abdomen.
Endlessly confident and visibly fired up, San removes himself from the kiss only for the time it takes to pull his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere on the floor before seeking the other’s now slightly swollen lips. Wooyoung grunts at the expanse of warm skin and firm muscles beneath his palms, wondering how he could’ve gone without all this in the years he’s known San.
“You pretty thing,” whispers San into the kiss, his tongue darting out for a moment to brush against another.
Wooyoung whimpers at the choice of words, the mouth attempting to drink him up, the strength of the limbs in possession of him. He wants to say that the other is just as mesmerizing, but all his attention is seized by the materialization of his desire rubbing against San’s. Doubting his sense of touch, he breaks the kiss to look down between them, and sure enough, the two of them are very much alive.
“The others might return soon,” says Wooyoung, staring into San’s eyes, which are hazy with hunger.
San stays silent for a couple of seconds, his expression indicating that he’s weighing the situation against his will. Fortunately for Wooyoung (though unfortunately for his arousal), San sighs and lets his head drop onto the other’s shoulder in defeat.
“I forget the world exists when you’re this close,” he says. When he lifts his head to make eye contact, he asks, “So we’re good? This isn’t…weird?”
“Oh, it’s the very definition of ‘weird,’” answers Wooyoung, “but I like weird.”
San breaks into a grin and makes his and Wooyoung’s noses kiss.
“Jesus, hyung!” cries Jongho upon entering the bedroom, causing San and Wooyoung to jump out of their skin and scramble to the opposite ends of the bed. “Do you really hate clothes that much? Can I not go one day without seeing your goddamn nipples?”
Because of the youngest member’s loud complaining, Seonghwa and Mingi join the party and spot Wooyoung resembling a deer in headlights and San hugging a pillow in hopes of hiding the fact that he doesn’t have a shirt on, except the clothing he’d discarded earlier is right there for everyone to see.
“I came here to see some tits and you deprive me of them?” goes Mingi. “Unfair, San-ah.” He then approaches the bed and starts wrestling the pillow away from San, who screams bloody murder and tightens his grip. Wooyoung tries to rescue him, but Seonghwa comes and tickles him into submission.
The commotion attracts the remaining three members. Yunho amusedly watches the scene unfold while eating potato chips, and Yeosang spares the others a glance before heading for his own bed seemingly because it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong goes to stand next to Jongho, looking just about ready to disown certain members of the group. “Next time, you two will be the ones to go out and buy food for everyone,” he declares. “And San, please cut the caveman crap and stay clothed. Just because Wooyoung drools over your body doesn’t mean the rest of us do.”
Wooyoung pushes Seonghwa off him and sits up in alarm. “I do not!”
“Shut up and help me prep,” orders Hongjoong and walks out of the bedroom.
With that, Seonghwa and Mingi get off Wooyoung’s bed and leave happier than when they’d arrived, taking Yunho with them. Yeosang and Jongho put their earphones on, so they’re as good as invisible.
Fully clothed once more, San crawls over to Wooyoung and whispers, “Let’s continue this next time, my baby.”
“I can’t wait, darling,” coos Wooyoung, his smile reaching his eyes.
“Wooyoung-ah!” calls Hongjoong from the dining area.
“Coming!” Although he’s supposed to stand up right away, Wooyoung chooses to give San a peck on the forehead first and scurries away. As he’s pulling large cup noodles out of a paper bag, he can’t help but smile and bite his lower lip, recalling the taste and feel of San’s mouth.
He thinks about what he’s been told about first kisses, and this time he realizes it’s wrong.
Yes, a first kiss should be special, but it’s not the time or place that would make it so. After all, Wooyoung could kiss any other member of ATEEZ with the Milky Way painted against the night sky in the background while the air is filled with orchestral music, and he’d most likely projectile vomit afterward.
A first kiss becomes special when it’s shared with someone who fills your days with light.
Wooyoung hasn’t known darkness since San came around.