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San likes pancakes. Infact, he loves pancakes, especially the ones wooyoung makes with blueberry and syrup. He's eaten full plates of them before and he'll eat them any other day without a complaint. He just loves pancakes.
But he loves wooyoung more.
And he has this forever urge to be as close to the younger as humanly possible. At all times. He's aware of the fact that wooyoung appreciates his touches and even encourages them most of the time, but he also knows that the younger absolutely hates it when someone is in the kitchen with him.
Of Course san can back hug him a few times, press his lips against the shorter's nape for a moment or two. Sometimes wooyoung would turn around and kiss him on the lips but that's it. Wooyoung never lets him linger in the kitchen for long. And it's okay. San knows little to zero about cooking but from what he's seen and done, he can say it's a hell of a job. And he appreciates wooyoung always waking up early and making breakfast for the both of them.
According to san, wooyoung doesn't even have to cook and he'd give up anything for an extra hour of his boyfriend in bed but alas!
The thing is, wooyoung likes to cook for him and everytime san even remotely suggests not cooking anything he goes but cooking for you makes me happy sannie and san would even eat burnt pancakes anyday for wooyoung's happiness. Good thing wooyoung's a good chef.
He's actually not just a good chef, he's great! San loves wooyoung's cooked food and it's not just his lovesick taste buds, everyone else shares this sentiment.
Right now, wooyoung is humming under his breath while he moves around the kitchen effortlessly. Like he belongs there. San loves watching him cook. He just has this brightness on his face whenever he cooks and it doubles when san moans appreciatively at every bite of whatever he makes.
San does everything he can do to make wooyoung happy but right now, sitting outside the kitchen with wooyoung so out of reach, he's thinking of saying fuck it and manhandling wooyoung back to their bed, or the couch or his lap. Or wherever he's allowed to touch his boyfriend.
He doesn't know why he feels like he'll actually die if he doesn't get his hands on wooyoung right now, maybe because he woke up and wooyoung wasn't in his bed, maybe because wooyoung didn't give him his morning kiss today, maybe he's just a big baby as wooyoung likes to call him and wants his boyfriend to himself.
He knows he looks petty and pouty, with his knees up to his face and his arms hugging himself while he sits on the couch and wooyoung stays in the kitchen, not even sparing him a glance. And he thinks that's enough! Wooyoung shouldn't ignore san just because he's too busy making blueberry pancakes for him. So he stands up and calls out "I don't feel like eating today" as he strides towards the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he's all ready to leave for his design studio and hopefully get a kiss from wooyoung if he's not too mad at san for not eating his majestic blueberry pancakes. He actually doesn't have any idea how wooyoung will react to him not eating, maybe he won't give a shit after all it's just breakfast or maybe he'll be mad and won't make san blueberry pancakes ever again. San shudders.
He cautiously makes his way to the kitchen to check if wooyoung's still in there or is back in their room getting ready for his history class as well.
Wooyoung's still in the kitchen.
He's actually sitting on the counter top with a plate of blueberry pancakes right beside him and he's not even eating them. He's just mindlessly poking them with his fork and there's a frown on his forehead. San doesn't like it.
"Hey", san says softly and wooyoung flinches, raising his head to see san and then ever so lightly he goes back to poking his pancake.
"Aren't you getting ready for class?", san asks, placing his glasses on the edge of the counter and making his way towards wooyoung.
Wooyoung nods but doesn't move an inch from his place so san walks up to stand right in front of wooyoung. He knows he was the one mad at wooyoung for ignoring him but wooyoung looks like a kicked puppy right now and san can't have that.
He places his hands beside wooyoung's thighs on the counter top and sort of cages him in.
"Young ah", he calls because wooyoung won't even look at him, his hands making their way back to his lap and leaving the pancake forgotten.
"Are you sick of eating what I make?", wooyoung asks, voice small and san freezes.
Is he sick of eating what wooyoung makes? No. That's a solid no! Why would he ever get sick of eating wooyoung's delicious food. But why does wooyoung think he's sick of eating blueberry pancakes every morning. He just said he doesn't feel like eating today, nothing of the sort that he'll never eat anything wooyoung makes.
Wooyoung looks up at him and the expression on his face feels like a jab on san's heart. He looks–
Are you sick of eating what I make?
Are you sick of… me?
"No!", san vocalizes his thoughts, "No", he says again softly, bringing his hands up to cup wooyoung's face and he hates that he can see wooyoung's eyes getting wet.
"Baby no", he says again.
"Then why do you not– do you want to eat something else?", wooyoung asks, biting his bottom lip when he feels it trembling and san wants him to stop hurting his soft lips so he leans down and kisses wooyoung.
He feels wooyoung's breath hitch against his plush lips and kisses him deeper. He kisses him till wooyoung's lips stop trembling and his hands make way to san's neck.
"I'm okay", wooyoung mumbles against his lips and san kisses him again.
"Aren't you late for class", wooyoung asks, after indulging him in another kiss and san almost forgets why they were kissing in the first place.
"It's only a practice studio, I can be late", san says and then adds, "I love your cooking", as sincerely as he can. Because it's nothing but true and to make wooyoung feel bad about his cooking is the last thing he wants.
"It's okay I overreacted", wooyoung replies, "Your love for me doesn't end at cooking right?", he asks hopefully and san can't help but say yes before pecking his lips again.
"I love all of you", he says and nudges wooyoung's nose with his when the younger refuses to meet his eyes.
"Are you really not in the mood to eat today?", wooyoung asks instead and all of a sudden admitting the truth sounds like a terrible thing to do. Because he does want to eat the blueberry pancakes his boyfriend made oh so lovingly but he can't have that without confessing that he was being petty over not getting a good morning kiss.
He rests his forehead on wooyoung's shoulder with a soft thump and wooyoung, ever loving wooyoung cards his fingers through his hair and keeps them there, providing comfort in all the smallest of gestures.
God, san loves this boy so much.
He stays quiet for awhile, thinking just how to tell wooyoung something so stupid. He knows the younger would probably laugh it off and joke about it at times but san feels awfully bad for making wooyoung worry over something so insignificant.
"San ah", wooyoung calls as he starts scratching his scalp lightly and his voice alone soothes all of san's nerves.
"I just– san takes a deep breath before completing his sentence, "–you didn't kiss me good morning today", he gets out and he is so embarrassed, he can feel his ears and neck getting warm but then the fingers in his hair still and somehow that makes him anxious and he rushes to say something, anything before wooyoung thinks he's being too clingy. Part of his brain usefully provides that wooyoung would never think of him like that but he can't help it.
"But it's okay!! It really doesn't matter, I was being sulky for no reason and I love your pancakes!!!", he rambles about as he raises his head, the younger's hand still in his hair, "and you", he adds softly.
Not having the heart to look at wooyoung's expression, he keeps his gaze cast downwards and hopes that the fingers still curling around his raven locks is a good sign.
"I'm sorry", he says, trying to fill in the silence that's wrapped itself around them and as a miracle, wooyoung's hand makes its way to his neck and he leans in till their foreheads are resting against each other.
San closes his eyes, just to feel soft breaths on his lips and this is what he's always craving from the younger. This intimacy that they've grown themselves into, san revels in it.
There's soft lips pressing against his for just a moment and he feels himself chasing the warmth and only when wooyoung's thumb softly caresses his cheekbone does he open his eyes.
"I wanted to give you breakfast in bed and it was almost time for you to wake up so I was hurrying and forgot our kiss", wooyoung says and adds a small sorry as he smiles up at san and he's looking at him so fondly that san has to stop and think what did he even do to deserve wooyoung's love like this. This love that's specifically just for san.
"I'm sorry, I'll give you kisses all day to make up for it", he says and kisses san, firm on the lips and this time san can lean into it too.
San's hands make their way to wooyoung's waist and wooyoung pulls him closer as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. It's like he's trying to tell san that nothing's really more important than san's happiness for him. Like it doesn't matter if san eats his pancakes or not, if he wants kisses instead, wooyoung will give them to him without any complaints.
"The pancakes are all cold now", wooyoung says when they break apart and san has half a heart to tease wooyoung about it.
"I'll eat them!", he assures as he places soft kisses on both of wooyoung's cheeks. Wooyoung giggles and san kisses his nose and then his chin just to hear it again.
"I'll microwave them", wooyoung says, removing his hands from around san's neck and picking up the forgotten pancakes from beside him.
"I'll microwave them", san says, taking the plate from the younger's hand, "and maybe I should start helping you in the kitchen too", he hums making his way towards the microwave and hears a clear no! I don't want my kitchen or my boyfriend to burn from behind him and he laughs.
"I'll go change", wooyoung says, as he tiptoes behind san and kisses his temple, making his way towards their room. And san's heart feels so full. He'll give his everything to this boy, who's made his space in san's heart so easily.
He'll love wooyoung and all the pancakes he'll make for him.