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san sat on the floor of his apartment, growing increasingly upset that he no longer had a couch. damn him and his need to turn inanimate objects into sentient beings— the couch ran away only 2 minutes after san cast the spell, much to his and his boyfriend's dismay. he considered trying to turn another piece of furniture into a couch, but that might have ended up horrible as well, so he just decided to deal with it.
at least yunho still had one at his apartment— aka where san wishes they were right now because the floor was getting uncomfortable. but, unfortunately, yunho had been temporarily kicked out by his roommate (the menace known as yeosang) because he and his boyfriend needed some 'alone time'.
yunho was strongly pondering asking to move in with san, considering how often this happened. but, they hadn't been together for long, so yunho wasn't going to do that. with how much he ended up coming over to san's place, though, they practically already lived together.
so how was he always fucking losing things?
yunho walked from the kitchen into the living room where san was uncomfortably sitting on the floor, barely avoiding tripping over him.
"yunho? you good?" the witch asked, not really looking up from his laptop screen until yunho tapped on his shoulder.
"don't be upset," he signed. san looked at him curiously.
"what would i be upset about? did you kill someone? i'm not cleaning up a dead body... actually, yes, i probably would. alright, where's the body?" san asked, closing the tab on his laptop (nothing important, just a really late essay, whatever). if yunho could've rolled his eyes, he would.
"i lost my head again," yunho continued to sign, and san immediately smacked himself in the face for not realizing that his boyfriend wasn't carrying his literal head— like he usually does.
"oh my god, i didn't even... well, you can hear me, right? so it should be somewhere in here," san said. if yunho actually had his fucking head, he'd be nodding, but he didn't. so he just gave san an 'okay' sign.
the witch looked around the room, wishing that his locating spells worked on things that weren't inanimate objects. he'd have to fix that at some point, because this wasn't the first time yunho lost his head in his apartment.
"can you see anything?" san asked, sighing when yunho signed that it was dark.
it took a while— and a lot of yunho trying to express emotions via neck— but they found it. in one of the fucking kitchen cabinets. and, honestly, san didn't even question it.
yunho gave him an apologetic smile as he opened the cabinet, head resting comfortably against a cookbook. the witch gave him a tight-lipped smile, clearly trying to hold back laughter. he failed at the same time as yunho, both of them giggling like kids at the fact that the dullahan had managed to misplace his own head here of all places.
"oh my god, why the- YUNHO? THE KITCHEN CABINET?" san asked, handing him his head.
yunho just shrugged, moving his head towards the witch to give him a kiss on the cheek. san made an offended noise. "not even on the lips? come on, don't be homophobic."
yunho smiled and rolled his eyes, shoving his face towards san, who grabbed it and placed a soft kiss on his lips. the dullahan blushed as san carded a hand through his fluffy blonde hair. san wasn't very good at reading lips, so yunho just made a kissy face, hoping that he would get the idea. san seemed to, because he was leaning in to kiss yunho again.
"okay, you can have this back now," the witch laughed, handing yunho back his head, "i was gonna go do my homework in bed. come with me?"
yunho nodded, smiling brightly as san went to pick his laptop off the floor. he was already laying in the witch's bed by the time san got there, signing that he wanted to cuddle, with a grin plastered onto his face.
"yeah, obviously," san scoffed, offended that he even had to suggest it. he sat down with his back against yunho's chest and his laptop on his knees, leaving room for his boyfriend's head in his lap. the whole 'head separated from body' ordeal didn't take san that long to get used to, though the sight of him having a severed head in his lap would probably still make a normal person panic.
they sat like that for a while. the relaxing sound of san's keyboard clicking paired with the weight of the witch on him had yunho dozing off, and san could tell when he was starting to fall asleep.
"wait! i forgot to tell you something," san said, tapping his boyfriend's forehead to wake him up. the dullahan made a small noise of confusion, looking up at him.
"i wanted to get your permission before i started working on it, but i had an idea for a spell," he continued, "that would make you able to speak. not that there's anything wrong with you not being able to— because i love you and you're perfect— but i know you've expressed being sad that you can't... i don't know, i'm just throwing around ideas."
this position wasn't ideal for signing, so yunho just opened up a new document on san's laptop and started typing. improvisation, right?
'OMG SAN THATD BE AMAZING HOLY SHIT'
san snickered, "i'm glad you think so."
'one thing tho,' yunho kept typing, 'idk if you actually COULD, bc faerie rules are super fucking weird like that. id love to see u try tho!!'
"ah, you have a point," the witch hummed thoughtfully. one thing he always forgot about his boyfriend was that he was a fairy. he wasn't a typical fairy, with sparkly wings and an affinity for flowers— like yeosang. no, yunho was a fairy and an omen of death who was supposed to ride on a horse and call out people's names to collect their souls.
he and his roommate were very, very different.
"i still want to try, though," he continued, mindlessly petting yunho's hair, "i've been getting better. hell, i managed to make a spell that lets hongjoong and seonghwa see their reflections. i'm good, aren't i?"
yunho smiled as he typed 'yeah, you're the best', and san silently wondered what it would be like to hear his boyfriend say it.