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“San wake up we’re already late. Hongjoong hyung will kill me” Wooyoung shout echoed in the dorm.
No response as no one was at home, some members were out for enjoying free day and some were at company. It was 8 in the morning and the man he called was still in his daydreams.
Wooyoung flipped the toast in fry pan and cooked it for few moments before placing it on plate carefully. A sigh left his body and he went straight to the San’s room, kicking the door open.
“Choi san! If you don’t get up right now I’m gonna kick you off from this bed of yours.” He practically screamed.
San extended the blanket over his face “I’ll join you later. I don’t even have any schedule!” He murmured.
But in reply he felt his bed dipped down beside him and then his blanket was gone. San wrapped his arms around himself with frown.
“Yah! There’s no way I’ll let you sleep and be bored all my way to company.” Wooyooung explained while holding the blanket.
San turned around with a yawn to look at a very angry Wooyoung but he truly didn’t care. His hair was mess and eyes puffy and he just wanted to sleep.
So he spoke up “First, I have nothing to do there I just agreed to go because you didn’t wanna be alone. Second, you can go first I will be there two hours later.” He grabbed blanket from younger hold and wrapped it back around himself “Now let me sleep.” He turned his back to Wooyoung again.
Wooyoung frowned “I hate you.” He pouted further.
“Yeah, me too.”
“No breakfast for you today!”
“I can cook too.” San muffled into the pillow.
“Ugh! San-ah you’re sometime denser than me.” He said while jumping off the bed and leaving for his precious breakfast.
San thought for a second how Wooyoung gave up so easily. The younger will never stop till you do what he wants. But his bed, warm blanket and sleep was more important so he dismissed the idea and decide to go back to his daydreams. There was a long silence before a scream shook the whole dorm.
“Ahhh! It hurts!!”
And San knows it was definitely none other than Wooyoung. The older sat up immediately, flew away from bed in a blink and ran off to the kitchen. San always tell Wooyoung to be careful with knife, or use gloves to prevent heat. It was no surprise he's hurt again.
San rushed to the Wooyoung who was standing near the stove, holding his hand. He can’t help but frowned at Wooyoung who was pouting at his hand. San approached him.
“Young-ah! How many times I told you to be careful?! Wooyoung look up at the source of angry voice. San grabbed his hand in his, pulling Wooyoung closer to him “Why you always hurt your-“
And then a loud laugh rang in his ears and San found no signs of wound on younger’s hand. Then another cackle told him he was pranked to get out of his bed.
“JUNG WOOYOUNG!!!” San tried to give him death glare but all of his anger was thrown out of the window when he saw Wooyoung laughing so hard that younger couldn’t even speak and San could count the stars in his eyes as they were filled with water and then his whole world was shifting as he found himself in the pair of arms.
Wooyoung’s laugh vibrated through him and he tip-toed and circled his arms around San nape. San’s heart skipped few beats and was froze in his place for a moment with sudden affection but then smiled to himself just to wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist.
“I knew you’d come.” Wooyoung said, still laughing.
“You scared the shit out of me, Wooyoung” San sighed and pulled Wooyoung upper half closer to his chest that there was no space left between their bodies.
Few moments passed before Wooyoung warmth left him, younger placed his hands on San shoulders and San was still holding his sides “You should’ve listened to me before.” Wooyoung speaks, and ran his fingers through San’s soft locks “Now go and take a shower. Your breakfast is ready.”
San smirked “But you said ‘No breakfast for me?”
Wooyoung pursed his lips in act to think something before speaking “Let’s say the most humble and big-hearted Jung Wooyoung is kind enough to forgive you.” He paused to unknot the messy strands of San hair “Because I don’t wanna be more late.”
San chuckled before closing his eyes to feel the light massage at his scalp “Your honour! Thank you for being so Humble and Big-hearted to me.”
He got another laugh from wooyoung and God knows how much he wants to listen to it all the day. He needed to be used to it but still after spending so many years with Wooyoung, he always find himself lost in his laugh. He will do anything to keep on hearing it. San is hopeless.
“You dork” Wooyoung slapped his chest, slightly smiling “Go, I’ll reheat the toasts.” He finally fully moved himself away from San.
Too much affection, clinginess, love and skinship, kisses here and there are always the love language of wooyoung. He is always vocal about his feelings and act upon his words. Thanks to the members he never had to hide his true-self and they do act annoyed but deep down everyone knows they have soft spot for him. Wooyoung has charisma of attracting people toward him. He can be mischievous but it is also a part of his character that make him hard-core irresistible. And in conclusion:
‘It’s hard not to love Wooyoung’
On the other hand, San coulddn’t ever reached to the conclusion what exactly he feels for Wooyoung. Does he just have a crush on him? Does he like him? Or worst…. Loves him? He was afraid to even go there. He should not let these questions roam his mind or heart. He didn’t want to think what would’ve happened if they were more than just friends. He didn’t want to look upon himself to see what kind of affect Wooyoung has on him unlike any other people who are close to him. Would he even care for someone like he cares for Wooyoung? Would he think of someone like he thinks of Wooyoung all the time? Would he even get a tattoo for a boy who calls him his best friend?
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San stopped the heavy bass thrumming throughout the whole practice room. Wooyoung glared at him, his chest rise and fall with heavy breahting. He was drenched in sweat and his expression was totally blank but who is San if don’t know what’s going on inside his head and heart.
Wooyoung broke the silence first “What are you doing here?”
“Wooyoung-ah, you need to stop practicing. It’s already 11 pm.” San reasoned but wooyoung didn’t seem to have any affect as he stood still.
“I don’t want to. And I want to practice until I get better” Wooyoung broke the eye contact “Why did you even travel from dorm to here? I’m not a child San-ah. I can take care of myself” He sighed after rambling so much and looked at himself in the mirror.
“You said what you wanted to say” San approached Wooyoung and grabbed his wrist “Now let’s leave.”
“I said I didn’t want to.” He freed his wrist from san grip and moved to turn on the music again.
“If you want to apologise to Hongjoong hyung then do it.” The younger stopped in his tracks and san continued “Not going to dorm isn’t a solution and you know it Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung turned back on his heals to look into san’s eyes. He inquired how Wooyoung looked speechless. He took few steps to reach in front of Wooyoung and pulling him into a hug. San could feel Wooyoung’s tensed muscles relaxed but he didn’t return the hug.
“I know you’re feeling guilty and afraid to face him.” San said, rubbing circles on Wooyoung back “You know better than me he cares for you a lot. That’s why he tried to scold you in front of staff in order to avoid you from getting scolded by manager-nim.”
San felt something wet on his shoulder and his heart broke. He didn’t want to make Wooyoung feel bad than he was already feeling. He pulled himself back and cradle both cheeks of Wooyoung in his hands in possible soft way. Wooyoung was not looking at him and now tears were dripping from his eyes.
“Don’t cry Young-ah. You don’t have to feel bad. He’s still awake, waiting for you. He isn’t even mad at you anymore.” San said lowly.
“I can’t face him. I- I said so many bad things….to him” the younger sobbed more “even he was not at fault.”
“Listen” San tried to lift his face and Wooyoung finally look at him with red eyes “You were in the heat of emotions. I know you said too much but its common to say things like this in anger.” He thumbed off more tears rolling down Wooyoung’s cheek.
“But still-“
“I told you he isn’t mad at you anymore. So come home and apologise, you’re here since evening. You want to die with overwork?”
Wooyoung sighed, gave up further denying and let out a small okay.
San again wrapped him in his warmth and this time Wooyoung hugged back. Wooyoung buried his face into San neck and took a deep breath. San hold him till he was completely calmed down and wasn’t crying anymore. They stay like this for moment, in a complete silence. San is aware of Wooyoung overthinking and how he stays away to not release his anger on wrong people. But he also knows how to handle him in the time like these and make him stand back on his feet.
Wooyoung packed his bag pack and left the practice room with San. Both sat in the car side by side before manager started to drive them back to dorm.
Wooyoung eyes were grazing outside through the window of car and they were hopefully dry. He wasn't saying anything but San did not mind he doesn't want to pursue the issue anymore. He watched from his periphery that Wooyoung took his phone out of his pocket and typed something. After few minutes he put it back and shifted closer to San, putting his head on San shoulder. San also felt a hand on his chest as Wooyoung fully turned himself to San. San smiled knowing Wooyoung sometimes get this clingy whenever he feels low or having hard time. He needs someone to hold him whenever he wants to escape his thoughts and luckily it was always San who happens to be there always when Wooyoung needed a hand to hold. He patted Wooyoung head in a gesture of ‘I’m always here’.
“Thank you Sannie” Wooyoung mumbled.
San hummed. He knows there is no need to say more, it is not the first time. They always had times like these and they were always with each other to handle every kind of emotions. They never leave each other’s side. They are ‘Amicus ad aras’ for a reason.
San thought once again maybe he feels something more for the man in his arms. Because why he feels hurt so much to watch wooyoung cry? He might be able to hold Wooyoung when he was falling apart but he couldn’t make his pain less. No matter how many times he tries he couldn’t fill this hole inside his own heart. He’s missing something when it comes to Wooyoung but he can’t describe what is it. He wants to know what actually he wants from him.
He found Wooyoung even breath against his neck and watched Wooyoung drifted to sleep. He moved his free hand to hold the younger hand in his one. He thumbed it and hold it more tightly. He doesn’t know what he wants but he has to make sure Wooyoung gets all things he deserves. He will make sure to be with him through his best and worst.
Wooyoung woke up when a hand shook him. He open his eyes to saw san and he realized he was still on top of San and in the backseat of car. He got up, rubbing his eyes. Both came out of the car while saying thank you to the manager for ride even at late night.
“You can talk to hyung tomorrow.” San said while unlocking the door “Go to your room and get some sleep.” they reached the living room
“Can I sleep in your room?” san stopped in his tracks as soon as Wooyoung speak up after a long silence. He felt his breath hitch even though it isn’t the first time Wooyoung had asked him such a thing.
He turned back to respond “Yunho must be sleeping in the room. Where would you sleep?” He asked.
Wooyoung looked at him with pout “I texted yunho earlier. He is fine with sleeping in my room with yeosang and jongho tonight.” He said with his most puppy eyes.
And who’s San to say no to those eyes. Actually he never ever have wanted to say no to Wooyoung after all he has promised to himself to make this man happiest person on the world by granting his all wishes.
San chuckled at his adurpt thoughts before saying “But there will be a pillow wall between us in case you might kick me off from bed.”
“I’ll sleep here then” Wooyoung beaconed at the couch in the living room “What’s the point of sleeping with you if I can’t even hug you to sleep” He reasoned with more exaggerated pout.
A very valid reason.
San tried to hide his smile (failing) and walked to his room “I think tonight I should be humble and big-hearted. Shouldn’t I?” He hold the door knob before turning his gaze back to confused Wooyoung “What? Didn’t you say you want to hug me to sleep?”
He watched as how Wooyoung’s dull eyes changed into shining one like a brightest star. The eyes that hold so many things. Wooyoung doesn’t know but San can see himself drowning into those dark brown shades. Wooyoung really hold galaxy in them. He shook his head with grin on his face as he walked into his room, almost closing the door. Wooyoung almost screamed “Yah! Wait for me!”
And San is really hopeless for this man.
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