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First of all, Wooyoung didn’t expect anything to happen between them after their night together.
They’ve known each other for ages — almost ten years — and have spoken about everything, literally everything, but talking about their relationship now just feels like a huge pressure he can’t get off his chest. Of course Wooyoung wants to. He wants to claim San in every way possible and be sure that he only wants him, desires him.
He likes to tell himself that it’s just the charming effect San has on everyone, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth.
Wooyoung has spent too much time alone with him. Shared his biggest secrets with him but never got to share the biggest one.
Now it seems like they’ve crossed the boundaries they weren’t supposed to. Now Wooyoung isn’t sure what they are and if what they did was even right. They haven’t even had a chance to meet at rehearsals yet or, to be fair, none of them was bold enough to initiate a conversation on the phone, or, even worse, meet each other privately. Wooyoung doubts, doubts, and doubts again — until he gets a notification on his phone in the evening.
“Hey, Wooyoungie.
Would you like to come over?”
It’s San.
Actually, Wooyoung doesn’t doubt anymore. He stares at his screen like a dumb excited teenager and covers his mouth to hide his wide smile. He freezes until another message shows up and realises that he has no idea how long he’s been staring at his phone.
“I’m sorry.
I just thought we should talk.”
It’s the moment that he realises San is probably typing these with his trembling hands. That’s not how he wants San to be. But he knows there’s no way San is too confident texting him about this.
“Of course, Sannie, i’ll be at yours in an hour.”
Not that it takes that long to get to San’s flat.
He’s just going to take his sweet time in the shower shaving his face and choosing a perfect outfit to wear still ending up with his hoodie because nothing feels good enough.
***
San is known for being a hopeless romantic. He gets praised for it all the time and is idolised by many, many people. But, in reality, this part of him plays him dirty the moment he’s around the boy he is head over heels for.
While waiting for Wooyoung after that message, he’s restless. His heart feels like it’s about to jump right out of his chest and he’s still going to be worried. He wonders around the flat and looks in the mirror, trying to find the inexistent flaws on his face or dirty stains on his white shirt.
He also looks at the lilies wrapped in white paper and sighs thinking that he might be too much.
The doorbell rings. It’s been longer than an hour. He opens almost instantly — Wooyoung is right here.
“Hi,” they say in unison. Then laugh to hide the blushing.
“Come in,” San says. “You look good. Do you, maybe, want to…”
“You said we should talk,” Wooyoung interrupts him softly, uncertainly.
The door is locked. They’re in the hallway, which means it’s either in the next few minutes Wooyoung is going to go in further or go back home. The lights are soft; it’s enough for both of them to somewhat relax from their hearts beating like crazy, and San is unsure if the flowers were even a good idea again, so he backtracks.
“Um…” He fails. Needs to try again.
“Wooyoung, I’m sorry if I’m being too fast with this — I’m not sure if what you see it as is the same as me. But I would never lie to you. I can’t. I’ve liked you for so long. You are my best friend, but that’s not it. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I think about,” Wooyoung’s lips part and his eyebrows arch in a way that makes San’s voice crack; and the other boy tries to step forward, but San stops him. “No, Wooyoung, I’m serious. My intentions regarding you are always the best and no matter what you’re going to say-“
“Sannie, fuck, I love you so much. I’m in love with you.” Wooyoung interrupts.
Oh.
“Wooyoungie…” San gulps and pauses for a second. He’s stuttered just as if it was the first time hearing this and definitely not expected to hear from Wooyoung.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
Wooyoung can’t help but smiles to his fullest. “Yes. Yes, definitely.”
Not that they both have their hearts jumping out of their chest as if Wooyoung didn’t have San’s dick in his mouth a couple of days ago.
San only figures out what’s going on when his mouth is covered by excruciatingly warm, loving lips — Wooyoung gave up and kissed him, grabbing San’s face like it was unbearable to have him away. It’s soft, gentle, and sweet. Wooyoung’s lips are sweet because he uses that cookie-flavoured lip balm since they’ve been back from the states. They both know that Wooyoung used it before he came here either because he knew he was going to be kissing San or he just knew San is going to be looking at his lips over and over.
However Wooyoung is being gently pushed away in a second, and his eyes confusingly wander San’s face.
Just to watch San step back and rush to the living room.
And come back with lillies wrapped in white paper.
It’s stupid how even though Wooyoung doesn’t know what’s the best way to react, he reaches for the flowers and takes them silently. It’s impossible not to just consume San like that, he realises, because he’s real and he is standing in front of him, he’s not an illusion, and Wooyoung desperately needs to try him on, breathe him in; it’s even awkward because he has never felt this way before. Ever. His feelings for San has always been the taut string that’s about to rip apart and hit him until he’s bruised. Now it’s the opposite — he’s safe, loved, and is holding a full ass bouquet and is supposed to call San his boyfriend.
San offers a vase to put the flowers in and fills it up with water the moment Wooyoung follows him in the kitchen, still silent. They eventually end up sitting on San’s bed: room quiet, knees touching.
There’s so much to say and, at the same time, nothing comes out of Wooyoung’s mouth. They had just been intimate the other day and now they get goosebumps from a minor touch. Both stare at the fake fireplace that’s just opposite to the bed until San sighs and subtly looks at Wooyoung’s side, at his fingers fidgeting a petal that had just dropped from the lilies.
“San?” Wooyoung says first.
“Yes baby?” San responds immediately.
This is enough for Wooyoung to drop on the bed and cover his face to hide the stupid smile.
“I wanted to ask if I can stay over,” he whines.
“Of course you can stay over. In fact,” San snuggles up against him, taking his hands away from his face and rubbing his nose against Wooyoung’s white shirt. “I want you to come back from the studio tomorrow holding my hand and sleeping in my bed.”
“But I have my own flat,” He looks down playfully to meet San’s eyes and gets a disappointed look.
“Then we can share yours.”
“Woah.”
San purses his lips and looks fairly guilty: “I’m sorry. That’s weird.”
This makes Wooyoung’s heart skip a beat, because San is so feeling, sensitive and vulnerable with him, that the words that come out of his sarcastic mouth start sounding like a dagger.
“Sannie,” Wooyoung gets up on his elbows. His right hand reaches down for San’s cheek to caress him reassuringly, and it’s the moment he notices their size difference again because he can see his wide shoulders besides. He thinks for a moment about being carried around. But these thoughts get hidden deep inside for another day instantly. “That’s not weird. I want you in my bed. I want you everywhere and I want to smell like you. It’s just so hard to believe that,” He gulps, unable to find the right words. “That the most kind, romantic, tender… Hot man I know and want for so long asks me to share a flat with him.”
San has to be able to read minds because he holds Wooyoung tightly in his arms and then uses his toned body to carry him up to the pillows so that they are fully on the bed now.
He doesn’t let go and instead San’s hands roam softly over Wooyoung’s body and his face pressed up against his chest. He breathes in intensely like he’s trying to absorb everything that’s left of Wooyoung — and almost succeeds, because he hears a subtle cry and raises his head when feels Wooyoung’s hand gently caressing his hair.
“You’re so soft,” San whispers. “I can’t let go of you. I can’t believe I could endure standing right next to you and not doing all of this before.”
“All of what?” Wooyoung smiles playfully again and gets an exasperated look. “What? I want to know.”
San sighs.
“Like… Like hugging you. Not the way the others hug you. Feel your smell and not let you go for the whole night. Hold you in my arms and… God, Wooyoung, you shiver a little when you fall asleep. I want to be the one holding you every time. It’s the cutest thing.” He traces his fingers up Wooyoung’s ribs while really, really making him melt. “And I, uh, I want to be able to kiss you. I want to do it all the time. Especially when everyone is looking.”
Wooyoung makes that pouty smile that he makes everytime he’s embarrassed and blushing. He needs a moment to calm down and look up at San again.
“Can you kiss me now?”
Oh, baby, San thinks.
Their lips meet slowly in a gentle kiss a few moments after. Wooyoung now has his both hands in San’s hair and San holds his back carefully, his tongue slipping into the warm mouth on his. They fail to make it short. It’s lazy, wet, and loving at the same time, their tongues wandering and stopping for a moment to go in again with their moist lips. They let out muffled noises and breathe deeply like the air is almost out; pause when San’s arm goes numb and he moves slightly to the right to get a better angle at Wooyoung’s face.
Neither of them know how much time passes but they get tired eventually, slowing down even more, sometimes even stopping, just feeling each others lips and breathing. Then Wooyoung caresses San’s neck again or touches his shoulders and biceps, so San can’t help but kiss him deeper again.
“Youngie,” San’s voice cracks into a whisper. He hasn’t said a word in a long time. “Shower.”
Wooyoung just looks like he needs it to survive to kiss San again. They both do now. Especially San, staring at his plump wet lips slightly pink from the kisses and feeling a pleasant warmth in his stomach.
Eventually San volunteers to shower first, leaving the whining tired baby in his bed.
***
If there is torture throughout life on earth, it’s Wooyoung dressed up in San’s clothes.
It’s driving him crazy and not even in an exaggeration: he can’t stop staring and glancing at his lower body when Wooyoung hangs his towel on the door to make it dry faster, then notices how big his shirt is for Wooyoung which allows his collarbones to show. San witnesses his whole chest showing when he bends to get the bed ready and only then notices he hasn’t said a word since the moment they were both in the room.
San gulps, sinking in his own thoughts, but snaps back when Wooyoung lays down beside him. “Would you.. want to go on a date?”
Wooyoung smirks, looking him in the eyes. “Depends who’s asking.”
“God.”
“What?”
“You’re hot.”
They laugh at each other softly, and the blush on Wooyoung’s face stays unnoticed.
“Are you asking me out on a date so that you can fuck me afterwards?”
Sometimes Wooyoung’s games cross all boundaries. San parts his lips, silenced, but turns out he really wants to play along with him.
“Maybe? You’re so adorable in my clothes, in my bed. I want to take you somewhere and have fun with you. Now I’m a bit.. more privileged. I want to be romantic with you. Take care of you and carry you around.”
Wooyoung doesn’t respond. He covers his face with his hands again and moves to lay on his back, whining. It’s hard to believe what happening is the reality they brought themselves into. And whatever San is saying now makes him feel like a child who has never been complimeted before. Wooyoung isn’t strong with his words — it doesn’t really matter, because San is, so he makes up for both of them, — he shifts closer to him and hugs him, hiding his embarrassed face in his neck, being immediately pressed closer.
“I’m so in love with you,” Wooyoung mutters.
San plays with his hair. “So… it’s a yes?”
“It’s a “do-whatever-you-want-with-me-and-fuck-me-hard-after”, San.”
San has to close his eyes and calm down not to get aroused at these words.
And then, maybe just after a few minutes of silence, he feels Wooyoung shiver slightly onto his shoulders, being the happiest person on earth in this specific moment.