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"San, please," Seonghwa begs urgently as they both follow the huge man out of the theater. "You can't fight that guy, he'll kill you!"
Personally, San agrees. But the guy is a jerk, and he had no right to call Seonghwa a bitch just because he asked San a few questions about the movie while it was playing.
Okay, it was more than a few. So what! He kept his voice to a whisper and San certainly wasn't complaining about the feel of Seonghwa's warm breath tickling his neck. They were almost holding hands when the guy lost his shit and started name-calling, so San defended Seonghwa's honor, naturally, because it was the right thing to do, and also because goddamnit they were almost holding hands.
Still…
San huffs. "Thanks for that vote of confidence," he says sarcastically, then continues, "but I'm not going to fight him, anyway. He owes you an apology for the way he spoke to you." He addresses the other man as he turns to face him, "Now, if you wanna be asshole to me, that's one thing, but—"
His words get cut off, because the man has swung and landed a punch right on San's temple. Seonghwa gasps from behind him as San stumbles and begins falling to the ground, and Seonghwa goes tumbling with him when he reaches out to try and catch him. San ends up clutched in Seonghwa's embrace, his long legs bracketing him.
"Nobody fucks with me during Sleepless in Seattle," the man states, sounding close to tears as he stomps his way back inside the theater.
Seonghwa babbles incessantly, asking San if he's okay, does he know where he is, what year is it, etc. And all San can think about is how much his face fucking hurts. But then Seonghwa's words register when San hears him mumble something about calling an ambulance for the hospital.
"No, no," he protests. He grunts lowly, pressing his throbbing face into Seonghwa's chest. "I'm fine," he insists.
"San, you went down pretty hard," he retort worriedly.
San's pride won't let him admit that he could tell the guy held back on his punch, that it actually could've been so much worse.
He presses his face into Seonghwa's pec harder, half expecting it to make it hurt worse, but Seonghwa is plush against his bruising skin, soft yet firm, the slightly sweet and musky scent of his cologne filling San's senses. It actually feels quite nice to rub against his chest like this. So San keeps doing it; lightly rubbing his face up and down his pec, feeling his nipple harden a bit from the stimulation.
"I think I feel much better, come to think of it," he mumbles as he nuzzles deeper, inhaling more of Seonghwa's scent.
There's a pause from Seonghwa, and then a sudden and incredulous laugh as he realizes San is just being an idiot.
"San!" he exclaims, scolding, still laughing in disbelief as he grabs San by his hair and pulls his head back.
San joins in on the laughter, eyes nearly shut from how wide his smile is, whining playfully. He laughs a little harder when Seonghwa tries to fight his own smile and fails spectacularly, and then they're just smiling at each other in a heap on the floor.
Unable to fight it, San inches forward, feeling Seonghwa's grip on his hair loosening as San shifts closer, waiting to see if he'll be pushed away. Seonghwa doesn't do that, though. Doesn't even blink. Seems eager, in fact, biting down on his bottom lip in anticipation.
San closes the remaining gap between them and kisses him. Seonghwa makes a broken sound as he sighs into it, relaxing beneath San, hands coming up to knead at San's shoulders like a cat. The gesture makes San smile into his lips, answering Seonghwa's questioning noise by deepening their kiss, licking into his mouth with renewed vigor.
Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for an affronted sounding teenager to interrupt them, asking them to leave.
They giggle about it the whole way to San's car, and all the way to Seonghwa's apartment, and a bit more as they fumble their way through the darkness of the place, yanking and tugging at clothes until they're off and in a trail leading to Seonghwa's bedroom.
There's not a whole lot of laughter after that.
But there is some hardcore hand holding much, much later, to San's delight and Seonghwa's exasperation.