[[[[[[[]]]]]]]

"we aren't best friends anymore" wooyoung spoke, his face inching closer to sans. "so then what are we?" san whispered, his lips already grazing wooyoungs desperate ones.

"so much more"

Their lips connected into a tangled kiss, wooyoung ran his fingers through sans pink locks whilst sans arms held his waist firmly.

San patted the back of wooyoungs thighs, "jump" he whispered onto the boys wet lips. Wooyoung did as he was told and jumped onto san, their noses accidentally hitting each other. "ow ow ow" wooyoung cried out, tears brimming in his eyes.

"woo you okay? i'm sorry i'm sorry" san spoke nervously, since he couldn't comfort wooyoung with his hands he just rubbed his nose along wooyoungs to hopefully make it feel a little better.

He gave his nose a small kiss and rubbed the back of his thighs with his thumbs. "i should've been more careful" he sighed after pampering the boy with kisses all over his face.

"i'm okay" wooyoung laughed, hiding his face in sans neck. "you sure?"

"mhm" he giggled, his face was red out of embarrassment—he couldn't believe that something like this had already happened.

San gave wooyoungs butt a small pat before setting him down. "let's sleep"

.

Wooyoung yawned as the sun shined down on his face, he turned his gaze to san who slept comfortably beside him. Just yesterday, the two were best friends, and now.....well wooyoung didn't really know.

He tapped san on the nose, "wake up i'm hungry" he spoke, a smile on his face. San groaned, "i cant cook, i thought we established this a while ago" he said, his low morning voice sending shivers down wooyoungs back.

'since when was his voice so deep? since when was he so sexy?'

"your parents still out?"

Wooyoung nodded sadly, his parents were always working.

"woo i really can't cook you know..." san spoke, quirking an eyebrow. "but you can try, do your boyfriend duties bitch"

San stared at him blankly, taking in what he just said. "b-boyfriend?" he asked, blinking his eyes continuously. wooyoung nodded as if it was obvious "we can date....right?"

"i-i mean yeah if that's—uhm yeah i'm so up for it, of course i want to be your boyfriend—"

"then it's settled, cook for me choi san"

"please stop referring to me by my government name, jung wooyoung" san sighed, getting out of the bed. He made his way to the bathroom, wooyoung clinging onto his side. "i like your government name" he pouted.

"yeah well i don't"

San grabbed his toothbrush that wooyoung always had for him whenever he'd come over and started brushing his teeth.

wooyoung brushed his too and watched as san gargled, "will you kiss me after you're done?"

"if you stop referring to me as choi san, i'll never stop kissing you"

wooyoung was having an inner battle with himself, "why do you have to make it so hard for me" he groaned, walking out of the bathroom with san.

"is it really that hard to choose between" san deadpanned, looking down at wooyoung who was clinging to his arm. "very"

"you're dramatic"

"and you're hot"

San smiled, "finally you admit that i am a specimen"

"indeed you are"

Wooyoung sat himself down on the kitchen counter, watching sans back as he walked to the fridge. "you should cook with your shirt off"

He turned around, "baby, if you're not quiet i might burn down your house or something" san spoke nervously, taking the pancake mix from the cabinet.

"take off your shirt" wooyoung whined again, kicking his legs like a little kid. San sighed and removed his shirt with his free hand, throwing it behind himself to wooyoung. Wooyoung caught it and screeched.

Wooyoung was mesmerized by sans back muscles, he watched as san mixed the pancake mixture—seeing his arm and back flex.

He so desperately wanted to see him mix it from the front, "sannie~" he called out. He saw sans hand shake as he poured the mixture into the hot pan. "w-what baby"

He ran his fingers through his hair out of stress, he really couldn't cook for shit, and stoves scared him. "want me to help you?" wooyoung spoke, walking up to the boy already.

"no you can go sit back down i'll be alright....how many of these do i have to make again?" he said, already scared of the sizzling sound that the pancake was making.

Wooyoung sighed and moved san to the side, "i'll do it, you watch"

San nodded and stood behind wooyoung, holding his waist and looking over his shoulder as he cooked like a professional. "woah you're so good" he praised, seeing how well the other flipped the pancake.

"am i really?"

San already knew what this was, he had figured it out last night. Wooyoung had a praise kink, "yeah, so so good. You're doing a really good job"

San continued to whisper praises in wooyoungs ear as he pressed himself up behind the boy. Wooyoung just smiled and cooked happily, enjoying the never-ending compliments.

San followed wooyoung all around the kitchen, still holding onto his hips as he walked. "will you ever let go?" wooyoung sighed, pouring syrup onto the pancakes and turning off the stove.

"nope, don't plan on it"

"didn't think so"

.

They cuddled happily on wooyoungs bed after finishing their breakfast, san left kisses along wooyoungs face—smiling widely.

"how did we even get here" wooyoung spoke, enjoying the kisses and attention he was getting. "i don't know, but it's nice"

Wooyoung grabbed sans face, just to look at it. Look at what's his. San stared back with just as much adoration in his eyes. Wooyoung caressed sans cheek with his thumb, "sannie"

"hm?"

"we were never really friends, were we?"

San thought for a moment, he came to a conclusion in his head and pulled wooyoung closer by his waist.

"nope, never"

[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]

a/n: hope you enjoyed this short book!!! it's like a gift almost so i hope you liked it, i love you guys truly!!!!

mwah