"How's it going with Yeosang?" San asked curiously, carrsing Wooyoung's hair as the younger calmed from a panic attack, very bad one.

"Good," Wooyoung shrugged. He averted his gaze but San knew there was more to it.

"Come on, I won't laugh," San urged softly, trying to look at Wooyoung directly. The younger shrugged again but looked at San properly.

"We... kissed," Wooyoung said quietly, the words leaving his mouth hesitantly as if they were made of glass, fragile and delicate. A faint blush crept up his cheeks, and he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding San's gaze.

San smiled at the revelation, rubbing Wooyoung's back to comfort him. "That's really sweet, but you seem like there is more to it," he said softly, trying to find what made Wooyoung stressed enough to cause a panic attack.

"People say I'm nice, but I'm not nice, I'm so... so selfish and bot kind at all, i don't know-"

"You're kind, Wooyoung," San interrupted gently, his voice steady and reassuring. "You care about people deeply. Just because you're feeling confused right now doesn't mean you're selfish. It’s okay to have these kinds of feelings."

Wooyoung shook his head, visibly upset. "But I feel like I took advantage of Yeosang. He deserves someone who knows exactly what they want and who can be completely honest with him. I'm just..."

"You're just what?" San pressed, holding his friend's gaze. "You're just human? It's normal to feel unsure."

With a deep sigh, Wooyoung ran a hand through his tousled hair, trying to gather his thoughts. "I don’t want to hurt him, San. I like him so much. But... what if I'm just a passing phase? What if he thinks I’m just messing around? I don’t want to be that person."

San nodded, understanding flooding his expression. “Have you talked to Yeosang about how you feel?”

“I haven’t… I don’t even know how to start. What if he doesn’t feel the same? Or worse, what if he does and I just freak him out?” Wooyoung’s voice cracked slightly, and he felt the familiar rush of panic creeping back.

“Take a deep breath, okay?” San coaxed, guiding Wooyoung to inhale slowly. “You won’t know anything unless you talk to him. Communication is key, and you’re not alone in this. Yeosang cares about you too; he'll understand if you’re honest about your feelings."

Wooyoung hesitated but nodded, feeling slightly calmer. “I just… I need to figure this out. I want to be good for him.”

“Being good for him means being real with yourself first. It’s okay to be scared. Just remember, you’re worthy of love, Wooyoung.”

The flutter in Wooyoung’s heart softened as he absorbed San’s words. He knew he had to face his fears eventually. “Thanks, San. I guess I just need to gather the courage to do it.”

“You’ve got this,” San encouraged. “And regardless of how it goes, I’m here for you. Always.”

-

Wooyoung couldn’t swallow the fry, it stuck on his lips and he wasn't able to eat it. Not with Yeosang sitting right next to him, his hand on Wooyoung's thigh.

"Is everything ok? San ah, is everything ok with Wooyoung? He's been ghosting me for the last three days,"

Wooyoung felt the pressure of Yeosang's hand on his thigh, grounding yet electrifying, and the fry remained stubbornly perched on his lips, refusing to budge. He turned slightly to look at Yeosang, who wore a mixture of concern and curiosity on his face.

“Um, I… I’m fine,” Wooyoung managed to stammer, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the reality of the situation was almost overwhelming.

San, sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by Wooyoung's response. “Yeah, everything is totally fine,” he chimed in, glancing at Wooyoung before adding, “He just has a fry predicament.”

Yeosang chuckled, the sound warm and light, which made Wooyoung melt a little inside. “A fry predicament? Sounds serious,” he teased, his voice playful, but the concern in his eyes remained.

Wooyoung swallowed hard, finally managing to get the fry off his lips and into his mouth. As he chewed, he felt the weight of Yeosang's attention on him, and it made his stomach flutter nervously. He didn’t want to keep ghosting Yeosang—he didn’t want to hurt him—but the fear of rejection and inadequacy loomed heavily over him.

“I’m sorry for being distant," Wooyoung finally blurted out, looking directly at Yeosang. "I just... needed some time to sort things out in my head."

Yeosang's expression softened, and his hand squeezed Wooyoung's thigh gently. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I get that things can get overwhelming, especially with how fast everything has been moving lately.”

“Yeah, it’s just—” Wooyoung hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to be a bad boyfriend or… I don’t even know if we’re boyfriends, but I don’t want to mess this up between us.”

“We can figure it out together,” Yeosang offered, his voice calm and soothing. “I really like you, Wooyoung. Just give me a chance to understand what you’re going through.”

Wooyoung felt a rush of relief at Yeosang’s words, the tension in his chest easing a little. “Really? You… like me?” he asked, surprised at the warmth spreading through him.

“Of course I do,” Yeosang said, a shy smile spreading across his face. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. But you need to be honest with me about how you feel too.”

Taking a deep breath, Wooyoung nodded. “Okay. I’ll try to be better at communicating. I just… I didn’t want to seem like I was rushing anything or... being selfish.”

“You could never be selfish, Wooyoung,” San chimed in, giving him a reassuring smile. “You care too much. Just be yourself, and everything else will fall into place. Right, Yeosang?”

“Exactly,” Yeosang said, his eyes warm and encouraging. “Let’s take our time. I’m here for you.”

With one more squeeze of his thigh, Wooyoung felt a flicker of hope blooming in his chest. Maybe he could navigate his feelings after all. He couldn’t help but smile back at Yeosang. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

"Yeah, i agree..."

-

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Wooyoung felt a rush of exhilaration that mingled with nervousness. Yeosang’s lips against his was a sweet distraction from all the turmoil inside his head. Wooyoung melted into the kiss, feeling safe and cherished as he moved instinctively closer.

“Wow, you really did miss me,” Yeosang teased softly, pulling back just enough to gaze into Wooyoung's eyes, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Wooyoung’s skin. His smile was gentle but full of mischief as he wrapped his arms around Wooyoung, lifting him effortlessly under his thighs.

“Hey! Careful!” Wooyoung laughed, a mix of delight and surprise bubbling up inside him as he grabbed Yeosang’s shoulders for balance. The playful grip Yeosang had on him only heightened the exhilaration of the moment.

Yeosang chuckled, making his way down the hallway toward his bedroom, their laughter echoing lightly off the walls. "If I don’t carry you like this, how will I show the world how strong I am?"

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, still giggling. “You’re ridiculous!”

“Maybe,” Yeosang replied, pushing open the bedroom door and stepping inside, gently placing Wooyoung down on the soft bed. He leaned down, capturing Wooyoung’s lips again, more fervently this time, as if trying to convey everything that had been left unsaid over the past few days.

As they kissed, Wooyoung felt a swell of emotions—relief, joy, and even the lingering traces of his earlier worries began to fade away. He wrapped his arms around Yeosang’s neck, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiate between them.

When they finally pulled away, breathless, Wooyoung rested his forehead against Yeosang’s. “I missed you so much. I didn’t want to scare you away, and I’ve been so anxious.”

Yeosang brushed a thumb against Wooyoung's cheek, his eyes sincere. “You don’t scare me, Wooyoung. I just want to know what you’re thinking. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you're not with me.”

Nodding, Wooyoung tried to gather his thoughts, feeling a blend of comfort and vulnerability. “I guess it’s just hard for me. I like you a lot. It’s just… new, and I’m afraid of messing it up.”

Yeosang's expression softened, his hand still gently cupping Wooyoung’s face. “We can take things slow. We don’t have to rush into anything. Just be yourself, and I promise I’ll be here every step of the way.”

“I really want to be open with you,” Wooyoung said, his heart racing as he met Yeosang’s gaze. “I just need to figure out how.”

“Start by telling me what you feel right now,” Yeosang replied, leaning in closer, his face intimate and inviting.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, grounding himself in the warmth of the moment. “Right now, I feel... happy. And scared, but happy to be here with you.”

Yeosang couldn't help but smile as he peppered Wooyoung's face with kisses, moving from one cheek to the other, planting soft pecks on his forehead and then down to the tip of his nose. Wooyoung's giggles filled the air, a sweet melody that made Yeosang's heart swell with affection.

As the hours passed, Wooyoung found himself growing drowsy from the warmth of Yeosang’s presence and the gentle affection he was showered with. Each kiss was like a hint of sunlight, wrapping Wooyoung in a blanket of comfort. But soon, the heat of the room, combined with the heat between them, became a bit too much to bear.

“It’s so hot,” Wooyoung whined, fidgeting as he shifted under the layers of their cuddling. His fingers found the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head without a second thought, and tossing it aside. The cool air felt refreshing against his skin, and he let out a relieved sigh.

Yeosang paused mid-kiss, his eyes widening for a moment as he took in the sight of Wooyoung in just his shorts. “Wow, you really took that off fast,” he chuckled, feeling a rush of heat rise to his cheeks, but he kept a playful demeanor. “This is a new side of you I’m seeing.”

Wooyoung pouted playfully, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Are you judging me for being too hot?”

“Not at all,” Yeosang said quickly, shaking his head with a wide grin. “I think it’s adorable. Just don’t blame me if I can't focus now.” He smirked, leaning in to kiss Wooyoung’s shoulder and trailing his lips up to his neck, making the younger squirm with laughter.

“Yeosang!” Wooyoung squealed in delight, his voice a mix of playfulness and bashfulness. “You’re making it worse!”

“Making what worse?” Yeosang teased, his tone light. “You’re the one who decided to take off your shirt.”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be so distracting!” Wooyoung protested, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and affection.

Yeosang paused to look Wooyoung in the eye, the laughter fading into something softer, more sincere. “I’m just enjoying being close to you. But if you’re feeling uncomfortable, we can take a break.”

Wooyoung’s heart fluttered at Yeosang’s consideration. “No, I’m fine. I just—well, it’s nice being this close to you,” he admitted, feeling warmth blossom in his chest again.

“Alright then,” Yeosang said, a smile creeping back onto his lips as he resumed placing kisses along Wooyoung’s jawline, moving down to his collarbone. Each kiss felt like a gentle promise, igniting a flutter of anticipation between them.

Eventually, Wooyoung sank back against the soft pillows behind him, feeling a blissful tiredness wash over him. “You have to stop or I’m going to fall asleep,” he murmured, trying to sound serious but failing as his eyes began to droop.

Yeosang chuckled, brushing his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” he said softly. “But if you’re really tired, we can cuddle and take a little nap together.”

The thought filled Wooyoung with affection. “That sounds perfect,” he replied, allowing himself to sink into Yeosang’s warmth as the older boy hugged him close, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

As Wooyoung snuggled closer, the sound of Yeosang’s heartbeat against his ear became a soothing lullaby, and he couldn’t help but let himself drift off, feeling warm and fuzzy.

-

"Baby, i made you chicken puree, you wanna get up for a bit?" Wooyoung stirred awake to the sound of Yeosang’s voice, still thick with sleep. He blinked a few times, the softness of the morning light filtering through the curtains, slowly bringing him back to reality. The comforting warmth of Yeosang’s embrace made it difficult to consider leaving the cocoon they had created together.

“Chicken puree?” Wooyoung murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. It wasn’t just the mention of food that drew him back to the surface; it was the soft, melodic tone of Yeosang’s voice that always made his heart flutter.

“Yes! I thought you might like something to eat since you took a little nap,” Yeosang replied, a hint of enthusiasm in his tone. He gently nudged Wooyoung’s shoulder, his fingers brushing against the younger’s skin. “Come on, sleepyhead. I promise it’s good—made it just for you.”

Wooyoung stretched languidly, allowing himself a moment to shake off the remnants of sleep. The prospect of food, especially something prepared with love by Yeosang, was tempting enough to get him to sit up. “Okay, okay! You know I can’t resist food you made,” he said with a sleepy smile, finally peeling himself away from Yeosang's warm grasp.

As he stood, Wooyoung caught a glimpse of himself in Yeosang’s room—his hair tousled, and wearing only his shorts. Despite his initial embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel a rush of comfort in the casual atmosphere. Yeosang stood up beside him, still looking radiant with his hair slightly messy and a gentle smile on his face.

“See? I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” Yeosang teased, playfully bumping his shoulder against Wooyoung's as they made their way to the kitchen.

“Only because you know how to treat me right,” Wooyoung replied, feeling a soft warmth settle in his chest at their playful exchanges.

Once in the kitchen, Yeosang opened a pot on the stove, and the comforting aroma of chicken filled the air. Wooyoung’s stomach grumbled in response, making him chuckle.

“You really went all out, huh? This smells amazing,” Wooyoung said, peering into the pot with wide eyes, already feeling a little more awake.

“I try my best,” Yeosang said, his eyes glinting with pride as he served a generous amount into a bowl. “And I’m glad you like it! I figured it would be nice and comforting after your nap.”

Wooyoung accepted the bowl with a grateful smile, and they settled down at the small kitchen table, the warmth of the food radiating through their hands. “You know, you really are the best,” Wooyoung said between bites, savoring the rich flavor of the chicken puree.

Yeosang laughed, delighting in the sight of Wooyoung enjoying his meal. “I’m just happy to see you eat. You have no idea how much I love cooking for you,” he confessed, his voice softening as he watched Wooyoung.

As Wooyoung looked up, his heart swelled with affection for the older boy. “Well, you’ve officially spoiled me,” he teased lightly, finishing the last of his puree. “I don’t think I can go back to regular food after this!”

“Good, then you’ll always have a reason to come over,” Yeosang quipped back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

With their lighthearted banter filling the space around them, Wooyoung felt content, realizing that the simple moments like this—sharing a meal, laughter, and affection—were what truly made him feel at home in Yeosang’s company.

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