"Hey." Wooyoung called out in an attempt to gain San's attention, who was staring down at his homework.

Noticing how he jumped, startled by Wooyoung's voice he bit back a laugh, hands behind his back he hummed, rocking back and forth on his own heels. "I'm hungry." Wooyoung proclaimed, going to plop down on the couch next to the elder who instantly scooted from him, not really wanting to be sitting so close to Woo.

"Okay and? There's a kitchen. Go cook." San responded, sitting back on the couch he went to stuff the paperwork back into their respectful folders when he was finally done with his stupid homework. "Yeah..." Wooyoung let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head. "About that- Well. I don't really know how to cook meals outside of frozen dinners and instant ramen." He finally admitted, watching the way San's eyes widened. He could tell he wanted to laugh- Thank god he didn't or else Wooyoung probably would have punched him.

"I- Huh? Really? You're twenty one. You should know how to cook your own food." Shrugging at San's words he got back up and went into the kitchen. "Yeah well, nine times out of ten dad gets take out for us so never really had a reason to cook." San had tossed the bag to the side, getting up from the couch he went on to hurry behind Wooyoung into the kitchen. "Well, I'm not a fucking maid I'm not cooking for you." That made Wooyoung let out a loud whine in protest, making San faintly chuckle he continued on. "But I will teach you how to make something basic."

For once since meeting, Wooyoung seemed to smile, and not a teasing smile, a genuine one that made San smile in return, revealing his dimples. "Okay so," San started, heading towards the fridge, like a little puppy Wooyoung followed him. Wooyoung watched San open their fridge and well, since that they really only ever got take out, the main thing in the fridge were drinks. "Well damn. Okay, Guess I gotta make do with what I got." He heard San mumbled. "Yeah- Maybe we should go shopping sometime this weekend." Rubbing the back of his head Wooyoung let out a little laugh.



"Good idea." He heard San, and headed to the table to sit so he could watch, watching San as he pulled out some pork they surprisingly had in the fridge. "Okay. How about some pork cutlet then? Simple enough. We can have it with rice. Which... you guys DO have right?" He raised a brow to Wooyoung who in response nodded his head. "Okay. Good. This will do for a basic dinner then." Wooyoung watched San go over to the counter to set down the pork before looking through cabinets, looking for anything to bread their meat.



"You know, you're supposed to help-" San said, making Wooyoung groan. "Don't be a baby." Narrowing his eyes at San at his words he huffed. Getting up from the chair he was sitting in he slumped over. "Okay. What do I do?"

Being instructed, Wooyoung had gotten the meat out, gotten them breaded and into the pan of oil to fry. Not to toot his own horn, but he was quite proud of himself, that is until the oil popped, landing on his hand. He let out loud curses and stepped back quickly. This made San laugh, rolling his eyes for now he decided to take over. "This is why you should be careful around hot oil." Woo heard San and he almost growled at him.

"Oh now you fucking tell me! Dick head." Huffing, he shook his hand once it wasn't hurt anymore and went to go sit at the table since San seemed to be doing the rest on his own. When food was done, he was handed a plate, which made Wooyoung smile. Obviously hungry, he dug right in. He picked up a piece of pork to eat, but pulled back since it was pretty hot. "It literally just got done, slow down." San snorted, going to the fridge he grabbed he and Wooyoung a bottle of water to drink as well.

Wooyoung and San proceeded to eat in silence, which honestly for Wooyoung was kind of awkward. San did attempt in small talk but he would only nod in response, either having a mouthful of food or just not really sure what to say. As he finished, he took his dishes to the sink, setting them down, before looking to San who as well finished his dinner. "Hey uh. So you wanna- you know, play some games? So you aren't down here boring yourself to death?"

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San was a little shocked that Wooyoung even suggested playing games with him. This couldn't have been the same spoiled kid from just a few hours ago right? Being a gamer himself during his free time he nodded, not wanting to pass up the opportunity. Besides, yeah, it was boring as all hell sitting in the living room basically doing nothing. He could watch TV, but he never really did it often, even at his place since there was nothing these days that really excited him. Following up Wooyoung the stairs, he went straight into his room, and since there were no chairs, San sat on the beanbag chair that was next to Wooyoung's bed.

Watching the younger he took the controller that was handed to him, Wooyoung plopping onto his bed, laying on his stomach as he pressed the button on his controller, watching his gaming system turn on from that. San couldn't help but grin. He was busy nowadays so he never got a lot of time to play games himself so getting to play now was nice. "Get ready, because I'm going to kick your ass." San was determined, watching the match start.

And well, he wasn't going to lie, Wooyoung may seem like a brat, but he was fun to game with. He loved the reactions he would give if San beat him in rounds. Sometimes he would even get punched in the shoulder. Although in a playful manner there were times that San would whine when he was pushed over from a hard punch. He didn't even realize that hours had gone by, when they switched over to a movie to watch instead while his body leaned against the side of the bed, San checked the time and seeing it neared three in the morning, his eyes widened.

"Hey Woo-" He turned only to see the younger had fallen asleep, head resting in his arms. Rolling his eyes, San shut off the television, standing up from the chair. He grabbed one of the extra blankets in Wooyoung's room and draped it over him before he'd leave. Yawning himself he was exhausted. But just in time too, he heard the front door open so he trudged down the stairs to see Mr. Jung coming into the house. "Ah San. Is Wooyoung okay?" He questioned, San nodding. "Mhmm, he's asleep now, he and I were just watching a movie and I didn't realize how late it was."

"Great. Here. I had this made especially for you." Being given a card San raised a brow, turning it over he'd see it was a fake student ID. "Tomorrow is your first day of college, you'll be following Wooyoung through all his classes. I'd best get home now if I were you." The idea of going to school made San just want to curl up and die. He never went to college but he remembered vividly high school being a pain in his ass. But knowing he couldn't argue, so he nodded, saying his goodnights before he was off.

He left his car at the office so he walked back there, not really afraid of what the dark night could throw at him. Not when he had his gun on him. Once he had his car back he drove himself home, having to rub his eyes to keep from accidentally falling asleep while driving. He got back to his apartment, and heading in he was met by his cat Byeol. This made him smile, crouching down to pet her under the chin. "Hi baby. I know, I'm super late huh?" Smiling he got up from the ground, heading for the kitchen to feed her and give her water before he'd go to bed. "I know I know. You're starving and it's all my fault?" He questioned when noticing she was following him and letting out loud meows. Laughing, he filled up both of her bowls before heading to his room. Getting himself changed, San hopped right into his bed, pulling the covers over himself he let out a satisfied hum, nestling himself into his pillows while closing his eyes.

Though again the idea of going to college tomorrow made him frown. Tomorrow was going to be a long day huh?