There will be a lot of Woosan moments in the following chapters, so... don't get angry(I just miss my bf)

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Wooyoung leaned back against the bed, sitting on the floor as San blow dried his hair, hand running through Wooyoung's soft black strands. He was sitting criss cross on the bed and occasionally telling a fact he learned every few minutes, and Wooyoung didn't mind that at all.

"How was your summer?" San asked after a long silence, brushing Wooyoung's hair now that it's not wet anymore. "Black suits you, by the way,"

"Thank you," Wooyoung whispered, flustered. "You know, the usual mental abuse of 'You can't do this, you'll never have someone or a friend to be with in your life with this personality' my dad's words. But other than that, it was fine," he shrugged. He didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry, Woo. You know that's not true at all, right?" San frowned at that, worry filling his voice.

"Yeah, i know," Wooyoung said softly, nodding a few times to convince himself. "I know," he repeated a few times also.

San didn't like the way Wooyoung talked when worried, or sad, or anything but not happy. He slid off the bed and pushed Wooyoung forward slightly, wrapping his arms around his waist as the younger nestled between his legs. San pushed a handful of Wooyoung's hair out of his forehead and kissed his shoulder, the oversized shirt Wooyoung was wearing, slipping down in the process.

"So beautiful, my beautiful boy," San murmured against his soft skin, repeating like Wooyoung did a a minute ago. "So beautiful,"

"San ah, stop sucking," Wooyoung said, still giggling at the sensation as San kept kissing up his neck. Sucking under his ear gently, causing Wooyoung to lean back on his chest. He pulled back after a couple of seconds, inspecting the red spot as if it were an award.

"Perfect, just like you," San whispered in awe, rubbing the bruise with his thumb. Wooyoung parted to lips to say something then, but there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," San replied, eyes on the door when it opened. Mingi and Jongho come in. Jongho sat on the bed while Mingi opened Wooyoung's mini fridge, taking out four beers and handed them to the other three.

"Acting like it's your room, huh?" Wooyoung tsked in annoyance but still opened the can. Taking a sip. "Jjongie, didn't know you drink?"

Jongho didn't say anything, patting Wooyoung's head only and opening his own can. Mingi sat beside Jongho after choosing music to play on the background, talking about his summer vacation. Wooyoung listened, though. He didn't say anything or include details. Just listening was enough for now.