A little smut in the first part

"Video?"

"Yes, i want to make a short video, and i need you to help me," San beamed, trying to convince Wooyoung to help him. He needed the younger and, even though there weren't anything obligations, San wanted to do it.

"What's the content?" Wooyoung asked, fingers busy fiddling with his earphones string.

"... Romantic," San replied. He knew Wooyoung wasn't into kissing or hugging, except that one night, so it was a challenge to get the courage to ask the younger. Wooyoung had an unreadable expression, as if the question got him thinking. Of course, he was thinking about it.

Wooyoung remembered how he fell asleep in San's arms that night. Around two months ago, it felt good. The kisses did feel good, and the hickey left behind was hard to cover. He caught Mingi's attention the next morning and escaped the following question, but the taller didn't let go. He never did when it came to Wooyoung, Mingi was a good friend and got worried if someone forced Wooyoung. Or if someone used the younger, Wooyoung denied the options and said something along the lines, "It's make up." Mingi didn't believe him.

"Sure, but no hickey. You got me in trouble last time," Wooyoung decided, blushing ever so slightly under the olders' gaze.

San beamed at the answer, the worries and ifs making their way out of his mind. "Ok, do you want to put on makeup? İt's ok if you don't want to. The eyeshadow you put on sometimes looks pretty, but it's fine like this," he got to ask. Maybe Wooyoung liked to see himself with some soft touches.

Wooyoung hummed, though he didn't get up from the bed. He couldn't stand up with how weak his knees felt for some reason. "Can, you get out? I need to put on something more comfortable. It will take a few minutes," he reasoned. San smiled at his cuteness. Wooyoung was so cute.

"Of course, i will take my camera, no, gonna charge my phone and then come back," he said. Leaving the room in a hurry. He thought about it also, that if Wooyoung agrees what camera to use. San already had two options. One, his phone or Wooyoung's phone, other option his professional camera. The first option won.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung had already changed into his oversized shirt, ignoring the marks, and got to washing his face. Not for makeup, but his skin wasn't the cleanest with the hot weather and also from sweating. Mingi wouldn't be around for a few hours. He was with his parents at a hotel. Spending time with family. The better thing was that Wooyoung finished his work for today and deemed himself free for the night.

As he washed off the cream, a knock came. "Come in," Wooyoung said, busy drying his face with a towel. San walked in, closing the door behind, and grinned at Wooyoung.

"You're too excited. It's not like we're gonna make out. It's for the video. I hope you don't post it anywhere," Wooyoung warned. He settled on the bed, the sweatpants pooling at his ankle, and his legs still looked thin despite the loose material. San sat next to him, rubbing his hands on his pants. Nervous.

"Of course, i will keep it for myself. You can watch it too. İt's just us who will know, i promise," he said softly, finally lifting his head to look at Wooyoung. "Also, can i use your phone? Last time i noticed, your phone camera is better than mine,"

"Sure, do you have a phone stand? I have one, but it's too short," Wooyoung shrugged. Laying on his back and getting comfortable.

"I have one, but we can use yours if it's ok," San replied, taking the stand from beside the table after receiving a nod from Wooyoung. He put the phone in between the straps and set the stand in front of the bed, more like beside the bed, showing the lower side of the bunk bed.

"Is your room better? This bunk is annoying, and you have a normal bed," Wooyoung asked, playing with his plushies fur absentmindedly. San hummed, he didn't listen to Wooyoung though, his eyes got caught in the screen.

Wooyoung looked stunning, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed. Lips tinted pink and soft, tempting. San flashed the younger a small smile, zooming the screen to Wooyoung's face, close enough to capture their kiss. Confirming it's a good angle, San pressed record and sat next to Wooyoung's lying form.

"Can i touch you face?" He asked softly, quiet but enough for the phone to take the sound. Wooyoung smiled at San, giving a look that said "Ofcourse,"

San held Wooyoung's face with one hand, rubbing his thumb over the youngers cheek for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. It felt good. Wooyoung's lips always felt good, no matter what. San smiled into the kiss and kissed him again. Receiving the attention back, because if Wooyoung held his hand, it was a good sign. This went on for a few minutes until Wooyoung let out a soft moan.

He froze for a good minute, San whispering assuring words that it's ok and that's it's his right to enjoy this. "Ok, let's continue," Wooyoung whispered, pulling San in a kiss again. San peppered kisses along his jaw, soft and gentle. When he got to Wooyoung's neck, it took San a lot of effort to not suck on the unmarked skin. He respected Wooyoung's choices.

"Wooyoung, i need to change the camera angle," San murmured, unwilling to let go. He zoomed out the camera. A blush crept up his neck when Wooyoung smiled sweetly, eyes disappearing and cheeks a rosy red. San was down bad for him.

Wooyoung huffed when San got on the bed again, the dizziness too much to endure. He pulled the older down by his neck, pressing a long kiss on San's forehead. Wooyoung squeaked out of a sudden, feeling his leg pushed up, not up, closer to his hips, and San's hand under his thigh.

"What are you doing?" Wooyoung asked. The position felt uncomfortable, much like whenever his desires won over his sanity.

"Is it bad? We can sit instead if this is uncomfortable," San said quickly, taking his hand off Wooyoung's leg. "Actually, can you sit up? I have an idea, and it will be a good shot," he reasoned.

With Wooyoung now sitting, San put the camera over a dim corner. The door didn't get much light and gave the video a cozy vibe. He sat next to Wooyoung andpat his lap. It didn't take long for Wooyoung to straddle the olders lap, placing kisses all over his shoulder and neck, sucking and biting on the skin. All the while, San rubbed his back, bottom lip under his teeth to stop from moaning.

A minute or so, Wooyoung pushed San on the bed, now on top this time. He knew San was hard. He himself got hard at the thought. But this was all for a short film, short video, San wouldn't lie about something like this.

"San ah, would you be comfortable if i got my shirt off? Or you take it off," Wooyoung asked, worried. The video was proof, and if things got heated, he didn't even think about that.

"Sure," San replied, Wooyoung helped San pull off his shirt, gaze stuck on the olders toned chest, and the abs didn't want Wooyoung sane. To his dismay. "Wooyoungie, can you check the camera? If it's taking this all,"

Wooyoung quickly checked the screen and got back in bed. Legs on either side on San's hips. The older smiled at the younger, feeling Wooyoung's hands trace his chest and torso with a look of astonishment. With a gentle hold, San pulled Wooyoung down to kiss him. Hands slipping under the youngers shirt to rub his back, the fabric lifting in the process to expose Wooyoung's skin. This went on for about ten minutes. Kisses and sighs filled the room in the process.

It wasn't until San's hips bucked up against Wooyoung's that the younger came back to his senses. "San, San ah, can you let me go," He had to ask, San was busy feeling his chest under the thin fabric to notice. Wooyoung got off San and turned off the camera, checking if anything too sensual was in it.

"Baby, come here," San groaned, palming the tent in his pants. A wet spot covering the front.

"San ah, we can't do it. I can't go through that, I'm only content with kissing," Wooyoung pleaded. He knew San would never force him, but the olders body language said otherwise.

San smiled at Wooyoung, the sweet smile he gave everyone, but it felt special for Wooyoung. "Can i see?" He asked, curious.

Wooyoung sat next to him, l giving the phone to San. He got comfortable and snuggled up to San's side, rubbing his middle while San commented on how pretty Wooyoung looked on the screen. When it got a bit further, San promised Wooyoung that he would cut that scene to protect the youngers sanity. Because even in the video, the tent in their pants were clear and exposed.

"I'm tired. Can we sleep now?" Wooyoung asked. He was tired after all. San put the phone on the floor and hugged the younger to his chest, drawing circles on his lower back.

"Goodnight, angle," San whispered, voice gentle and caring. With a kiss on Wooyoung's forehead, the two fell asleep.

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Around the time March came to an end, San got done with editing the parts out and made a cinematic piece. He said it like that, but Wooyoung didn't know what he meant. Of course, the night they filmed was in his mind. At times, San still commented on how beautiful he looked. Complimented his looks whenever they were alone, and every time, warmth filled Wooyoung's heart.

"Wooyoung, someone's knocking open the door," Mingi huffed, too tired to get up. Wooyoung usually slept in the lower bunk, and the taller always took advantage of it.

"Who is it," Wooyoung sighed.

"San, it's me," San said. Excited.

"San ah, come," Wooyoung replied. The door opened slowly, San poked his head in, and grinned at Wooyoung. "I'm done, wanna see?"

Now, Wooyoung Of course wanted to see the finished version of their video but not when Mingi was in the room. So he got up and pushed San out of their room, taking the older to his room instead.

"Show me," he whispered, squeezing his eyes to get rid of the headache. San had a gentle smile on his face as he sat Wooyoung on the bed. He opened the gallery in his phone, Wooyoung had sent him the video by the way, and found the last version.

The screen came up with a writing, amicus ad aras. It went black again, then Wooyoung came up. Asking San if it's ok, and a second later San's hand on his cheek. Their kiss, sweet talk, the cut was edited well, passing to another scene. This time, San was shirtless, chest exposed, and Wooyoung's hands over his skin. Just as the things got heated, the scene went to Wooyoung's face closed up, sleeping, then the video finished.

"Yah, San ah, why did you film me when i was sleeping?" Wooyoung whined, hitting San's chest out of frustration.

"You were so cute in the morning, all snuggly and sleepy, couldn't hold it in," San reasoned. "Did you like it? İt's not too exclipit, i worked hard to make a good short film. Only for you and me,"

"Thank you, i like it a lot. Thank you for editing those. Uhh, those parts out, and i wouldn't be comfortable watching that," Wooyoung whispered. He felt hot all over for some reason, and it wasn't even hot anymore.

"No problem, it's all for you,"

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Mingi never knew how to quiet down, and in this day, unfortunately, on one of Wooyoung's bad days, the taller was too excited. Yunho shuhsed him to stay quiet, the Mario Kard too fun to play somehow.

"Sorry, Woo," Yunho apologized, swatting Mingi's head. "We will be quiet,"

Wooyoung didn't answer, just rolled on his side and pressed the pillow on his ear. "It's fine," he grumbled some curses along.

"Wooyoungie, do you want to play?" Mingi asked, holding the controller to Wooyoung.

"Yah, Mingi-"

"Sure," Wooyoung gave in, he took the controller, sirirng up against the pillows on the headboard. He won a few many times, Yunho whining about wanting to win, and Wooyoung giggling at his cuteness. An hour later, the three got off the game. Wooyoung was no longer tired but not awake either.

All the work for the next week was done, and Mingi ended up cuddling with Wooyoung while Yunho left to finish some leftover work from last week.

"I want to sleep all day," Wooyoung complained, hugging the poor plushie to his chest.

"Can I be the big spoon? Since you've worked hard this week, I want to help you relax," Mingi offered, wrapping an arm around Wooyoung's waist and pulling him closer.

Wooyoung got comfortable easily, Mingi always made him feel good for some reason. "Do you think I'm too into my comfort?"

"What do you mean?" Mingi asked, confused.

"That, I act towards my comfort and stay in my room. It's my safe space, and I don't know. I do my work also, but I don't feel satisfied and end up feeling disappointed in myself. Is it bad?" Wooyoung sighed, holding the taller hand.

"No, you're fine. You do your work. It's good work. You're good at your studies, and it's completely fine to look for comfort, that this room is your safe place. Don't be too harsh on yourself," the taller said softly, rubbing Wooyoung's knuckles with his thumb.

"You're doing just fine,"

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Hi lol this is weird anyways, hope u like it

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