The energy in the room had lightened considerably, San and Wooyoung focusing on distracting themselves with lighthearted jokes and banter.

The two had arrived at San's house a good while ago, grabbing a container or two of ice cream and collapsing onto San's living room couch, turning on the tv as to have some background noise.

The two sat in silence at the moment, an excuse to just sit and enjoy each other's presence without revealing that's what they were doing.
San shoved a spoonful of Neapolitan ice cream in his mouth, straight out of the tub. He didn't care about appearances at the moment; he felt as if he deserved a small break after that night's events.

Wooyoung sat a couple feet away from him, eyes directed at the tv yet not really watching the boring commercials that currently were droning on and on.

Wooyoung glanced over at San, seeing the boy sitting cross legged on the couch, tub of ice cream in his lap as he dug into its contents with the spoon once more.

Wooyoung, without a word, reached over and grabbed the spoon out of San's hand, putting it in his own mouth and eating the ice cream piled on it.

San only stared at the other boy, trying to make sense of the action in his already confused mind. The two shared a silent look, both not knowing how exactly to read the situation.

Both felt the need to say something, yet somehow no words could be found.

"San," Wooyoung finally spoke up, the other only blinking at the sound of his name.

"You wanna talk about it?" San questioned, blatantly referring to the situation they'd gotten themselves out of earlier. Wooyoung nodded,  muting the noise of the tv with the remote.

"So. I feel like I should apologize..." San started. Wooyoung's eyes widening.

"For what???" he questioned, a genuine look of confusion evident on his face.

"I didn't look at the time! It's my fault for staying too late," San explained. Wooyoung only gave him a stare saying that he was crazy.

"I didn't check the time either. That means it's both of our faults," Wooyoung reasoned, trying to find an answer that San could accept. He knew the other would never accept it being only blamed on Wooyoung.

San only sighed. A long pause fell upon the pair, the conversation feeling as if an overbearing tension smothered it; both not sure whether to bring up what they wanted to say.

"Um, San..." Wooyoung started, shifting his position to sitting cross legged as well. He now sat directly across from San on the couch, holding the other's gaze.

San felt his heart rate soar at the tone of the other's words. He hoped the panic wasn't evident on his face, yet he felt as if he would soon begin looking quite pale. He felt as if he knew what came next.

"You mind if I ask something?" Wooyoung said, his tone calm and calculated. San felt a wild nervousness spreading through him, managing to shake his head 'no' with a faux confidence.

"Did you..." Wooyoung paused, mulling over his words, "mean what you said?"

There it was. San felt as if this was the worst possible outcome and the best at the same time. He stared back at the other boy, mentally replaying what he had said in the heat of the moment.

'You love him? No, I love him.'

San wanted to say yes with all his heart, but felt as if it may be seen as rushing on his end.

San, now afraid, chose the path of ignorance. "Um, not sure what you mean?" he replied, nervously laughing.

Wooyoung gave him a look that, while it suggested he didn't believe that excuse, also accepted it as an answer.

"San. I want you to answer what I'm about to ask you really seriously. Can you do that for me?" he said, no trace of anxiousness in asking left within him.

San nodded curtly, almost dreading the question to follow. He knew Wooyoung likely wouldn't take any of his shit.

"Are we... friends? Or is this... something else?" The question nearly sent San straight to the other side. He stared at Wooyoung, seeing the other's calm expression hide a hint of worry beneath it.

"...You sure you want a really honest answer?" San made sure, Wooyoung's serious nod encouraging San to open up about it.

San took both of Wooyoung's hands in his, gently rubbing the backs with his thumbs.
"I think we both want it to be something else, yeah?"

Wooyoung, processing his words, gained a somewhat surprised look on his face.
He looked up, scanning the other's face as if to detect any signs of lying.

"Are you, y'know, into... this?" Wooyoung hesitantly asked, seeing San's expression change to a strange mix of emotions.

"You asking if I'm gay?"

Wooyoung froze, not expecting the other to put it so bluntly. An anxious smile appeared on his face. "Ahaha... I guess I am?" he said, his voice a bit shaky.

San held the boy's gaze, as if showing his words were serious. "Wooyoung," he said, channeling all of the other's attention, "I've been gay this whole time, cutie."

With those words out in the open, San felt as if a small part of him had been freed, something within him immediately becoming lighter. Wooyoung's expression quickly shifted away from worry to an array of other feelings.

"You... really?" Wooyoung quietly responded. San swore he heard him mutter a curse word under his breath, causing San to let out a small laugh of adoration as he nodded.

"Then, what you said at my house... did you mean it like that? Or what..." the poor boy trailed off. San, not giving an immediate answer, scooted just a bit up, now closer to Wooyoung.

San leaned forward, just barely catching a glimpse of the increasingly shocked face of Wooyoung as San brushed his bangs to the side, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead.

He pulled back, only to witness a flustered Wooyoung upon sitting fully back down.

The other boy reached up, lightly tracing his fingers along San's jawline, the latter smiling at his touch.

Wooyoung, whilst trying to stop a wide smile from forming, shifted to a kneeling position; he then crawled over to San, wrapping the boy in a tight hug.

Wooyoung buried his face against San's chest, the older not knowing what to do other than wrap his arms around him in return. San found himself gently running his fingers through the other's hair, a calming rhythm which seemed to lull the both of them into a drowsy state.

"Hey San?" Wooyoung spoke quietly, head laid against San's chest.

"Mm yeah?" San muttered, his eyes closed as he leaned back against the couch, Wooyoung in his arms.

"I think that I... um... you too," he spoke, his voice suddenly very small; getting especially quiet at the end. The small word he left out was blatantly understood by them both.

San, feeling himself grow flushed at the comment, simply held the other tighter. "I know, baby," he whispered, fidgeting with the cloth of the other's shirt. He swore he felt the other's heart rate against him increase. He basked in the feeling.

Soon after, San felt Wooyoung's breathing become calm and steady, the boy having fallen asleep in San's hold. San felt like this was his personal heaven.

A soothing sound of rain tapping against the glass windows of the household became evident, the noise creating an environment of serenity. Both that and the calming rise and fall of Wooyoung breathing against him drove San into a light sleep, the only sound left in the house being the soft ticking of a faraway clock.

All was at peace that night; not only in the house, but in the pair's hearts.