The quiet beat of a song played from the speakers, the volume having been set to low.

San and Wooyoung currently sat on San's bed, having put on the radio just for background noise.

At the moment, Wooyoung sat on San's lap, his back leaning against the other who had his arms wrapped around his waist. San, who leaned against the headboard, had his chin resting on Wooyoung's shoulder, lazily watching the younger mess with his phone.

San, simply feeling the urge to do so, turned, leaving a soft kiss on Wooyoung's neck.
Wooyoung smiled, turning to face San.

"You bored?" he questioned, seeing San shake his head. A few seconds passed by, both unsure of what to say.

"Hey," Wooyoung said quietly, San murmuring in acknowledgement that he'd heard.

"Do you think that..."

Wooyoung trailed off as his phone received a notification. His face went blank. San instantly knew what that meant.

"Your mom?" San said, not bothering to look at the screen, instead returning to resting his head against Wooyoung.

"Yeah. She wants me to call her, says she needs to say something," he responded, an air of tiredness in his voice.

"I'll just get it over with," Wooyoung decided, San nodding.

"Want me to leave?" San questioned, Wooyoung shaking his head immediately.

He tapped on her contact, waiting as it rang. "Stay, there's nothing to hide from you," Wooyoung half smiled, San only nuzzling into his neck in response.

A click sounded. "Wooyoung?" a stern voice came through the speaker.

"Yeah?" Wooyoung replied, no warmth in his tone. San almost flinched at the change of his voice when speaking to her vs. him,

"Well, I've been talking to your father... about everything," she said hesitantly, as if unsure of how to bring up the topic.

"Great. Should I be celebrating?" Wooyoung said sarcastically, San smirking behind him at his boyfriend's attitude.

"You should be, actually. If you'd shut it and listen to what I was going to say..." his mother trailed off, composing herself. Wooyoung sat silently, staring at the phone.

"Yes?" he spoke, a bit impatient.

"What I was going to tell you was... well, we talked, and we decided..." she paused, as if having to gather the courage to continue speaking.

"We accept if you want to date him. I'm sorry... for what I said to you before."

Wooyoung froze. He glanced towards San, as if checking to see if he had heard it too. San shook his head, his expression equally shocked.

"What?" Wooyoung replied, his tone now a bit incredulous.

"A teacher of yours emailed me some information on... the subject. I honestly didn't realize it was natural, I..." she began to ramble, her voice wavering a bit. "Anyway. I won't say I fully understand it but, he seems like a good kid, so..."

Wooyoung blinked. He found himself at a loss for words.

"Seriously? You're not joking?" he said, obviously in utter disbelief.

"I'm not. I know you won't forgive us for all that's happened, but can you do me a favor?" she paused, Wooyoung murmuring a yes.
"Please come home. I know you probably don't want to, but..." her words faded as she thought of what to say next.

"Okay," Wooyoung found himself agreeing, much to his own surprise.

"Good. Is he there?" she questioned, blatantly referring to San.

"I'm here, yeah," San spoke up, Wooyoung holding the phone closer to him.

"I owe you an apology too, huh? Sorry for that horrible first impression," she commented, trying to lighten her tone a bit.

"Mom—" Wooyoung cut in, as if a thought had suddenly came to him.

"Does this mean I can have him over the house now?" he said, his tone simultaneously serious and jesting.

His mom let out a laugh. "Yes, Wooyoung, you can. Feel free," she said, causing a wide smile to appear on Wooyoung's face.

"Anyway, I'll leave you two alone now. Bye Woo," she spoke. Wooyoung gave a quick farewell before his mother hung up.

The pair sat in a stunned silence, Wooyoung setting his phone face down on the mattress.

"Did that really just happen?" Wooyoung whispered, San blatantly sharing the sentiment in his expression.

Wooyoung turned over, switching from sitting on San's lap to now kneeling, both legs on the sides of San's hips. He faced the other, placing both hands on his shoulders.
"Pinch me or something," Wooyoung stated, "I still don't believe this."

San only smirked, reaching around Wooyoung's waist and pulling the boy closer to him. Feeling the mood of the room instantly change, San leaned backward, bringing Wooyoung to lean against him.

Wooyoung, feeling himself relax into the elder's hold, brought his hand up to San's face, letting his fingertips brush against his cheek.

"San?" Wooyoung said quietly, seeing the content look on the other's face.

"Mhm?" San murmured, moving a hand from Wooyoung's back to behind his neck, holding it there.

A silence ensued, a look forming on Wooyoung filled with apprehension and nervousness.

"Kiss me," Wooyoung demanded, a hint of yearning seeping into his voice.

And thus San did. He leaned in, finding his lips on Wooyoung's before he could even prepare himself for the feeling. In that moment Wooyoung was his only purpose and his only desire; he kept his grip around his waist firm and secure.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, found himself melting into the kiss, bringing both hands up to the back of San's head and gripping onto his soft hair.

Wooyoung felt San gently smile against him, causing him to feel a bit flushed. "Cutie," San murmured against him.

Wooyoung found himself smiling too, more roughly kissing San again as the elder held him tight, Wooyoung feeling the rise and fall of San's chest against his.

San gently pulled away, leaning now to place a small peck at the corner of Wooyoung's mouth, upturned in giddiness. He began leaving a series of kisses along his cheek which spilled onto the younger's neck.

"Heyy," Wooyoung giggled, feeling a bit ticklish at the other's delicate pecks.

San only hummed, feeling Wooyoung's arms wrap around him in a comfortable hug, the warmth of the other greatly welcomed.

San buried his face in Wooyoung's neck, feeling chills as Wooyoung leaned forward, leaving a kiss at the base of San's neck.

"My angel," San murmured against Wooyoung's skin. The other's grip on him tightened, in a somewhat embarrassed yet loving way.

"God, I don't deserve you," Wooyoung whispered, letting himself go limp in San's grip, resting entirely on him.

"You deserve more than me," San corrected. Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but was quickly shut up by San pulling him in for another kiss, this one chaste and quick.

He pulled away, seeing the sheepish Wooyoung, whose breaths were now shallow.

Both unsure of what to say, Wooyoung merely laid down on top of San, laying his head on his chest. The elder's rhythmic breathing worked to calm him, assisted by San now reaching up and caressing the back of Wooyoung's head.

The quiet droning of the radio still played on, becoming the only sound in the room once again. San and Wooyoung merely laid still, each other's presence keeping them satisfied.

"You want me to find something to watch?" San questioned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. No response came.

He glanced down to see Wooyoung had fallen asleep on his chest, still draped over him. San smiled at the sight. He swore he fell harder for him at every moment.

San scrolled through his Instagram feed, making sure not to move as to not disturb the other boy.

He thought, in his opinion, that nothing in the world mattered more than these moments.

And he was right.