San tapped away at his phone, sitting alone on the bed.

The time was growing later, with the sky having shifted to a dark hue ages prior. A quick check of the outside suggested it to be around nine to ten.

San tried his best to drown out the sounds of running water with the music he was playing through his earbuds.

The source of this sound happened to be the doing of none other than Wooyoung, who was currently occupying San's bathroom.
Since the boy planned to be staying the night, he'd thought it best to slip away and shower quickly just to get it over with.

San agreed with this decision. He definitely wasn't thinking about Wooyoung in the shower. Not in any form.

The sound of the doorbell ringing was barely able to reach San's ears through his music, but succeeded in alerting him. San, a bit startled, took out his earbuds, staring at his bedroom door as if that would somehow give him answers.

Knowing he was the only one available, he begrudgingly made his way downstairs, feeling his irritation in the weight of each step he took.

Thankfully he soon found himself at the front door, a hand on the handle.

"Who is it?" San blurted out, not quite stupid enough to open the door with no idea of who or what lay on the other side.

"San, honey! I can't get the door because of my suitcases, can you let us in?" the warm voice of a woman yelled back, her tone showing a ditziness to her personality.

San felt his heart stop in shock, her voice having sent a wave of both excitement and nervousness through him as he fumbled to unlock the door.

He swung it open, coming face to face with a shorter woman, her grin widening as she laid eyes on her son.

"Mom???" San spoke, stepping back as to allow her to stride through the door and dump her suitcases on the ground.

"Hey kid," the cheerful voice of a taller man grabbed his attention, with San turning to see his father walking through the door holding two large carry-ons.

"Why are you guys back already?" San questioned, pausing to turn to his mom who walked towards him with her arms open.

"We missed you!" said the woman, hugging San tightly. San hugged her back, although a bit startled still by their sudden return.

"We got a quick break from our job because our client chose to delay some signings," the father explained as he propped his cases up against the wall, padding over and ruffling his son's hair. San lightly pouted as his hair was messed up.

"That means we're gonna be here for a few weeks until we have to fly over to Beijing," he continued, strolling over to sit down on their couch.

San didn't know whether to feel happy they were back or mourn his temporary loss of freedom.

"So, San sweetie," his mom said, sashaying towards him with a knowing smile. "I do remember you mentioning a special someone on our phone call?"

San gained an embarrassed smile as he thought back to their conversation.

"Well, about that..." he trailed off, remembering at that moment exactly who was present in his bathroom's shower.

His mom ignored his words, an excited look gracing her expression.

"When can we meet him? I'm just dying to already," she said, San almost cringing at her honest question.

"Yeah, that's the thing..."

San, out of the corner of his eye, caught the sight of a startled and confused boy peeking through the doorway to the living room. Neither adult seemed to notice this.

The woman's patient expression prompted San to continue. "He's kinda, uhh... here? Like right now?" San said hesitantly, watching as his mother filtered through numerous emotions.

She decided to settle with amusement. "Huh. We came at a good time then, I guess?" she joked, clapping her hands together as if to prepare herself.

"Oh, that boy is here?" the father said from the couch, sitting upright in a sort of effort to look presentable.

"Dad knows?" San inquired, his mom nodding curtly.

"I told him the same day you told me. Let me just say he was very excited at the prospect of being able to make twice as many dad jokes..." she trailed off, shaking her head.

"But anyway!" she continued, "Are you gonna call him over, or...?" she paused, waiting to see her son's answer.

San shrugged. "He's right over there, so..." he stopped, intentionally making eye contact with the boy still watching from the distant doorway.

"Woo, come over here!" San beckoned, gesturing for the younger to come join them.

Wooyoung, albeit startled, gathered the courage to stop hiding behind the doorway and timidly make his way over towards San.

San couldn't help but smile at the other's clearly unprepared state. Wooyoung's dark wet hair was a sign he had clearly just showered, along with the loose tshirt and sweatpants he was wearing. In hindsight, he probably would have chosen a different outfit for the first meeting.

Wooyoung found himself standing next to San, who wrapped an arm around his waist.

"So, this is Wooyoung," San introduced, gesturing to the boy's face casually. Wooyoung gave a small wave, finding it hard to do anything else at the moment.

"Um. Hello..." Wooyoung managed to force out, feeling just a tiny bit terrified at the feeling of both of San's parents staring at him.

"Oh, you're so cute!" the mother exclaimed, walking up to him and gently squeezing one of his cheeks, as if it were her own son.

"I'm San's mom, as you can probably tell," she said, holding out a hand for Wooyoung to shake.

He nervously complied, still feeling a bit out of his element.

"Hey there," the father greeted, giving a warm smile to Wooyoung as he waved. Wooyoung felt a bit thankful for the distance; somehow he felt as if the father understood his discomfort.

"Have you two eaten already?" the woman asked, glancing in the general direction of the kitchen as she made the inferred offer.

"Yeah, we ordered some food earlier. Thanks though," San dismissed, only halfway telling the truth. They had just binged on a bunch of snacks, but she could live without knowing that.

San's mother nodded. "Alright. We might do the same, actually," she continued, turning to glance at her husband.

"Honey, could you call and order from that Italian place I like?" she asked in a quite persuasive tone, her husband nodding as he stood up from the couch, taking out his phone to dial the number.

San's mother took that opportunity to steal his spot on the couch, gesturing for the two teens to take the chairs near her.

They complied, both sharing a questioning look before turning to the mom.

"So," she said, seeing both sit down, "you two are... dating, right?"

Wooyoung and San shared yet another hesitant look before nodding.

"Okay, good! I needed to know what I could say and couldn't say," the mom laughed, her cheerful demeanor spreading towards the other two. Wooyoung found himself beginning to smile as he felt a bit more comfortable.

"How did you two meet?" she asked, getting entirely two comfortable on the couch. She held herself with the air of a teen girl wanting to know all of her best friend's gossip.

"We share a physics class," Wooyoung answered, surprisingly. San merely nodded along. He couldn't get into the extensive strings he pulled to let their meeting happen.

The trio found their conversation taking on a pleasant, comfortable feel as the pair got used to the mother's curiousness, with both boys answering her occasional questions eagerly.

Within a short while, they had discussed a multitude of topics, with everything from their classes to Wooyoung's interests being touched on.

Sadly, the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation.

"That's the delivery man! Italy, here I come," blurted San's father as he dashed towards the door with reckless abandon. The mother rolled her eyes at her husband, before standing up and stretching.

"That sounds like my cue to leave. Sorry for interrogating you two," the woman smiled, patting her son's shoulder as she walked towards the exit of the room.

"I'll leave you two alone, then. Bye!" she gave a small wave, before scurrying off into the kitchen, in search of her husband who was now bearing their take out.

With no words exchanged between them, the boys immediately stood up, heading towards their destination of the stairs. Only a few shared glances of amusement were given as the pair hurried up to the second floor.

"Fuck," Wooyoung exhaled as they reached the second floor landing, "I thought I was gonna die!"

San gave a tired laugh. "Sorry, I would've warned you if I knew they were coming," he spoke.

Wooyoung waved a hand as to dismiss the apology. "It's fine. I kinda like your mom, she's nice," he commented as the two strolled down the hallway towards San's room.

"You're still staying the night, yeah?" San made sure as he swung open his bedroom door. Wooyoung gave a casual thumbs up as he walked into the room first, with that serving as his answer.

San had barely stepped in the door when his phone buzzed, a new message displayed on its screen.
He felt a smile rise to his face as he saw it was from his mother, and without missing a beat typed the most accurate reply he could think of.

_
Momma🙇🏻‍♂️:
Man, I raised you right
He's adorable, I really like him

San💕:
yeah same I like him too
Delivered

_

They both knew that reply certainly wasn't a lie.