MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

Disgusting cuteness. Like seriously, gag worth, I want the angst back ;)

Wooyoung's POV

I woke up with a start as I felt something land on my face, startling me. I sat up quickly and looked around to see Yunho sitting on his bed looking at me with a grin.

"I hate you so much," I said as I flopped back down on my bed and yawned.

"Dude you missed breakfast because you were sleeping in like come on, it's almost midday," Yunho said. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head into my pillow.

"What are you doing idiot," he asked.

"I'm so tired," I grumbled.

"Why exactly are you so tired," Yunho asked me and I sighed before rolling onto my back.

"Just couldn't sleep last night," I said.

"Why? You've never had trouble sleeping are you," Yunho asked as he came over and sat on the edge of my bed. I peeled my eyes open and looked up at him to see the concern in his eyes. He was worried about me.

"No, I just had a lot on my mind. I'm fine though, really," I said with a sigh as I sat up.

"Anything you want to talk about," he asked, his hands landing on my ankle as he squeezed it gently. I thought back to Friday night, to San. As much as I would love to scream and giggle about kissing my first and quite possibly only crush, I told San I wouldn't say anything to anyone. He isn't exactly good with his emotions and I'm almost certain the things he's feeling isn't something he's felt before. I noticed it a while back that he might have some feelings there but I didn't mention anything because even if I may have noticed something, I doubted San had. Which is why it came as a surprise that he was the one to kiss me. I had been having doubts in my mind about whether my feelings for him were starting to resurface but the minute I felt his lips against mine, felt the way he held me, though unsure, I knew. I knew that little eleven year old Wooyoung's feelings for his best friend and never quite gone away. There is something I need to talk about, but not with Yunho.

"I'm ok, really. Just useless thoughts you know. Like why do you have to wash towels? Cos if you have a shower then you're clean so how would towels get dirty? And does a straw have one hole or two? But also nothing is ever really on fire, the fire is just on the-."

"Ok, ok, I get it, you can shut up now," Yunho laughed as he cut me off.

"Also no matter what type of potato we eat, our stomach just thinks everything is mashed potatoes," I said with a grin.

"Oh my god you are so weird," Yunho said as he stood up and shook his head.

"Rude," I said with a huff as I slipped out of bed.

"So what exactly do you have planned today? Yeosang said you weren't coming with us to Hogsmede," Yunho said.

"I'm not. I'm going to get some studying in today," I lied. Yunho stopped what he was doing and turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"You studying on a Sunday? What's really going on," he asked. Right, not the best excuse.

"Excuse you, I happen to be a very hard working student," I said with a giggle, making Yunho crack a smile.

"Look at you Youngie. Soon enough you'll be the top student in the class if you keep studying like this," he said.

"Yeah no this is just a once off cos I'm struggling in Transfiguration," I said with a giggle as I opened my trunk and looked through my clothes. I instinctively went to grab out some comfortable old clothes, after all I was staying inside but I froze with my hand clasped around my track suit pants. Is this the type of thing I should get dressed up for? I mean it's not a date, I don't even know what San is going to say. But there's still the chance that he will understand what he's feeling and decide he likes me back. And if that happens, I want to look good right.

"You good?" I jumped in shock and turned my head around to see Yunho behind me with a frown.

"What? Oh yeah, just got carried away in my head for a sec there," I said, quickly grabbing out a pair of decent looking jeans, a shirt and my nicest hoodie. Still casual but going for a nice casual look.

"Anyway, I'll see you tonight, I'm going to get changed and then head to the library," I said.

"Ok. But hey Youngie, look at me for a sec," Yunho said. I paused and glanced up at him in confusion.

"Make sure you eat properly today. You've already missed enough meals," he said.

"Oh, right. Sure," I said with a nod. Yunho frowned but sighed and ruffled my hair before walking out of the room and leaving me alone. I let out a breath of relief and sat back down on the bed with my clothes in my lap. I glanced at the clock to see it was about 11am. Which means I have an hour before I need to be at the Room of Requirement to talk with San. An hour. All I have is an hour and then I'm going to find out if my life is going to change drastically. I know I told San I already had my answer and didn't have to think about it but I spent the past day thinking about everything. Yunho had already mentioned it near the start of the year. He asked me if I still have feelings for San and I told him I didn't know, which was true. At the time anyway.

San was my first crush and though I was young at the time and didn't understand what I was feeling, looking back now I can see that I loved him, I've known for while. He had ignited these new and terrifying feelings inside me and that leads to the next problem. If we talk this through and he decides he wants something more, I'm not sure I can give him that. I want to, I know I do but I can't exactly have an open, public relationship with a guy. If my dad caught wind of it, let's just say he wouldn't be very cheerful. I'm not sure how keen San would be at a secret relationship after what happened with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. And that's assuming he'd actually want anything to do with me.

I let out a nervous breath and got up quickly, changing into the clothes that I had pulled out. I straightened out my clothes and went over to the old mirror in the corner of the room, glancing at the outfit. It looked nice but I wasn't quite sure if it was the best look. I went to my trunk and pulled out my comb before going back to the mirror. I let out a breath and ran the comb through my hair, styling it slightly. That looks a bit better at least, it's nice but doesn't show that I've carefully thought out what I'm wearing. Should I wear some cologne or is that overkill? I don't know why I'm worrying so much about my appearance, we're just having a talk. I let out a breath and decided this would be the best I was going to get. There was still another 45 minutes before we were supposed to meet up but I couldn't help myself so I left the common room and made my way to the seventh floor. I slipped inside when the door showed up and quickly thought up a fireplace and a couch. I sat down on the couch nervously, resting one leg over the other before frowning and quickly switching them. That didn't feel right either so I shuffled back and brought my feet onto the couch, tucking my knees to my chest.

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I remained sitting in that position for a while, just watching the clock on the wall that had popped up a few minutes after I sat down. My throat tightened slightly as I watched the clock tick over midday and then get to 10 past and San still hadn't come. Maybe he wasn't going to come. Maybe Friday didn't mean anything and he was just experimenting but didn't like it. I felt my eyes well up involuntarily and I sniffled as clenched my hand over my shirt. I don't know why I bothered getting my hopes up, it was stupid. I've been fine for years without him and sure the kiss was the best I've ever had and made me feel all mushy inside but it isn't the end of the world. It shouldn't be. So why was it hurting so much. I let out a sob and dropped my head into my knees, curling my arms around my legs tightly for some form of self-comfort.

"No, no, no. Don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm here." I let out another sob as I felt the couch dip and arms wrap around me tightly. I let out a breath and leaned into San's side, shifting to wrap my arms around his neck and hug him back.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was stressing out with something stupid so I took a bit long. I promise I didn't mean to make you cry," San rushed out. I choked on another sob and heaved in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"It's ok," San whispered, his hand rubbing up and down my back. I sniffled and pushed myself closer, my face heating up in embarrassment. God I'm dramatic sometimes.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. I sighed and shook my head as I pulled back, wiping my eyes quickly with my sleeve.

"Don't be, I was just being stupid," I said with a frown.

"No you weren't. I was supposed to meet you here like 20 minutes ago. It's understandable that you thought I wasn't coming," he said and I sighed.

"I was worried this was going to ruin our friendship. No matter what way this goes, I just want to keep being friends with you. When you didn't show up, I don't know, I panicked," I said quietly.

"You thought I wasn't going to talk to you again," he asked.

"I don't know, maybe," I mumbled with a shrug.

"Well I will, no matter what happens. Promise," he said, holding out his hand with his pinkie extended. I glanced at him in confusion before reaching out and linking out pinkies, watching as I pretty smile slipped onto his face. He tugged me closer and wrapped me up in a soft hug again and I relaxed against his side. We sat like that for a few minutes, just basking quietly in each others embrace.

"I don't know what to do, I was kind of relying on you to guide this conversation," San said quietly, breaking the silence and making me chuckle lightly. I sat up again and shuffled over so I could sit and face him properly as he did the same.

"I um, I honestly don't know where to start with this either," I admitted.

"Ok, um. Did you, want to talk first, or me," he asked slowly.

"Well, did you have a think over things yesterday like we said," I asked and he nodded.

"So what was the conclusion you came to," I asked him. I noticed the way his face dropped slightly and his shoulders hunched inwards. I glanced at his hands in his lap to see he was fiddling with this nervously, picking at his nails. I quickly reached out and slipped my hands into his to try and calm him down.

"Hey, it's ok. No matter what you decided, I'm not going to be mad ok. If you want to forget Friday happened th-."

"No! No, I d-don't," he said quickly. Thank god cos I don't think I could just forget about it.

"I-It's not something I can just forget Youngie. I don't. I've never done something like that before," he said quietly.

"Never made out with someone," I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No. Well, yes. But I mean in general," he said. In general? Wait a minute. I swallowed dryly and tightened my grip in his hands.

"Sannie was that your first kiss," I asked him gently. His face turned red and he looked down quickly before nodding. Well shit. I wouldn't have been so hurried if I'd known it was his first kiss, I would've been more slow and gentle.

"It's embarrassing, I know," he said quietly.

"No it's not. Not at all," I replied quickly.

"I've never really had many friends, let alone someone I trust enough to kiss," he said with a shrug. My heart warmed at his words.

"I'm glad you could trust me San. I feel honoured to be your first kiss," I said softly. He glanced at me warily for a few seconds before flashing me a small smile.

"I'm glad it was with you. It was nice," he said quietly.

"Good," I said, rubbing my thumbs over the back of his hands.

"I don't want to forget it. Kind of the opposite actually," he whispered.

"Then we won't. But is that all you want? To remember the kiss," I asked him gently and he immediately shook his head.

"Talk to me San, tell me what you want. I can't read minds so we need to communicate this properly okay," I said softly.

"I don't know how to say it," he said nervously.

"It's just me Sannie, I won't judge. Just say whatever is on your mind and if we need to we can decipher it together," I said. San was quiet for a few seconds as he squeezed my hands.

"Whenever I'm around you, it feels different than usual, than when I'm around other people. I used to think maybe I was getting sick because my face would always heat up and my heart would race," he whispered. I held back a chuckle at his words, knowing he was being truthful and wasn't good with emotions so he wouldn't have understood.

"You were blushing Sannie," I said softly and he nodded.

"I realise that now but I think I was in denial before. And it's something I don't feel with anyone else, just you. I asked Hongjoong the other day, how he knew he loved Seonghwa and he told me that it always felt like his heartbeat would quicken to try and sync with Hwa's and he would struggle to control his emotions so he would always blush and feel this warmth inside," San whispered.

"And that's familiar for you," I asked gently and he nodded.

"I don't know if I'd go as far as to say I love you in that way just yet, but I know there are feelings there and I don't know, maybe in future," he said with a shrug. I couldn't help as a smile slipped onto my face and San chuckled.

"You don't need to look so happy," he said, ducking his head down to hide it in my shoulder. I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his head before dropping mine down against it.

"I am happy," I whispered. He pulled back again to glance at me.

"I haven't even told you what I decided," he pointed out.

"So, can't I still be happy," I asked.

"Well what if I say that while I don't want to forget Friday, I don't want to do it again," he asked.

"Then I will respect that and I'll be happy just knowing I was able to give you a good experience for your first kiss," I said softly. Truthfully I would be a little heartbroken, but I'd never force him to want a relationship with me, especially since I wouldn't know how we'd work it. He was quiet for a few seconds again as his eyes scanned over my face before he leaned forwards and cupped it, kissing me gently. My eyes widened in shock before I quickly slipped them closed and leaned into the kiss. It was slow, gentle and comforting and I felt myself smiling into it, causing San to pull away.

"You're smiling again," he whispered.

"Because I'm happy," I whispered back. He hummed and pressed his forehead to mine, letting out a breath that brushed against my lips.

"If you um, if you feel the same, I would like to have a relationship with you," he said quietly. Ok don't freak out, don't freak out, do not freak out.

"You alright," he asked, snapping me out of my dazed state.

"Yep, great, perfect, awesome, all good," I said, nodding frantically.

"You're an idiot," he chuckled.

"Hey, that's just rude," I said pulling away.

"As much as I love joking around with you, I really do. I am panicking over here right now because I've told you how I feel and you haven't said anything," he said. He said it in a joking tone but I could hear the shakiness in his voice and could see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Do you remember a while ago, I think it was the day before Christmas and we had that misunderstanding where I thought you were ignoring me and went up to the astronomy tower. You found me there and felt bad that I thought you were ignoring me and then you hugged me and joked about me acting like it was the best hug ever and I told you it was," I asked. He thought about it for a few seconds before nodding slowly.

"And then we were talking about how disgustingly in love Seonghwa and Hongjoong were and I asked if you'd ever been in love and you said no and then you asked me..." I said, trailing off quietly. San eye's narrowed in confusion before they widened and he moved away from me. I wasn't happy about it but I let him go, placing my hands in my lap instead.

"Oh my god," he whispered, looking away and shaking his head. I just bit my lip nervously, not sure what to say.

"Y-You told me you were in love once back in the first year. And when I joked about you having a crush, you told me it was more than a crush," he said. He looked back up at me and it pained me to see the tears in his eyes.

"You were in love with me," he whispered brokenly.

"I was. I still am," I replied quietly. San let out a sob and dropped his head into his hands and I shuffled closer to rub his back gently. I wasn't sure what to do because I wasn't sure why he was upset. I didn't think he'd be unhappy about me liking him but maybe I was wrong.

"Y-You l-loved me and I br-broke your heart. I was so r-rude to you when we came b-back. You were so excited on that tr-train and I was horrible to you," he cried. Oh. We're back to that.

"Hey, we've already talked about this and I said it was ok. I'm just happy we've got over that miscommunication," I said.

"But it's not ok Woo. It's bad enough that I was a sh-shitty friend but you were in l-love with me Wooyoung. All this time. All this time and I never knew, and I was awful to you," he said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair. I sighed and moved so I was sitting directly beside him, our shoulders brushing.

"I never told you San, I didn't even tell Yeosang or Yunho. I mean I did eventually tell Yunho after he found me crying once but other than that I kept it to myself. I don't think I even ended up telling Yeosang so there was no way for you to have known," I said.

"No wonder Yunho hates me so much," San scoffed.

"He doesn't hate you, he's just protective. He tells me I feel too much which means I get hurt easier," I said with a shrug.

"All this time," he whispered.

"I mean kind of but also, kind of not. I didn't stop loving you but I buried it pretty deep over the years because I convinced myself I hated you. It was easier that way," I explained. San sighed and shook his head again.

"I honestly don't know what you saw in me back then, I was lanky little thing, definitely not anything to be impressed by," he said.

"I don't love you cos you're hot Sannie. I mean don't get me wrong, you are but that's not what draws me to you. I loved you because of who you were, your personality. You were such a cheerful kid with a bright smile. You were kind and you made me laugh, that's why I loved you. I think that's why the feelings came back so quickly. I thought it would take a while, or they just wouldn't come back. But you're acting like you again, or at least the you I knew," I said.

"That's actually kind of sweet," he said quietly.

"Point is I love you for you and what happened in the past doesn't matter-."

"It does matter Wooyoung. And I know you said it doesn't but it really does," San said as he slid off the couch and knelt in front of me, slipping his hands into mine.

"At least give it a day before trying to propose Sannie," I joked, making him laugh enough that his dimples popped out. I love his dimples.

"But seriously Wooyoung. I am so sorry for everything that I have put you through over the years. I was heavily influenced by my parents and as a little kid I wanted to make them proud but that doesn't excuse it, not in my eyes. I tried to tell myself you were this awful person that deserved every bit of hatred I through at you. At least, I did after I realised there was no going back from what had happened. But it wasn't true, none of it was and you didn't deserve any of it. You have a beautiful soul Youngie, so pure and for that I'm sorry," San said softly, resting his chin on my knee.

"I don't think I've ever had someone compliment my soul and call it pretty. That was cute," I said with a smile. San groaned and shook his head.

"Stop it," he said, moving to sit beside me again.

"What, I love it. I have a beautiful soul," I said softly, resting my head on his shoulder. He chuckled and slipped his hand back into mine, holding it tightly.

"I never imagined we would've gotten to this point. It seems so surreal that we'd go from hating each other so much to the opposite," San said with a sigh.

"I mean people say there's a fine line between hate and love right," I pointed out.

"True. So um, does this mean your my boyfriend, or is there usually something else you're supposed to do. I don't know how any of this works," he said nervously. It reminded me of how he acted on Christmas day, like he had to follow a certain structure.

"There aren't certain things to do, you just follow what feels right. And, there's one more thing I want to say before we get to that," I said with a sigh. This is the thing that will make or break it before we've even begun.

"Ok. What is it," he asked.

"If we do this, we can-."

"I know Youngie. I know the conditions that will come with it, that we have to hide it. I know your father can't find out because of what he will do. And in a way it's probably best my parents don't find out just yet as well, so I'm on board with that," San said, interrupting me quickly. I let out a breath of relief. That was what was worrying me the most, that San might not be happy about it.

"To be honest that's probably what I thought about the most yesterday. How we would go about keeping it from your dad if anything were to happen. I've thought of a few different things we can do and such but maybe we end up asking Hongjoong and Seonghwa for tricks huh," he said softly, giving me a little nudge. I chuckled at that and nodded.

"I think they'd be the best to consult on this issue," I said with a nod.

"So... Now that issue is out of the way..." San trailed off slowly.

"Damn, I didn't realise you were so eager to get into my pants," I teased. San gasped, his eyes widening as his face turned bright red and he stuttered. It was honestly adorable. So different than the narrow, glaring eyes I used to see staring at me.

"I'm teasing San, don't go having a heart attack," I laughed. He frowned and whacked my arm, making me laugh harder.

"That was not funny," he grumbled.

"No it really was. I seriously have to do that again sometime. You're actually so cute, you know that," I said happily.

"I am not cute, I am a Pureblood Slytherin who is scary and strong," he said.

"Cute little kitty," I giggled, tickling my fingers under his chin. San glared at me and slapped my hand away.

"I'm already having second thoughts," he grumbled. So rude. I'll show him.

"Oh, ok, sorry," I said quietly, dropping my head down timidly.

"Hey wait, no. No I was joking," San said quickly, his hand cupping my chin softly.

"Wow, the great scary and strong Choi San folds in an instant," I giggled, leaning up and pecking his lips softly. He huffed in annoyance and shoved me back onto the couch. I was going to tease him again but he leant over and kissed me gently. I mean that's one way to shut someone up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my hands into his hair, running them through softly. It was unhurried and gentle, reassuring in a way and I felt my body melting back against the pillows. Wait pillows? I pulled away for a second and glanced down before giggling as I realised we were now laying on a bed, not the couch.

"Sorry, I thought it might be more comfortable than the couch. I promise I'm not propositioning you," he whispered.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I said, grabbing his collar and dragging him back down. The kiss this time was a lot more heated and frantic. To be honest, if San hadn't told me it was his first kiss I would have no idea. I contemplated the idea of deepening it further but ultimately decided to just enjoy what we were doing. We parted after a few more seconds but this time San trailed gentle kisses down my chin and then the column of my throat. I let out a breath and went boneless against the bed, tilting my head up to give him further access to my neck. He was very delicate in the way he was kissing, just soft, fleeting pecks that made me feel warm and fuzzy.

"You look cute like this," he whispered as he leaned up and pecked my lips softly. I slipped my eyes open and smiled up at him.

"Be my boyfriend," I murmured.

"Anything for you," he said softly. I looked up at him and sucked in a breath, my heart racing. He looked so beautiful his eyes had this sparkle to it, his cheeks a little flushed and his hair hanging down slightly.

"Woah, Youngie, hey. What's wrong," he asked quickly as he shifted to lay beside me and cup my face. His thumb brushed against my cheek softly and it was only then that I realised I had started crying.

"Sorry, I'm fine," I said quietly.

"Why're you crying? Was it something I did," he asked worriedly.

"I'm just happy," I whispered, rolling over to cuddle close to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath my ear. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer.

"I'm glad. My Youngie," he whispered, making me smile softly.

"What're we going to do in terms of telling the others," I asked him.

"I was kind of hoping we could give it a couple of weeks at least before we say anything. I want us to get a good stable routine and understanding of how we're working this before the others get involved. I already know I'll probably get some backlash from Yunho and maybe even Yeosang and I'm fine with that but I'd rather let us have some peace for a bit. Is that ok with you," he asked me. I could tell it was something important to him and as much as I would like to think Yunho wouldn't be like that, I know it's not the case.

"I think that's a perfect idea," I said with a nod, feeling him relax against me.

"Though I have no idea how I'm going to be able to keep my hands to myself and not kiss the living daylights out of you every time I see you but eh, no reward without struggle I guess," I said making him laugh. We both went quiet after that, just resting and holding each other. If you told me five months ago I would be in this position right now with San, my boyfriend, in my arms, I would've thought you were delusion.

Good thing I've never cared about being delusional. 

A/N

Here is Chapter 27 everyone, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. And thank you to my friend for her input on this, she had a few fun suggestions

Woosan is officially official, yay, took them long enough

How do you think each of the boys will react to the news (I may lurk in these comments and decided to add a few suggestions in)

As usual, let me know if there's anything you'd like to see at some point. Any problems or misunderstandings that may arise