tw: mentions of domestic abuse

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- minmin
wooyo where r u rn

- minmin
its nearly five in the evening n yunho is being annoying with his videogames again

- minmin
wait,, dont tell me ur at sans place still

- yunho 🐶
what is this about my videogames
and why is wooyoung still at san's place

- wooyoung
i'm still with san
keeping him company and all

- wooyoung
already told mom and she's fine with it
just doesnt want me to get in trouble or get drunk or smth

- minmin
f ucking hell woo
are u home alone with him??

- wooyoung
uh...yes???

- minmin
f u c king hell

- wooyoung
what??

- minmin
what if u guys end up having sex!!

- yunho 🐶
uhh no way

- minmin
yes way!!

- minmin
i mean i'd been against u and san at first woo
but now that i think about it, u guys kinda look good together

- wooyoung
😳😳😳
mingi pls

- yunho 🐶
no they do not >:(
guys remember san is a fuckboy, ok? and woo u can't have sex with a guy like that
ur too innocent and good for him

- wooyoung
no i am not!!

"Wooyoung?" A voice suddenly says, nearly knocking Wooyoung's socks off. Yes, he currently has socks on, a white pair with pastel green hearts.

Wooyoung's head swerves around and sees San standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his grey shorts revealing just how deliciously sculpted his thighs and calves are. God, I need help.

They've just finished gulfing down the mac and cheese,Wooyoung telling San about the stunt he pulled in Jaehyuk's desk in the process ("Oh my god Wooyoung" "But it's funny! See, you're laughing right now!"), and while San had been rinsing out the containers and utensils, Wooyoung had lost himself in the chaos of his small groupchat.

"Yeah?" He lets out, eyes drifting down San's sun kissed legs for the second time.

"What are you doing?" San asks, his voice having a musical lilt to it. He's been in a much better mood after Wooyoung showed up with the food, and though Wooyoung can't reverse what's happening with San's mother, he can provide support in any way he can.

"What am I doing?" Wooyoung uselessly repeats, making the mistake of glancing down at his group chat.

- minmin
when attractive people stay in a place by themselves they tend to screw their brains out, yunho

- yunho 🐶
wooyoung isn't gonna have sex with san today because
a) he isn't like that and
b) everyone knows getting involved with san like that is a bad, bad idea

- minmin
they'll probably have sex

- minmin
wooyoung, there are condoms around right

"I'm texting my friends," Wooyoung answers much quicker than is deemed normal, but he can't force himself to care when his face is most likely as red as a stop sign right now. "About stuff."

San drums his fingers on the wall he's leaning against. His stare makes Wooyoung super flustered. "What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff about whether I'm gonna have sex with you tonight." Wooyoung's mouth drops. Why did he have to say that?

San's clearly caught off-guard too, to make matters worse. "Sex with me?"

"It's -- " Wooyoung clears his throat, the sound rough and way too loud. "It's just something insane my friends started theorizing about. I had no part in it, though. No part."

"That's good," San begins, but he isn't looking Wooyoung's way, "because I'm not having sex with you."

"You're not having sex with me?"

"No," San replies. When their eyes meet, his jaw clenches.

"Why?" Wooyoung wants to shoot himself in the face, because why can't he just keep his fucking mouth shut?

"Because you haven't done it yet and you have to do it with someone special that'll treat you how you deserve to be treated," the taller confesses. His words should make Wooyoung blush -- because he's talking about his virginity, for Christ's sake -- but all Wooyoung feels is a weird somberness. San's just basically admitted how low he thinks of himself.

"But you're a special person," Wooyoung says, his phone forgotten next to him on the couch. "And you're like, a sex god."

At this, San laughs in disbelief, nose scrunched a little. "Sex god? Me?"

"Well, yeah." Wooyoung's ears burn with the heat of a thousand suns. "That's what I always thought even before I started hanging out with you. I was in awe, almost, and I sometimes even imagined what it'd be like to be um, as attractive and as sexually superior as you are."

San's skepticism hasn't melted off yet. "You're kidding."

"I'm not," Wooyoung admits, wiggling his socked feet to distract himself.

"You're better than me, though," San speaks, voice pulling him out of his thoughts. "All I do is sleep around 'cause my life's falling apart, but you've got people around you who love you. You're pure and sincere and so goddamn cute, and I don't want to mess things up and fuck up your life."

His words stun Wooyoung, and all he wants to do at this moment is to convince San that what he's thinking can't be any further from the truth. "You're not...fucking up my life, San. I'm here at your place right now because I want to, and you're genuinely nice to be around. And I'm not gonna judge you because of the things you do to relieve stress."

Wooyoung's cheeks stupidly burn at the last sentence, but he hopes San isn't looking at them.

San doesn't say a thing for a few seconds, but then, a look of determination shadows his features. His lips curl upwards. "Wooyoung, let's go to my room."

Wooyoung's heart pounds like a jackhammer. "Your room?"

"Yeah," San nods, reaching for his hand. "We're not like, having sex though."

"Oh, okay." Geez, Wooyoung sounds way too disappointed for his liking. Hopefully San hasn't picked up on it.

San's hand entwines with his as they stroll into the taller's bedroom, and Wooyoung makes a point of swinging their arms to bring a smile to San's face. It works.

Before the door fully closes, San rests his hands on Wooyoung's lower back. This already feels like deja vu, as Wooyoung is also wearing buttoned flannel shirt at the moment.

"This still feels comfortable, right?" San asks, referring to their previous arrangement. His voice is gentle, a lullaby to Wooyoung's ears.

Wooyoung nods. The lights aren't on so he can't see much of San's face, but he can definitely feel the intensity of his eyes.

His breath hitches when San's hands enter his shirt and trail up the curve of his back, fingertips sending chills down his spine.

"What about this?"

"Y-Yeah," Wooyoung nods again. He's thinking about that dream he had of San once more, and all he wants at this point are the taller's hands all over his body.

San moves to his belt, movement slightly more cautious as he studies the expression on his face. "Will you be okay with me going lower?"

Wooyoung's always had more of a problem with his lower body, and that's why baggier pants are his go-to a majority of the time. But right then, he wonders how it'll feel if he just... gives San his permission.

"I...I think so," he whispers, arms on San's broad shoulders. San doesn't do anything at first, but then his hands fall over his butt, holding it.

"This alright?" San questions. They're so close now that their lips barely graze, and Wooyoung shivers at the heat bursting in his chest, biting his lip.

"Yeah," Wooyoung whispers, legs growing weak when San brings them even closer.

"Let's play a game," San suggests, smile quite innocent despite his hands still groping Wooyoung's ass.

"What game?"

"We reveal something about ourselves, and an item of clothing comes off," San says. "It's to get you a bit more comfortable with being naked in front of others."

Wooyoung's eyes enlarge. "I have to be naked in front of you?"

San's left hand has settled on the dip of his waist, massaging the flesh there. "If you share quite a lot, yeah."

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

"I think. But that just makes this more fun," San winks. He lets Wooyoung go and crawls into his bed, patting the space beside him.

Wooyoung is pretty sure San's doing all this as a distraction from reality, but he's happy to oblige. He copies the taller male and falls into the bed, the pillows soothing against his back. "...It's like 20 questions."

"Kinda," San agrees, licking his lip.

Wooyoung knows San wants him to be more open with his body, but he also can't help but wonder if the taller finds him attractive in some way. Yes, he called him an attractive human and cute, but Wooyoung's romantic heart wants those descriptions to be more specific.

"What're you thinking about?" San asks, peering at him in the dark.

"You, um, called me cute earlier. What kind of 'cute' were you referring to?" Wooyoung's hands wring together, a little nervous for San's response.

Unexpectedly, San readily answers. "The kind of cute I wanna squish."

"That doesn't sound too assuring."

"You're very cute, Wooyoung," San rushes to elaborate. "And I love your features a lot more than anyone else's I've seen."

Wooyoung chews his bottom lip. He wasn't expecting that. "Really?"

"Mhm. And your smile never fails to cheer me up." San grins. And then, "What should I take off?"

"Why are you asking me that?" Wooyoung asks, flabbergasted.

"Cause it's fun."

Wooyoung doesn't think he can keep arguing with San on this, or win the argument either. "...Fine. Your shirt, then."

San listens, his bare chest and rippling muscles making Wooyoung's head spin. "You remember when you said your dad was shitty too, at detention? Can you tell me what he did?"

Wooyoung doesn't have to answer, he knows this. And if he doesn't answer, he gets to keep his clothes on. But he wants San to know more about him, just like he wants to know more about the other.

"He was um, quite abusive." Wooyoung fiddles with his sleeves. "Physically, I mean. Especially to my mom. She'd try to hide the bruises and pretend that everything was okay, but I knew something was wrong."

He inhales a breath, San's eyes never leaving him. "Then one day when I returned from elementary school, I saw mom crying on the floor, my dad with a raised fist. I ran to try and stop it, but then he punched me so hard I ended up in the hospital. It's when mom finally decided she needed to get us away from him."

San's lips part in shock, eyes soon burning with rage. "Jesus, Wooyoung. I'm so sorry that happened to you."

Wooyoung just shrugs, not wanting to make this a big deal. "No worries, San. He's in prison now, so."

"But still," San presses, sounding so passionate about the matter. "Some people are a fucking waste of oxygen, I swear."

Wooyoung nudges him with his toes, wanting to skip this topic. "Tell me what to take off."

San's jaw is still set, but eventually, his features relax. "...Shirt."

Wooyoung unbuttons it, the fabric cascading down his arms. It's a little cold here, so goosebumps are quick to decorate his skin. His heart jumps as San's index finger draws imaginary shapes down his soft tummy, the sensation leaving him breathless.

"Your turn to ask," San says, exhales fanning Wooyoung's stomach when he rests his head on it. He plants a kiss on his bellybutton, the action so glaringly intimate. Tender.

"Your birthday," Wooyoung says, heart growing fonder at San treating his stomach so delicately. "When is it?"

"July tenth," San responds, his breath tickling Wooyoung a little. "I'm a summer baby. What's yours?"

Wooyoung allows himself to stroke through San's soft, dark hair, euphoric when the taller sighs in contentment. "November twenty-sixth."

"Winter baby," San chuckles, and Wooyoung can't resist the urge to join in. "Tell me what to take off now."

"Uhhh...your shorts?" Wooyoung's ears redden.

San slips out of them a moment later, now only in his underwear. Wooyoung almost can't believe this is happening; that San is right here, right now, lying on his stomach nearly naked. San's body is a work of art, broad shoulders tapered into a lean waist and arms Wooyoung would like to snuggle into forever.

"I don't mean to be shallow, but your body is very pretty," he tells San.

San smiles. "That's what you really think?"

"Yeah. You look amazing."

"You just answered a question I asked, so you'll have to remove your jeans now," San retorts.

"That was a trap," Wooyoung complains with a sulk.

San beams up at him, before scooting away. "Doesn't matter now, does it?"

Wooyoung hesitates at first, but then he unfastens his belt, unzips his pants then shimmies out of it. It's instinctual for him to want to cover himself, but he forces himself to stay put, and tells himself over and over that his dad isn't here and there aren't any bruises on his legs. He isn't totally naked too, so there's no need for him to hide away.

His jolts as San places a gentle hand on his thigh, and wants to hit himself for being so dramatic. "I'm sorry."

San shakes his head, his touch pleasant on his skin. "There's no need to be. No need to be ashamed either. It's just you, me, and our bodies."

"I'm not -- " Wooyoung inhales, "I'm not as pretty as you are."

"You're wrong. Because I," San kisses his thighs, "definitely think," another kiss, this time higher, "that you're enthralling. Your body is aesthetically pleasing to the eye. To my eyes. You're so handsome, Wooyoung."

Emotions, plenty and deep, overrun Wooyoung's chest at that very moment, and overwhelmed with feelings, he drags San between his legs and drapes his arms on his shoulders.

"Wooyoung?" San voices out, slight confusion lacing his tone. Even with darkness shrouding them, he looks nothing less than ethereal. Like someone Wooyoung would like to spend the rest of his life with.

I like you. So much, but I can tell you think we're better off as friends even when you tell me I'm pretty and treat me like no one else ever has.

"Can you hold me? And some kisses would be nice too," Wooyoung says.

San does as he asks, arms snug around him as he kisses his neck first, softly so no hickeys can mysteriously show up later. He drifts to Wooyoung's chest next, then to his stomach, muttering praises after every kiss. He shows some love to his legs too, especially his thighs, his touch loosening Wooyoung up.

Then San's fingers skim over his crotch, and Wooyoung's breath gets trapped in his throat.

"U-Um," he squeaks, thighs clenching, "there's this Halloween event my friends and I are planing to go to. A hide and seek thing. I was wondering if you'd like to come with?"

San pauses, eyes as dark as the night, but then he nods, surprisingly. "...Okay."

Wooyoung fears he's heard wrong. "Really?"

"I mean, it could turn out fun," San replies, hand in Wooyoung's hair. "If it's gonna be with you...then I don't mind."

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a/n: thoughts?