For a couple of minutes on San's bed, it was just them, peaceful silence and their thumping hearts. Wooyoung had his arms around San, chest pressed against the older's back and his chin nestled in the slope of his neck. It seemed like he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

And to San, this moment was nothing short of surreal. He couldn't help but close his eyes, basking in the warmth that surrounded them and Wooyoung's tight and secure hold, while the younger male began playing with his fingers, his even breathing sending pleasant shivers down San's spine.

It was safe to say that San didn't want this to end. He pushed himself to remember everything about this memory, locking it away in the deepest, safest corner of his mind so he wouldn't ever forget it. And he'd replay it again and again whenever he felt down or wasn't feeling the best -- it'd be the one thing that'd keep him afloat and happy.

Then, Wooyoung's stomach unexpectedly grumbled, which promptly pulled San out of his dazed reverie. He opened his eyes and then tried to turn around, but was quickly and firmly held in place by Wooyoung.

"Don't move," the latter mumbled, planting a kiss on San's jaw that made his toes curl, "wanna stay here with you for a little while longer."

San wanted that too, but the fact that Wooyoung was probably hungry didn't sit well with him at all. "Woo... when last did you eat something?"

Wooyoung loosened his grip, but he kept playing with San's hands, slowly caressing his knuckles and making the older male feel like an overall mess. "Can't remember. Maybe...this morning?"

San shook his hair, making it fall into his eyes as a subtle way to hide his blush. "Hey, let's head to the kitchen. I'll make something for you."

With that, he turned himself around, only to be met with Wooyoung's eyebrows lightly furrowing and his overall facial expression darkened.

San's smile gradually faded. His overthinking nature started wondering if he'd done something to piss the dark haired male off. "Did -- did I do something?"

Wooyoung sighed and ran an agitated hand through his black hair. "You're too nice to me."

San blinked, trying to process the younger's words. They'd shot right through and managed to hit someplace close to home, but he forced himself to remain neutral, fearing that he'd upset Wooyoung further if he showed he'd gotten affected by his words.

But then, Wooyoung looked up, his round brown eyes peering into San's. He then quickly shook his head. "I don't mean it in like, a rude way or anything. It's just -- you're so...caring, especially when it comes to a fuck up like me. It kinda takes me aback at times."

"You're not a fuck up," San didn't waste time in adding. He couldn't help the way his tone got all defensive. "Don't say stuff like that about yourself."

Wooyoung just shrugged, gaze downwards, and for some reason, that aggravated San even more. "It's nothing to be mad about though."

San then suddenly leaned in and grabbed Wooyoung's face, forcing the younger boy to look at him. White hot anger gripped him, but it wasn't directed at Wooyoung, no -- it was directed at those little pessimistic words which couldn't be more false, because they'd struck a cord within San's heart, and he hated that. Hated the fact that a phenomenal boy like Wooyoung could think such a way about himself.

"Don't ever talk about yourself like that again, you hear me?" San sternly commanded a stupified and wide-eyed Wooyoung. "You're not a fuck up. I happen to think you're amazing, and I wanna stay with you for however long you'd let me." San let his hands cup and stroke Wooyoung's face, maintaining their electrifying eye contact. "...And I want to embrace all of you, including your flaws. I want to be the person you find comfort in, and I want to take care of you too."

San shortened the space between them and pecked Wooyoung straight on the lips, his hands still holding the younger's face in place. "So let me fucking take care of you, Jung Wooyoung, because you're a breathtaking human being, and you deserve to be treated as such."

Wooyoung was like an ice sculpture underneath his fingertips -- frozen and unmoving. His eyes were closed, long lashes shadowing his cheeks as a healthy red pigment blossomed on his face. He gulped, unconsciously shifting closer to San's bewilderment.

"Shit," Wooyoung then whispered.

"...What?"

"That was hot."

Now it was San's turn to freeze, his lips parting a little, but he quickly regained himself by clearing his throat. "Huh. Really?"

Wooyoung opened his eyes and nodded, stuttering out his next words with that stunning blush still colouring his cheeks. "Yeah. Didn't know you could grab my face like that. And -- and the way you looked at me," he smiled coyly at the older male, "it made me feel all warm inside."

San bit his lip, immensely embarrassed. "Oh. Um -- okay."

Wooyoung's smile transformed into a smirk, before he decided to crawl his way over to San and settle himself on his lap. Almost instantly, San's face lit on fire, his eyes looking everywhere but at Wooyoung.

"We should totally kiss again," Wooyoung spoke. The grey shirt he had on was doing him wonders, contrasting beautifully with the smooth, exposed skin of his tanned neck and the dip of his collarbones.

San's tongue went dry, he seriously couldn't look away. He really wanted to do as the younger asked and fulfill whatever he wished for, but the voice at the back of his head nagged at him that Wooyoung currently needed some food in his system.

"You need to eat," San replied, chuckling when Wooyoung just sulked like a little kid. He then proceeded to pat the younger's head, giggling when Wooyoung's face displayed confusion. "I'll let you kiss me whenever, however you want after that. At least, before Seonghwa hyung comes home. Deal?"

Wooyoung's smile looked smug. "Deal."

* * *

Despite how chaotic the day had begun, both San's and Wooyoung's emotions at an all-time high like a violent tidal wave destroying everything in its way, things had considerably calmed down by now, the two boys enjoying a serene night with each other without much problems.

San had opted to prepare a simple meal that consisted of spaghetti and sauce since he didn't have much options he could choose from, and while he busied himself with the task of making edible food for Wooyoung, the latter decided to sit on the counter, kicking his legs back and forth like a huge cutie.

San liked this. He liked the way Wooyoung's curious and attentive eyes followed him around, liked when the younger would 'accidentally' let their arms or palms brush whenever he was close to where he sat, and he especially loved the way Wooyoung would stare at him from time to time -- like he was the loveliest person he'd ever laid his eyes upon.

When the spaghetti became ready, San turned off the stove only for a pair of arms to wrap around him from behind. In an instant, San found himself giggling a little bit, euphoria spreading throughout his veins.

"Wooyoung, why don't you wait until I serve you some food first?" San asked the other. Honestly, he had no idea how he managed to keep his voice so calm especially when his heart was currently performing huge backflips inside his chest.

Wooyoung just let his lips linger on San's neck, before leaving small kisses on his skin. It made San turn around, but then his back was being pressed against the edge of the counter, Wooyoung's mouth hungrily moving with his.

And hell, San didn't think he'd ever get enough of this, of Wooyoung's soft, plump lips, of his body heat and of his touches that left San craving for more.

San pulled back for a second, forehead pressed against Wooyoung's and their breaths intermingling, and then gently placed his hands over the younger's shoulders.

"You need to eat."

Wooyoung pouted. "M'not hungry."

At that point, his stomach chose to grumble again, and San flashed a bright grin.

"Looks like your tummy's saying another thing altogether," he said. "Let's listen to it and make it happy, okay?"

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched with an upcoming smile. "Fuck, you're so lame."

San laughed, bravely leaning in to softly kiss the younger on the nose. "I can't deny that."

"Serve me, then. I'm still your master, after all."

"Sure."

San was happy, and although he was very aware of the fact that things like happiness didn't tend to last long for people like him, he still chose to focus on the present and not let the possible future bother him. At that moment, he was content, satisfied that he had Wooyoung by his side. And he wasn't going to let anything ruin that for him, not now.

* * *

San, upon Wooyoung's request, placed the food on the table as well as a cold glass of juice that he knew Seonghwa wouldn't mind sharing with Wooyoung. As all this was going on, Wooyoung had already sat himself down, his chin resting on his folded arms as he watched San with an unrelenting smile on his face.

San soon noticed his stare, and then sat down and looked away, his face burning. "W-What're you looking at?"

"You," was Wooyoung's smug answer, and when their eyes met once more, he winked.

San cleared his throat and pointed the fork beside the plate at Wooyoung. "Take. You need to eat before the food gets cold."

Wooyoung licked his upper lip, a playful, devilish look in his eyes. "...Then why don't you feed me?"

San gulped and then chewed on his lip, realizing how dry they felt. Suddenly, the room felt stuffy and constrained, this odd tension stifling the air. "Wooyoung...are you okay?"

At this, Wooyoung stopped sipping his drink and blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You sound..." San rubbed his hands together, staring hard at the table that separated them, "weirdly sexual."

At this, Wooyoung almost spit out his drink. Loud, rambunctious laughter escaped his mouth at that moment, and his eyes crinkled with barely hidden amusement. He looked like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the entire universe.

"Why'd you ask?" He began, smirking at San who looked shyer than ever. "You want to sleep with me?"

San's entire neck pulsed with heat. "What?"

"You know, like fucking, having sex -- "

"Okay let's just eat the food," San quickly added before Wooyoung could say any more. God, his whole face was burning, and it wasn't fun. The younger's words flustered him and definitely put thoughts in his head that he did not want to think about right now.

Wooyoung (luckily) nodded, which made San relieved. "Okay, I'll eat just because you asked me oh so nicely." He took a bite out of the spaghetti. "It's kinda cold now, but it's totally my fault, don't worry. Plus, it's not bad."

"I'm glad." San bit his lip, only to stiffen when Wooyoung reached out to ruffle his hair. His warm palm tingled San's skin, and butterflies scattered inside his stomach. He didn't know why Wooyoung was being so clingy with him tonight, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the attention.

"Say, when does your cousin come home again?" Wooyoung asked San a few minutes in as he ate.

San rubbed his neck, cringing at how hot the area still felt. "On Fridays he always arrives later. I like staying awake until then too, so he won't feel alone. I make sure I ask him about his day as well, he appreciates that."

Wooyoung's eyes clouded over with understanding. He sighed, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. "You're a good kid, San."

"We're like, the same age," San argued, but he was blushing.

"Shh," the younger replied. He fiddled with the fork in his hand, deep in thought. "...Seonghwa really did a great job raising you until now. I know you may not think that way, but you're seriously the nicest, sweetest person I've ever met, so yeah. He's doing a good job."

The atmosphere between both boys grew increasingly somber, San replaying Wooyoung's words in his head over and over. And each time he did, they became more and more heartfelt.

"Hey," Wooyoung poked his arm. His face mirrored amusement, but his voice sounded uncharacteristically worried. "Don't get all soft on me now."

"I -- I'm not." San inhaled a heavy breath, trying to wipe his eyes without looking too obvious. But, it didn't appear to work because Wooyoung was next to him in less than a second, his arm slung around his shoulder.

"Crap, I must've said something embarrassing, didn't I?" Wooyoung uttered, while San just sniffed and continued to wipe his eyes, determined not to meet the younger's stare.

"You didn't say anything bad," San replied. His voice sounded all raspy and like an overall mess. "I'm just being stupid."

"You're not stupid." Wooyoung stared at him, which only made San keep his gaze settled on the floor.

Wooyoung tenderly ran his hand through San's locks, quickly noticing how the older turned his head away. "Hey, don't look away..."

San kept his head down. "I probably look terrible."

"You're beautiful."

San looked up then, his dumb heart racing due to those simple words that turned out to affect him so profoundly. "I am?"

Wooyoung poked his cheek. "Mhm. And I'm telling the truth since I'm quite hot as well."

San quietly chuckling, unaware of the lone tear that slid down his eye. "Wow."

So maybe that's why his breath hitched when Wooyoung's thumb brushed over his cheek, his heart running a marathon.

"I still apologize for all the pain I've probably caused you, but everyone already knows I'm quite an ass. But you on the other hand, you're a good person with the kindest soul that even I can see, no matter what you think or say about yourself. And none of this is your fault," Wooyoung said. "You're doing your best, and that's all that matters."

"You too," San muttered, tucking some of Wooyoung's hair behind his ear. He still couldn't believe that all this was happening, couldn't believe that this moment was real. The boy he so desperately adored was right there, comforting him with his words and gazing at him with such fondness.

"You're also doing a great job," San finished.

Wooyoung laughed. "Sure."

"I mean it."

"My parents and most teachers don't exactly think the same."

"Well I do," San replied.

Wooyoung ran a finger over the curve of San's pouty lips. "That's 'cause you're into me."

"That, and I can genuinely see that you're improving -- " San promptly paused, and that was because Wooyoung was now stroking his bottom lip, slightly parting it. "That you're improving yourself," he finally added.

"Nah, I don't believe it."

Then San did what he thought he could never do in his lifetime. He let Wooyoung's finger enter his mouth, his tongue smoothly running over it.

Almost immediately, Wooyoung recoiled and rose to his feet, panic flooding his features. "Woah, okay. Um -- I'm taking those dishes over to the sink."

San watched as the younger raced into the kitchen with his empty plate and utensils, unable to hide his wide grin. "You okay there, Woo?"

"Yep. Perfectly fine," Wooyoung called out from the kitchen.

San broke out into barely contained laughter to the bemusement of the younger male.

Wooyoung really made him happy.

* * *

Wooyoung didn't stay the night, mostly because his parents believed he was at Yunho's house, and according to him they wouldn't hesitate to call the blue haired male any time from now to know if their son had been telling them the truth.

"That sucks," San found himself saying.

"Yep. But my parents won't be able to handle seeing me with another guy when they already think I'm fucking my friends behind their backs -- " Wooyoung cleared his throat, realizing who he was talking to, "I mean, seeing them behind their backs."

San, in the meantime, was both blushing and embarrassed yet again. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

Wooyoung patted his hip, displaying a genuinely sweet smile. "See you. And I promise I'll return your clothes back to you later, despite how comfy they are."

"You can keep them."

"Yeah, but I kinda want to preserve your scent, and yes, I'm not ashamed to admit that," Wooyoung answered.

God, Wooyoung would be the absolute death of him.

* * *

a/n: thoughts?