This was going to be a sleepless night. Wooyoung knew that the moment he had closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

In front of his inner eye replayed the whole day on repeat. All of his interactions with San, from when he ran into him to their little road trip while skipping class.

Wooyoung could not even remember the last time he had interacted with a person this much without hyperventilating. His parents being an exception of course.

San was all over his mind and it was impossible for Wooyoung to think about something else. Every time he tried to shift his mind towards the homework he still had to do, he failed. Not even a second later, San's pretty face with the sharp ass jawline and those cute dimples would appear again.

He could not stop it.

It was the first time in his life - or at least the first time he remembered - that he was so distracted with something else that he did not care about missing assignments or basically being perfect.

And it was such a relieving feeling. He had forgotten how it felt to not be stressed out.

His fists grabbed the blanket tighter and pulled it up to his chin, stare facing the ceiling, but only recognizing one specific person that clouded his mind.

However, Wooyoung's thoughts were interrupted by an unpleasant noise coming from his phone.

With an annoyed sigh, he rolled to the side to see who had texted him.

It was an unknown number that was not saved in his contacts.

"Who the hell...?", Wooyoung mumbled.

Nevertheless, he still clicked on the notification, curiosity overshadowing the slight feeling of nervousness and fear.

Hi, angel. I hope you're asleep now and not staying awake this late, but I just wanted to make sure that you got home safely. Take care!

Could this be...?

San?
If you're San, then hi, San, yes I got home safely, you don't have to worry and I am indeed still awake hehe. If you're NOT San, then fuck off weirdo and stalk someone else.
Yours Sincerely,
Jung Wooyoung

His hands started shaking while he waited for an answer. His message was immediately read by the other person and now, there only stood "typing..."

This little word freaked the shit out of Wooyoung. Why was this so nerve wracking? He should probably go out of the chat before he got the other's message or they would know that he waited in the chat the whole time.

It was too late, though, when the next message popped up.

Dear Mister Jung Wooyoung,
I would like to inform you that I am indeed Choi San and no weirdo, as you like to call me. Therefore, there is no need to text to me in the way of a formal letter.

A giggle escaped Wooyoung's mouth, when he realized that it was really only San.

Wooyoung:
Ha ha, you're so funny, San. Where did you get my number, though? I definitely did not give it to you >(

San:
I have my ways

Wooyoung:
you sound like a creep

San:
maybe I am😏👽

Wooyoung:
that is such a weird combination of emojis

San:
my creativity has spoken

Wooyoung:
If that is all your creativity can do, then you better not study arts

San:
angel is turning into a little devil here I see

Wooyoung:
I can be both

Wooyoung:
I can be your boy toy, I can be your bride

San:
I also use tik tok you know

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I don't even know if these are the correct lyrics, correct me if I'm wrong haha but I had to think of this song when I wrote "I can be both"