San and wooyoung sat in the dance studio, watching as the choreographer taught a few moves. Yunho watched from across the room with eyebrows furrowed, wooyoung usually sat by him—not the roommate he supposedly hated.

He stared for a second then looked away, confusion written all over his face. San even had his hand ghosting over wooyoungs waist, 'are they dating?, why didn't woo tell me?'

San whispered something in wooyoungs ear, causing him to look up at him—he nodded his head and looked down silently.

"let's go back to the dorm" san whispered.

The teacher dismissed them and everyone grabbed their bags, shuffling out of the studio. "do you want food first?"san asked close behind wooyoung, nearly talking into his neck.

"i'm okay..."

"alright"

San grabbed wooyoung's hand and walked him back to the dorm. Wooyoung looked down at their entangled fingers, smiling slightly.

San unlocked the dorm and walked inside, his and wooyoungs hands still together. He sighed, looking at the smaller for a minute—an unreadable expression on his face.

After a moment of silence san slid his hands onto wooyoung waist, nuzzling his face in his neck. "i've been waiting to do this all day"

"oh"

San stopped his movement for a minute.

He gave wooyoung's cheek a peck before pulling away, "you don't seem like you're in the mood, i'll leave you alone." the older spoke, walking away to the bathroom.

Wooyoung tilted his head out of confusion, san was just nice to him, like caring.

Wooyoung did want it, he wanted san all the time, but he was tired. Wooyoung changed into comfortable clothing, simple shorts, simple T-shirt.

He sat comfortably on sans bed, waiting patiently. His phone buzzed suddenly, a text message from yunho popping up on the bright screen.

-are you okay? can we talk in person? i haven't seen you in a while woo.

Wooyoung bit at his chapped lip, he looked from his phone to the bathroom san occupied. He shook his head, throwing the phone to the side. He missed yunho so much, but how could he? San wouldn't want him to hang out with Yunho would he? he would get very angry.

Wooyoung sighed and glanced at his discarded phone solemnly. Just then san emerged from the bathroom, tilting his head slightly at wooyoung. "is something wrong?" he questioned, reaching out to wooyoung's flushed face. Wooyoung shook his head quickly, dismissing sans hand. San raised an eyebrow and slid his palm under wooyoung's chin, forcing him to look at him.

"is something the matter?" he spoke again, firmness laced in his scarily low voice. Wooyoung shivered, opening then closing his mouth, trying his best to continue to make eye contact with san. "Wooyoung, i'm speaking to you, aren't i?" san muttered, leaning down to be eye level with the boy.

"yes." wooyoung breathed out.

"Answer me, baby"

Wooyoung's gaze dropped, but san only forced his face up more, causing the skin around his cheeks to redden. "yunho..." Wooyoung began. This caught san off guard, the older furrowed his eyebrows, his face contorting in anger by the second.

"yeah?"

"He wants to hang out with me, and i miss him." The younger finished, terrified of the response he would get, staring up at san with reproach.

"oh really."

Wooyoung's gaze dropped again as he nodded. San observed the boy, his grip slowly ceasing. "give me one good reason why i should let you go."

Wooyoung almost smiled, he didn't think he would even get this far. "it would be less suspicious wouldn't it? everyone is worried for me, if i go out it will be ok." he reasoned.

San hummed, taking a seat beside wooyoung. "well then, let me go with you."

Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows, "But..." he began, san interrupted. "I go with you or you go fucking nowhere." The older spoke, his tone not as kind.

Wooyoung nodded silently.

"Let's make a deal, wooyoung" san muttered, his wet hair making drops of water slide down his face. "Alright..."

San smiled.

"If he does one thing i don't like, if he touches you in any way....." he started, speaking in a whisper. He leaned in closer to wooyoung's ear,

"I'll kill him."

Wooyoung stiffened.

"Deal."