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until just a few days ago, wooyoung would never have imagined standing in front of choi san's university dormitory with a picnic basket clutched between his clammy palms. isn't it funny how fast things can change?
he runs a hand through his stiff hair — the result of yunho's work on him, as the older put it — his tummy aching. he just had to be so concerned over the unfamiliar products his friend whipped out the moment he stepped through his door, that he didn't have the time to think about how he exactly he was going to explain to san that he is, as ironically corny as it sounds, his birthday gift. just perfect, wooyoung thinks.
and the more he thinks, the more he ponders if this surprise thing he has going on is as groundbreaking as he once thought.
the different possibilities of failure, all as ill as each other, which erratically leap around in wooyoung's head terrify him. san could be doing anything right now: he could have his family over; he could have a boy over; he could be half naked; he could be half naked with the boy, for that matter. if we're talking traditions, he should be celebrating today, after all — whatever way he'd want to go about that shouldn't be judged, right?
hell, who says wooyoung should be certain san is even home? quite frankly, that thought causes his stomach to churn the most. not because of how humiliated he'd feel upon finding out he's been stood outside an empty dorm, still finding the courage to knock, for heaven's sake, but because all he wants is to see san again.
that's what wooyoung has done all of this for, he'll admit, to see san again. and maybe, if he has the ability to, make his special day just a little brighter as well.
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mission gay: san's birthday
me
i can't knock
jacob
what
me
i can't knock 😊
kev
u came all this way
u prepared all this food
jacob
witg our fucking moneyt too
kev
yet you're telling me u can't knock????/!
me
smth like that yeah!
what now
yunho <3
u look sexy tho what's stopping u
me
maybe the fact that i don't feel sexy
istg i feel like there's a boulder on my head cus of that fucking hair spray
should've known not to let u use it on me when i smelt that shit
yunho <3
ur priorities amaze me
but just text him instead babe
me
"oh hi i've been waiting at ur doorstep for like the past ten minutes cus i'm a nervous wreck could u let me in?"
obvs this is normal humane behaviour right?
jacob
u coudl jsut come home bc annoting kevin isnt tha smae as you
me
would you look at that?! suddenly i'm w yunho 🤔😱
i'm texting him fuck okay wish me luck
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me
sannie are u home rn?
but in the least perverted way possible
sannie
excuse me??
me
i'm already embarrassed enough as it is i am not repeating myself
sannie
why tho
did u send a hitman out for me??
me
indeed i did
take it as a gift
sannie
where is the /j mister
me
there is none
sannie
i
what?
me
where are ur manners
u rly not gonna let him in?
sannie
what the fuck
are u on drugs
me
it's prolly jacob's heroine ngl
sannie
what am i meant to say to that
i've never had a conversation w a stoner before
me
u don't need to say a word
just get ur ass up and open the door pls
sannie
ur literally asking me to commit sewerslide
me
you're literally waiting for me to be kidnapped
sannie
wait what
no fucking way
me
yes fucking way?
i think
idk what's going on in ur head rn
sannie
oh my god wooyo
me
oh my god sannie
yes i'm mocking u it's cold out here
my hands are literally shaking too istg if u don't/
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wooyoung flinches. he's so caught up in subtly — but honestly, not subtly at all due to his lack of patience — pleading san to open his fucking door that when it does swing open and just millimetres from his face, his entire figure trembles in alarm.
although he easily finds his composure on his own, a hurried hand is quick to clasp onto his wrist. wooyoung recognises the rings adorning the fingers in a heartbeat and, eagerly, he looks up at the boy. but his expression quickly dulls.
the brim of san's eyes are red, almost the same shade as the round of his nose, except just a tad bit darker.
but in just seconds they scrunch up, irises barely visible now. because san is smiling, beaming, at the latter before him, fingertips snaking from his wrist downwards, which wooyoung clasps between his own. the corners of his lips lift with san's involuntarily, yet he doesn't have the mind to prevent it; for the time being, his concern fades.
"wooyoung," san utters, and the younger chuckles, rather entertained at the slight gape of his mouth. "i-i— what are you— how—"
"ah, it's no biggie," wooyoung interrupts, his grin gleaming beneath the dim, occasionally flickering lights above his head. "just decided to pop by and wish my singer boy a happy birthday, y'kn—"
the remainder of wooyoung's words are suffocated into nothing but the dust in the air when san throws his arms around him, burying his head into his neck.
like he remembers, san is warm. he's so, so warm that wooyoung can't stop his arms from wrapping around his shoulders, whilst mindful of the basket in his hold, toes on their tips to do so. san only steps forward in the embrace.
"happy birthday, sannie," wooyoung says softly. "miss me?"
affectionately, san's arms squeeze the latter's frame. though the touch only lasts a few milliseconds, wooyoung feels a shiver race through him. "a lot, wooyo."
wooyoung smiles again, faintly whispering, "yeah. me, too."
"but how are you—" san leans his head backwards, and their eyes lock onto each other's. "how are you even here? what are you doing here? i don't—"
"something called a plane, maybe." wooyoung rolls his eyes, hands having a mind of their own when they move to settle on san's shoulders. thumbs fiddling with the elder's hoodie strings, he bashfully continues, quieter this time, "and perhaps if you had the ability to put two and two together, you wouldn't have to ask, but — i knew your birthday was coming up so, y'know, i thought i'd... yeah."
cheeks powdering a layer of pink, wooyoung lowers his eyes from san's deep gaze. a few seconds pass, silence aside from the footsteps thundering above them, until san murmurs, "i think i've driven you insane."
wooyoung snorts. "you could thank me for it, at least."
"fucking brat," san mutters, but in a split second, he's grinning once more and wooyoung feels somewhat accomplished at the sight. "thank you, wooyo. so much. seriously, i..." he pauses, wanting to find the right words. "i'm really so grateful. today's been... not that good, and i..."
"i know." confused, san's eyebrows furrow, causing wooyoung to elaborate, "i-i could tell, sannie, when you came out here... that you weren't feeling your best. that's okay, though— i mean, i doubt you feel okay, but that's not what i— gosh, that sounds really insensitive, i'm sorry—"
"hey, hey, relax," san says, voice hushed. he strokes a strand of hair out of wooyoung's eyes, whose features scrunch up in surprise, hand lingering there for a moment, "i get what you're trying to say, and honestly, you have nothing to worry about because you're here, now. and i'm— god, i'm really happy you are."
something flutters in wooyoung's chest. "i'm really happy about that, too."
"do you— we should probably head inside, now," san announces after a few seconds. "i mean, unless you still intend on assassinating me."
wooyoung laughs. "i think i can save that for another time, sannie. but uhm—" san's head tilts to the side slightly at his hesitance. "how would you feel about... going somewhere with me?"
"oh. really?"
"yeah, er, yunho helped me find somewhere for us to just, y'know... hang out," wooyoung explains nervously, the material of san's hoodie finally slipping from his fingertips. "because obviously i'm not that used to seoul, and— and yeah, it's not that far away from here, either! really pretty, too, i-i thought it looked like something you'd be into, so—"
"are you waiting for me to say no?" san interjects, and wooyoung freezes. his mouth flies open — fuck, did he say the wrong thing? — but san is faster than him, "'cause i don't lack common sense, wooyo. that sounds beautiful."
wooyoung's cheeks blossom scarlet again. "it-it does?"
"try not to worry so much, hm? trust me, it's perfect," san assures, sending a wave of relief through the latter. "let me get ready first, though? since i wasn't really given a heads-up before you showed up at my door like the lil' hitman you are."
an airy giggle joins in on the chuckle within san's voice. "only if you help me get yunho's nasty ass spray out of my hair, 'cause i swear to god this shit is gonna suffocate me."
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a/n: guysguysguyss it's new day aaa <\\3
happiest birthday to my loveliest prince, chanhee :'))
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