loud and infuriating, another gust of wind blatantly attacks wooyoung in the face. eyes forced into a squint, he instinctively reaches out for the material of san's jacket, whose hand finds the middle of wooyoung's back, pulling him into his side.

even throughout the roar of the wind and the bothersome horns and engines of the cars from the opposite end of the parking lot, san's amused laughter meets wooyoung's ears.

"why are you— that's not funny, sannie!" he scolds, with a light punch to his chest.

"first, look at your face, then tell me it's not funny!" san defends himself, still caught up in laughter. "you look like you're getting the shock of your life every single time."

"maybe because it's fucking july and i didn't travel all the way here just to be welcomed with—" a splatter of rain lands on the tip of wooyoung's nose. he scoffs in disbelief.

san is laughing again, only leading to him being punched again, too — perhaps just a little less lighter than the previous time. "just your luck, huh, wooyo?"

"do not talk to me."

glancing at the boy by his right, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression like stone, yet his hand still clutched onto the fabric of his clothes, san chuckles fondly. then, his hand moves upwards to stroke the back of wooyoung's head, the touch feather-like. if san had blinked, he wouldn't have caught the small, timid smile which tugs at his lips.

"yeah? you really gonna treat your birthday boy like that?" san teases, and when wooyoung's fist aims towards him again, he catches it in his own.

"so annoying," wooyoung mumbles, ignoring the squeeze san gives his hand before he completely lets go. he can't put his finger on why exactly it is, but something about the small action just feels so comforting.

digging his key out of his pocket, san clicks his car unlocked. "you asked for it by visiting me."

"and i could leave, like, right now, as well, if you really wanted me to," wooyoung says, threateningly despite the noticeable lack of malice in his tone.

but then, like a snap of one's fingers, his confident demeanor crashes down because san has stepped forward to open the passenger door for him, the hand on wooyoung's shoulder encouraging him to his seat. as if he hasn't done so multiple times before, his knees feel almost wobbly as he climbs into the singer's car.

"why would i ever want that?" san questions genuinely, glowing beneath the streetlights. his gaze flickers elsewhere; "if anything, i'd try convince you to stay for more than just my birthday."

tongue at a loss for words when san shuts the door on his behalf, too, warmth suddenly floods wooyoung. he casts his gaze down to the basket in his lap, biting back the smile desperately begging to cross his lips.

and perhaps he would've granted it if it wasn't for the flattering boy gazing in his direction.

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where_san_sings

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where_san_sings stole sannie's phone so give me clout or you're a cishet (derogatory)
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where_san_sings huh when did this happen
   | woo_jung in the car but don't get rid of it pls
   | where_san_sings i wasn't planning to <33

hongjoong.k you've got to be a god or smth how the hell do you get away w everything
   | woo_jung he loves me
   | where_san_sings don't
   | woo_jung do

beyonke oh hello????!!)
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   | woo_jung you're just stupid sannie

jjongch y'all are cute
   | woo_jung huh thanks but it's just me there?
   | jjongch ah never mind

everythingcoolwastaken cringe
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j.yun AHHHSHSHWHENIXYGEVUDUV
   | where_san_sings are u on jacob's heroine too by any chance?

lifeonmars pause wooyoung's in sk rn??!!??
   | where_san_sings for me yes :D

sansvenus on the floor bawling my eyes out

woo_jung

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where_san_sings how are u complimenting me but calling me old at the same time?
   | woo_jung brains
   | where_san_sings ehh u sure on that one?

lifeonmars i'd still be mad over you not telling me you'd be visiting if you two weren't this cute
   | woo_jung i'm sorry hwa it was meant to be a surprise that's why :(
   | lifeonmars exactly what i'm saying, too cute for your own good

everythingcoolwastaken kevin's aboit to cry becauyse you arent texting us
| woo_jung google up privacy tyvm

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   | woo_jung shut it you
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   | woo_jung i've known u for years don't test me

jjongch your photography skills >
   | woo_jung ahh ty ty

crackerphobic y'all are fucking huh
| woo_jung STEPHEN
| woo_jung no we are not
| woo_jung in fact i could go straight looking at him

sansvenus DIMPLES DIMPLES DIMPLES thank you dearly wooyoung

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a blissful giggle slips past wooyoung's lips at the very audible gasp from his side. "wooyo..."

"what would you say, sannie? better than a minus four?"

"better than a minus four?" san repeats disbelievingly, turning to wooyoung with his mouth wide open. but then, like a magnet, his eyes drift back to the view before him — a carved pathway leading up towards a small open area, sprawled with petals; knighted by a circle of towering trees, of which a few are blossomed with colour; lanterns hanging over a picnic table, illuminating the surroundings with its angelic, warm glow.

"it's stunning, wooyo, i—" san pauses, in what could only be described as sheer awe. "how did you even find this?"

"yunho's a lot more useful than he looks — and acts. you could say he has connections, or something like that." wooyoung beams, and slowly, he slips his hand into san's. "i'm sure it looks way better up close, too, so—"

before he can finish, san — rather rudely, wooyoung would like to add — has raced forward.

"san!" wooyoung shrieks, practically being pulled from his feet. "you fucking asshole, that's not what i mea—"

again, wooyoung's words come to a halt because san is guffawing once they make it to the other end of the footpath, as if that's the most fun he's had the entire day. he clutches onto his waist with his spare hand, eyes the shape of crescents. "i know," san admits through breathless giggles, and he ruffles wooyoung's hair, like it makes up for his next words, "but you're fun to annoy."

wooyoung scoffs. "bet it's the most entertaining thing going for you, huh?"

"and if it is?"

the grin on san's lips is blinding; somehow, the sparkle in his eyes causes wooyoung to divert his gaze. "well, aren't you blessed i'm all yours for the rest of the night?"

"very, i'd say," san agrees, fingers gently tugging at the ones between his own, ushering wooyoung to sit with him. strangely enough, he doesn't notice the latter's rosy cheeks.

"glad you've acknowledged it," wooyoung says, yet his racing heart proves he isn't as cocky as his words make him out to be. it takes him a few seconds, but he pulls his hand out of san's grasp, now fiddling with the handles of the picnic basket. "sannie?"

"hm?" san hums, his gaze attentive. wooyoung thinks it's obnoxiously weird how much of importance it makes him feel.

"would you... would you be okay eating right now?" he asks, and at first, san doesn't answer like he wants. instead, his gaze falters, heels scuffing against the grassy floor. cautiously, wooyoung continues, "'cause i don't— i don't want to make you feel like you have to, or anything, i just thought it'd be nice. but we don't need to, honestly, i wouldn't mind."

san's teeth play with his bottom lip nervously. "i'd want to... for you, because—"

"but sannie—"

"wooyoung..." san's fingers overlap the younger's reassuringly. "i-it's fine. trust me, i just— mingi sorta put me off at dinner, but remember what i said earlier? i feel so much better now thanks to you, a-and i know how hard you must've worked to put this all together for me. so i-i can try— i want to try," san murmurs, fingertips thoughtlessly tracing a repeated pattern across the back of wooyoung's hand. hearts.

like static, wooyoung's skin tingles beneath san's touch. "let me know if you need a break, though? please?"

"of course, wooyo." san smiles gently, and if he didn't know before, wooyoung certainly knows now — he can trust him.

san's gaze lands on the basket sat atop of the table. "what secrets do you have in here, then?"

wooyoung giggles, giddiness filling his insides. "secrets you'd die for, sannie."

"they're that good?" san questions throughout a chuckle, a chuckle he can't help upon the contagious sound from wooyoung's lips.

"dude, i could, like, run my own bakery, now," wooyoung chides, eyes wide in excitement as he unfolds the shelter to the picnic basket. but almost as if something has come over him, he quickly hugs his arms over it in an attempt to hide its contents from san's view. "wait— close your eyes, sannie!"

confused, san blinks; however, when wooyoung's brows furrow into a frown at his reaction, he sighs dramatically before clasping his palms over his eyes. "is this good enough?"

"oh, shut up." expression brightening up despite his demand, wooyoung gets to work. well, he only takes approximately fifteen seconds to lay out the table all pretty, but surely that counts as work, too, right? after admiring the sight before him for a moment, he turns back to san, whose posture hasn't moved the slightest.

"ready, sannie?"

"i'm never going to forgive you for this if yves isn't stood in front of me right now," san says, mostly out of spite.

wooyoung holds back the threatening urge to laugh. "hmm, we'll see about that."

"wha—"

"open your eyes, dummy," wooyoung interrupts, lips bunched upwards as san's hands drop to his lap. gosh, just how many times has he fucking smiled in the span of a few hours?

as if startled, san gasps, figure freezing in its spot. then, in just seconds, his back is trembling, and he hunches over in laughter. "i can't believe you—" san can't even finish his sentence, the frosted cake displayed in front of him, decorated in sprinkles of every colour in the rainbow — pride, am i right? — and, finally, its candle ornamented with a sticker of none other than yves herself, leaving him utterly speechless.

contentment soars through wooyoung's chest. perhaps he overdid it just a tad bit with the rainbow and the yves candle kevin had to help him craft, but seeing san this over the moon about something so silly is something he'd never want to reverse.

wooyoung beams. "gorgeous, isn't it, sannie?"

laughter reduced to an inaudible chuckle, san's hand naturally finds wooyoung's knee. "beautiful, yeah." his thumb caresses the fabric of the younger's pants, and he continues once wooyoung's starry gaze meets his own, "so beautiful."

and as much as he admires the idol, maybe san means more than just his prideful yves-themed birthday cake. just maybe.

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a/n: ooo is that user sansvenus actually liking a chapter of theirs for once? and not wanting to rewrite it all last minute?? who would've thought

anyway thoughts pls? bc this is a v significant moment so i wanna know what u think kthx :]

also ateez are literally in my country rn every time i think ab it i forget how to function