it's not long before wooyoung is kissing san again.

and again.

and again, and again, and again, and again.

everything about the boy, from his subtle touches to his silk-like lips, and all of his charming smiles in between, is just heavenly, and wooyoung doesn't know how or if he'll ever get enough of him.

eyelids grown heavy in drowsiness, wooyoung hums lazily as san pecks his swollen lips. he dives in to kiss the younger properly, right as his mouth widens into an involuntary yawn. wooyoung stretches his palm out over his mouth, giggling sheepishly.

"see, you just ruined it again, wooyo," san mutters lightheartedly.

wooyoung charges his fist into san's shoulder weakly. "i just got off an eleven-hour flight, spare me some fucking empathy."

"you insist as if sleep ever crosses your mind."

scoffing meaninglessly, wooyoung chooses his weapon to be the back of his hand this time round. but then, he rests his chin on the same place, his body melting like goo into san's arms.

frankly he likes it like this, the soothing quiet and the embraced limbs, just as much as he likes the kisses. just him and san and the crazy rhythm of his flustered heart, wooyoung feels... euphoric. truly.

though, he doesn't know what this means for them. now that they've pretty much confessed to one another, only without any direct words, he doesn't know what the foreseeable future can bring forth. shockingly, however, wooyoung doesn't mind the unknown. anything can happen to either of them, now, tomorrow, or the day after. but he has san.

there's still a whole bunch of nerve-wracking things wooyoung has yet to figure out, but he has the stupid, gorgeous boy he came back to. san, who he's here with right now. san, who proves time and time again that he cares unconditionally. san, who makes it okay when nothing else does.

and so, wooyoung is going to put his all in making sure san can have him, too.

abruptly, wooyoung yawns once more. the corners of his eyes glint with tears.

as if to spike his attention, san's fingers squeeze the dip of his hips; even despite the fabric hindering any skin from coming into contact, a wavelength of thrilled sparks shoot through wooyoung's veins. "not a chance i'm letting you pass out on my couch like this, so get up," san softly orders, gazing down at him expectantly.

wooyoung mumbles a string of non-existent words in defiance, slipping his head into the crook of the latter's neck. unintentionally, his lips brush over san's collarbone, and he has to bite back a whimsical smile at the rather happy accident.

"c'mon, wooyo." san starts a rhythm against wooyoung's sides. "i don't know when the last time was where you got some proper sleep — and honestly, i'd rather keep it that way — but as long as you're here, you're going to get the rest you need. okay?"

"sannie..." wooyoung whines quietly.

he may have been better off if he kept it to himself, however, because san is committed. "i'm making sure of that, sweetheart."

"fine." deciding to surrender, perhaps out of flattery just partially, wooyoung gnaws at his lip. maybe he's thinking too far ahead already, but daringly, he blurts out, "would i be in mingi's room again, or would i..."

wooyoung's voice is taut with nervousness, his breath hitching in his dry throat.

the fingers drumming against him comes to a halt along with his words, and he screws his eyes shut fearfully.

"whatever you want is alright with me," san says.

he is so straightforward it takes wooyoung aback. his lashes fly upwards, before he leans back to find san's gaze. "are you... sure?"

san chuckles at this bashful wooyoung he's somehow created. "why would i not be? oh my— are you calling me a liar?"

dismissing the boy's dramatic assumption with a roll of his eyes, wooyoung's lips curve up timidly as he looks down at his lap. "i just, y'know... want us to be on the same page."

"we are on the same page." san rubs his fingers along wooyoung's back, causing
his heart to squirm — in the most loving way possible. "that's the last thing you have to worry about."

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beneath the covers of san's bed, wooyoung smiles to himself as he waits for the latter to finish washing up.

he doesn't know why he hasn't noticed the details of san's petite room before. it's cosy — a candle lit on his windowsill, its scent lingering throughout the grey walls, a vanity scattered with piles of items, some relevant and some really not, and a distinct spot of emptiness on his dresser, bringing a slight frown onto his face at the controversy which replays through his mind.

wooyoung tends to get mad almost effortlessly, he always has, but mingi? the guy knows how to play with his buttons better than anyone he's ever encountered, even when it's not intended, and wooyoung sure hopes he has the opportunity to turn it back on him one day.

bathing in a fairy tale of all the things he wishes he can do to the giant, wooyoung jumps suddenly at a cheerful instrumental disrupting his imagination.

the paw patrol theme song builds up from beneath his temporary pillow, causing him to snicker ridiculously, before he slips a hand beneath it to reach for his phone.

wooyoung's thumb swipes over the neon green element, and immediately, his face scrunches up in agitation.

"wooyoung!" kevin hollers, dancing with the fairies for a reason unknown to the recipient, supported by some... inhumane sounds from his lover. "how did it go, how did it go, how did it go?" he repeats, and wooyoung can only wonder how on jupiter one gets all those words out in a mere span of two seconds.

"did you kiss?!" jacob impatiently cuts in with an unnecessary shriek, his voice atypically high and piercing.

"wha—"

kevin fucking screeches, like some hyena in the wild. "oh my god! did you, did you, did you?!"

"or did you have sex?!" jacob suspects bizarrely.

"was he good?"

jacob scoffs, as if in disbelief. "he's literally a god — you seen the guy? — obviously he was."

"what the fuck," wooyoung says. he breathes in deeply to regain inner peace, before asking his friends calmly, "are y'all high?

"cobie is!" kevin exposes, the competitive tattletale he is; exasperatedly, wooyoung sighs, wishing he'd declined the call instead. the sounds he hears next are pretty concerning. "hey! woo, tell him to—" kevin groans in pain. "tell him to stop!"

"i'm not high!"

"there's literally a pen right in front of y—" hissing, kevin huffs.

wooyoung's mouth is left hanging open. "can i hang up?" he says next, desperate. "i could be doing better things right now than getting involved in a future case."

"like having sex wi—"

"fuck off, cobie." wooyoung is the colour of beetroot. "we're not— we haven't— j-just shut up."

"so you're still a little virgin," kevin concludes, cooing irritably.

"i'm hanging up."

"but did you kiss?!" jacob is back to square one, unfortunate for wooyoung who just wants to go to bed. with san. maybe holding san? or san holding him? he isn't sure how that'll go yet—

"wooyoung!" jacob cries out like he's dying or something. "please."

wooyoung sinks his head into the pillow beneath it. "yes," he answers, the two older males — which, at times like these, he wonders how that is — having successfully defeated him. "yes, we did. now, let me fucking hang u—"

the noises which emit out of jacob and kevin are parallel to the crowd of a sold out, headlining show, just way more... worrying. you can say their squeals and cheers are for the greater good, however, because wooyoung loses the heart of tolerating the mess of which they are, and alas, he hangs up.

"uhm—"

wooyoung's eyes dart to the perplexed figure standing in the doorway, instantly growing embarrassed on his friends' behalf.

"what did i just walk into?" as san nears him, wooyoung's mind brushes over his alarmed expression, instead gushing over how criminally pretty he looks dressed down to just his casual nightwear. the elder looks so cuddle-able, wooyoung needs him laying by him right this second. yet, the courage he has to voice the thought aloud is in the minuses.

wooyoung tugs his stare away from san, clearing his throat. "i thought it was already established my roommates are annoying as ass."

"don't worry, it was," san clears up, his laugh inaudible and contagious. "does not make it any more normal, however."

wooyoung grins, instinctively budging up when san swings his legs over the mattress. his eyebrow raises at him, and wooyoung's own confused pair knit together in response. "trying to run away from me, or what?" san jokes, slipping beneath the duvet. head dipping into his pillow, he buries his face into wooyoung's shoulder, whose lips part slightly, startled.

"n-no, i just—" wooyoung feels out of breath for some reason, faltering his ability to structure a simple sentence. "—didn't know whether you'd be into the whole suffocating thing," he mumbles ironically, making san giggle by his ear.

"you've gotten your answer now, haven't you?"

san's arms snake around wooyoung's torso, who surprisingly finds it easier to relax this way. one of his hands lingers by the latter's bicep, gently tracing over its sleeve after a while, the feel of his muscles making his skin tingle. wooyoung wants to argue as to how that is any fair.

"hey, wooyo?"

san's voice is already coated in a thin layer of sleepiness, and therefore, wooyoung missions himself not to be of too much disturbance. "hm?"

"next time... the next time something happens, please talk to me, won't you?"

a trembling whirlwind of shame settles down in wooyoung's tummy; san must've been thinking on and on and on, and it hits him like a bag of bricks that despite being here like this right now, san hasn't just spontaneously healed from the pain wooyoung stabbed through him. just because their limbs are intertwined, nothing says the same for their wounded hearts just yet.

"i will... i swear, i— i'm never making this mistake again," wooyoung oaths, to san and to himself. "i'm so sorry, sannie."

"i know you are, my love," the elder says, a strand of wooyoung's twirling around his index finger. he lets it go, and does the same to another. "i know it's hard sometimes, but just know that i'm always going to listen. no matter what it is, i want to hear it — that way i know what i can do to take care of you. if there's one thing i want from tonight, it's that, wooyo. let me take care of you."

"you're a fucking idiot, y'know?" pressing their fronts closer together, a blushing wooyoung pulls the duvet further over the both of them. "but okay." he sighs, san's warmth pooling into him as he smiles, contentious.

"take care of me, then, sannie."

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a/n: good morning that last line made me depressed