woo_jung

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woo_jung my account engagement in ab 2.6 seconds 📈📈📈
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| woo_jung i didn't even have to @ u tf
| where_san_sings scares me sometimes too

everythingcoolwastaken jus say yoy wantef to pist your man anf go
| woo_jung i will tape ur mouth shut one day.
| where_san_sings ...he typed that out w his fingers wooyo
| woo_jung you aren't safe either

lifeonmars why do i never get told anything
| woo_jung @where_san_sings do better 😦

jjongch now stay this way please
| woo_jung i have no plans of moving don't u worry
| jjongch phew

j.yun "i'll let u know how it goes" 🤨🤨
| woo_jung my memory is real bad u know that!

hongjoong.k would u look at that
| woo_jung stop judging me so loud
| hongjoong.k ah i apologise dearly, i'll turn the volume down a notch
| woo_jung thanks 🙏

beyonke stay famous bff
| woo_jung u just want me to pay the rent

sansvenus my woosan r back i cry

where_san_sings

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where_san_sings he never looks at the camera </3
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woo_jung i refuse to fall victim to exploitation
| where_san_sings oh no u caught onto my very illegal schemes 😖❌
| beyonke what in the cosplay
| woo_jung WHATBSHSHS
| where_san_sings i stick to singing thx !!!

hongjoong.k everyone applause
| where_san_sings that's gay fetishisation
| hongjoong.k i'm sorry?

lifeonmars he's SO cute my gosh
| where_san_sings hahahaHAHA u have a bf :D

j.yun sobs i'm so happy
| where_san_sings me too :))

everythingcoolwastaken im aboytto be sick why are y'all actuakly cute like thsi
| where_san_sings ur pda came back to haunt u sorry
| woo_jung rightfully

jjongch my cheekbones hurt from smiling so much
| where_san_sings i feel like i'm being watched
| jjongch ever wondered that putting your life on the internet would come with its cons?
| where_san_sings not rly no

sansvenus i need this so bad y'all are adorable

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"sannie, sannie!" wooyoung gasps, beaming. his feet bounce up and down on the spot a little, the gravel beneath his shoes crunching in displeasure at the contact. finally having caught up to wooyoung at the blue-painted gates, san hums questioningly at his over-excitement. "they have swings!"

breaking into a light chuckle, san's hand fondly strokes the back of wooyoung's head. "we're at a park, sweetheart — of course, they have swings."

"not all of them do," wooyoung counter argues, stepping into the entrance after san. his eyes narrow due to the blazing sun basking above them; it's infuriating, yet the balmy weather he's incredibly envious of. it's rarely ever this hot back home.

"what?" san has never sounded more dissatisfied. "a park without swings is straight up cheating."

wooyoung laughs heartily. "hopefully that doesn't give you another reason to never visit canada."

in his peripheral vision, one of san's dimples catches his attention. "luckily for you, that's nowhere near enough of a reason, wooyo."

"you like me that much?"

in wooyoung's head, his words are nothing but a joke, something lighthearted to laugh over and maybe tease the elder for. but san's fingers reach out to curl around his own, and exhilaration courses through wooyoung, his lips curving tightly upwards for a second in response. "have i not made that obvious enough for you already?"

wooyoung can only shrug his shoulders without any genuine meaning, breath stuck in his throat. he tugs at their clasped hands, shifting their imaginary path towards the attraction that caught his eye earlier on. "come on, sannie," he mutters. "swings."

"okay." san chuckles, and wooyoung feels something rise in his chest at the sound. "swings it is, wooyo."

surprisingly enough, the park — just a few minutes drive from san's university — is rather vacant. asides from the few huddled groups of families here and there, their low chatter hushed due to the song of birds whistling someplace nearby, it's just the two of them.

as time passes by, the ground only becomes busier and busier, yet neither wooyoung nor san manage to notice it. they don't notice the exuberant shrieks of the children surrounding them, the sharp yelping of the dogs wagging their tails around, or the winsome tune of an ice cream truck wheeling by. because, almost as if it is just the two of them for miles and miles and miles, the dumb lovers are too entranced by one another to care for anything or anyone else around them.

to an outsider, however, it may as well just seem as simple as a pair of boys carrying a questionable amount of competitiveness for their age, even when it concerns who can swing the highest on an amusement aimed towards children.

"i totally won, sannie! did you see how high up i went just then?" wooyoung marvels, his eyes bright.

"impressive," san notes nonchalantly. "i got way higher, though."

"you did not!"

"i did."

"well, i don't believe you," wooyoung declares, crossing his arms over his chest.

san just grins madly. "i don't need you to believe me to know that i won."

"but you didn't win. how can you win without a witness?"

"if that's suddenly the rule, let me hear from yours," san says, pleased with his clever words, triggering wooyoung to roll his eyes.

"i am my own witness."

"that's not eve—" san stops himself. "you know what? fine. but that makes me my own witness, too."

"you're just copying me, sannie!" wooyoung's cheeks puff out a provoked sigh. "that's not fair."

"life is not fair, wooyo," san quotes in this stupid, deliberately annoying voice — so deliberate that he only laughs, amused, when the younger jabs a fist into his chest. at the absence of wooyoung's voice, he thinks it's right to mark an end to their trivial bickering, and so he lifts himself off the uncomfortably confining swing and holds a hand out to the other. "c'mon, let's get out of here. these children are annoying, and i wanna treat you."

wooyoung looks up at san, his expression softening. "treat me?" he quizzes, instinctively taking the latter's hand nonetheless.

"trying to get me to repeat myself?" san jokes, snaking them through the park's exit. he intertwines their fingers this time, almost like he knows wooyoung prefers it this way. "yes, sweetheart, i want to treat you. what do you want, hm?"

"i'm so hungry, sannie, i'd take anything right now."

"anything, huh?" san says suggestively. the glance he sends wooyoung is even worse, his eyebrow raised and all.

all that does is intensify the colour creeping up the younger boy's neck. "is it too late for me to change my mind? i don't want to go anywhere with you anymore."

san giggles. he fucking giggles, high-pitched and adorable, and wooyoung wonders how that even makes biological sense after those words. "it was only a joke, my love, i swear." squeezing wooyoung's hand, san then asks, "how does ice cream sound?"

wooyoung loves ice cream. he smiles before his brain is even alerted to do so. "ice cream's okay," he mumbles, though he's certain san's persistent gaze has captured his joy already.

"perfect. i like ice cream, too."

"i'm pretty sure, like, the whole population does, sannie."

san pauses an extra second too long. "can i not point out something we have in common?"

"i didn't say you couldn't," wooyoung says quietly, voice almost lost in the whistle of the wind. "actually, it's kind of..." his throat squeezes. "it's cute."

"suits you, doesn't it?"

despite the scorch of the sun treating him like prey over the last forty-something minutes, wooyoung feels himself burn up. "gosh, how do you even do this?"

"hm?" san runs the pad of his thumb over the younger's knuckles; wooyoung thinks he does so as an act of reassurance or encouragement, and his heart pounds loudly into his ears at that small thought. "do what, sweetheart? am i missing something?"

"no, no, sannie, i just... you— you're so good at this," wooyoung admits. "if i were to say all the things you did—" he laughs dryly. "—i think i'd pass out, or something."

"i appreciate you acknowledging my efforts, but that's the farthest from the truth." san is chuckling too now, but genuinely, and something about them being able to talk so easily like this with one another makes wooyoung grateful, for some reason.

wooyoung snorts. "you're just lying to make me feel better."

"honestly, wooyo." a bell dings from above them, and it's only now wooyoung notices they've entered a small shop, mint green painting its walls. humiliation immediately seeps in, yet when the elder continues, that feeling within seems to evaporate because wooyoung's mind is absorbed with san and san alone. "my heart beats so hard when i talk to you, i get dizzy sometimes."

lips slightly parted, wooyoung's head whizzes to san, almost startled by his confession. his smile is earnest when his hands take him by his shoulders, guiding them towards a table for two in one corner of the shop — a voile cover adorned with an intricate floral pattern blanketing the round table, seats of expensive-looking, white leather, and cute landscape paintings displayed on the wall behind.

"that's not true, sannie," wooyoung finally responds, despite how badly he wants otherwise.

"okay." san shrugs his shoulders, guiding the latter one of the seats. he takes the one opposite. "what is there i can do? prove it?"

"well, i'd actually believe you if you did."

"a relief to know that's not possible, then. you'd only bother me about it for the rest of my life."

"why do you say that as if it's a bad thing?" wooyoung says, shuffling forward to get a better look at the menu and totally not to find a justifiable way to avoid san's gaze. "you shouldn't take for granted that i'd like to bother you for that long."

"hm. i suppose you're right." san's agreement prompts wooyoung to perk up in surprise. "if that means i have your attention, i think i'll be able to cope with it."

pretending to skim over the dessert menu once more, wooyoung hums. "you're set to be immortal then, aren't you?"

"competing with thanos, am i?"

wooyoung bursts abruptly into laughter. loud, hysterical laughter. he has to clasp a hand over his mouth, though that doesn't lower the level of noise he makes by any significance, and he even considers biting his fist to help instead, all while san sits there, entertained — and incredibly blissed at the scene he's caused.

but then, like the scene is one from a film, wooyoung makes eye contact with another customer. they're in the midst of shovelling a spoon of chocolate ice cream down their throat, probably somewhere in their 30s, expression stiff in judgement as they look him up and down.

"what the fuck are they looking at you like that for?" san mutters.

meanwhile, wooyoung presses his lips closed to hold himself together, which is somehow more effective than all of his previous tries in remaining quiet. it's just so hilariously odd to him that a grown person cares so much about business that isn't their own, something that even he knows better than to do.

wooyoung has to double-check when he notices san's unsettled demeanour. his jaw is clenched, his eyes blazing as he stares down at the customer a few tables from them, who by now has retreated to their own bubble.

"sannie, hey." wooyoung's hand moves to rest over san's arm, assuring when he looks his way, "i don't even have the acting skills to pretend i care about whatever that was about, so i don't want you thinking about it either. let's get something to eat now, yeah?"

the tension in san's muscles slowly loosen beneath wooyoung's touch. "yeah. yeah, i'm sorry, they're just fucking annoying."

wooyoung smiles. "isn't everybody nowadays?"

after minutes of criticisi— discussing some horrid-sounding fusions on the menu, the pair eventually decide on a flavour each. wooyoung takes it upon himself to order, considerate of the frown which san's lips form at the mere mention of doing so. whilst waiting for their food to arrive, he does what he does best in hopes of reversing the slump in san's shoulders, making stupid remarks of stupid topics just to see him smile through the crescents of his eyes again.

shortly, one of the several waiters is at their table to serve them their ice cream. "thank you," wooyoung says, bowing his head a little out of respect.

"enjoy your dessert." the young man smiles politely, before spinning around and returning to the back.

wooyoung rips open the plastic packaging of their spoons with his nails, miniature and vibrant in colour, handing one over to the latter male: a dark blue. san's lips jut outwards as he spins the utensil between his fingers. "so close to purple, what was stopping them?" he mumbles, and wooyoung has the sudden urge to smooch his pout away.

"better than getting a yellow, though, huh?" wooyoung nods his head towards his own spoon. "ooo, we're matching, though, sort of, see? we're, like — what is it called? — harmonious colours?"

san laughs, confusing the younger. "it's complementary, sweetheart. blue and yellow are contemporary."

"well, they— they sound the same," wooyoung says as if in defence, and san's laughter only increases in volume. 

"yeah, and what's your reasoning behind that? they both have the letter a?"

wooyoung pokes san's arm with his spoon, glaring at him. he isn't as menacing as he thinks, however. "shut up, and eat your fucking ice cream."

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a/n: #1 in choisan and i am incredibly confused but thank u so so so much for everything u give me i genuinely love u guys w all i have 💗💗