midday inching closer, the blinding glisten of the sun begins to peek through the grey shades of clouds blanketing the sky. perched upon the backseat of kevin's car, wooyoung's knee bounces up and down out of almost hysteric anticipation as they pull up into an empty spot by the airport. 

glancing at wooyoung through his rear view mirror, kevin chuckles. "you look like a ticking bomb, woo, relax."

"you must be the land's greatest psychic then, because i feel like a fucking ticking bomb," wooyoung mutters, and exhales a deep breath. then, he looks down at his phone gripped between his fingers — again. but there's nothing, nothing from san. just how it's been for the past three hours. "he's supposed to be landing in a few."

"and chances are, he will," kevin assures orderly. "didn't you say this is his first time on a plane? he's probably mortified, give him a few minutes."

"yeah." wooyoung types something into his cellphone at the speed of light, pressing send without a second thought. he looks back up at kevin. "yeah, you're right."

thumb finding the lever of his seatbelt, a click sounds as it unravels from wooyoung's body. carefully placing the bag of unopened bagels to his side, he shuffles forward in his seat. the sight beyond the vehicle is easier to make out now; wooyoung can't help himself when his gaze forages for a head of raven and turquoise within the circles of beings, their expressions either full with joy or drained of emotion.

"hm. what hair does singer boy have?" kevin asks out of the blue. "'cause i swear he's poisoned his scalp, like, three times since the last time we saw each other."

wooyoung laughs, before he answers enthusiastically, "sannie's a pie chart right now!"

"a... pie chart?"

"a pie chart!" exuberant, wooyoung gushes. "fucking hell, it's so pretty, kev, your eyes are going to pop out of your skull once you see him! like, an eighth of his head is a... turquoise? fuck it, i don't know my colours, but the rest is black and just— oh my god, there's no way he's real."

"so he'd be recognisable in an airport mob is what you're getting at," kevin concludes, with a nod of his head. "got it."

"pretty much." a sigh drawn from the corners of his lips, wooyoung's eyes fall to his phone once again. they subdue disappointedly at the absence of a notification, before tediously drifting off towards the grey tarmac outside the pane of glass by his right.

wooyoung really hopes this doesn't categorise him as a pervert or anything of the such, but, involuntarily, a young pair cuddled up in each other's arms tugs at his attention. they appear to be romantically involved with one another, grinning like dumbstruck fools, the way the taller holds the other's face in between their hands reminding wooyoung — too much — of san. he looks away,

just then, like destiny is finally on his side, the phone clutched tightly within his palm vibrates.

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me
maybe i memorised incorrectly but you're supposed to be landing now aren't u??
8 mins ago

sannie :33
oh my fucking god.
i think i just experienced the most terrifying moment of my whole life

me
yeah i can't remember asking though sorry
does that mean you're here yet?
please tell me that means you are
please

sannie :33
fuck yeah i am
&& i feel like utter shit
the things i do for u sweetheart

me
it's ab fucking time
where r u rn?

sannie :33
i just got my luggage
i'll be out as soon as these signs make sense to me!

me
nshshsh okokkk
i'll meet u at the exit is that alright?

sannie :33
sounds perfect :))

me
see u sannie
seen

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thrusting his phone into his pocket, wooyoung's body stammers, his brain running at a pace far too quick for the muscles in his body to keep up. in a moment, though, his joints manage to pick up the current situation and his hand reaches for the door handle.

"wooyoung?" kevin's eyebrows crinkle close together. "what are you—"

"sannie's here." wooyoung pauses, in need of oxygen. "i'll be back."

he pushes the door open and jumps out of the vehicle, feet beginning to stride closer to the front of the airport. wooyoung doesn't know what it is exactly he's feeling, let alone describe it. it's as if he's feeling everything all at once, cancelling out the different emotions due to the overstimulation. there's only one thing he's definitely sure of, and that in itself is more than enough to balance the emotions he can't seem to sustain: wooyoung needs san.

he needs to see san again, talk to san again, touch san again. he needs it, like the oxygen he breathes, like the blood pumping around his body, like his very own heartbeat.

wooyoung needs san.

on their own accord, wooyoung's legs walk faster. he swivels through sweaty, chattering figures, his eyes alert and his heart pumping rapidly as he steps through the wide, double doors of the airport. it's even worse in here — the level of people and noise. but, like it's an effortless talent of his, wooyoung drowns everything out, instead enamoured out of desperation by the idea of being held in san's arms after so long.

"wooyoung-ah!"

wooyoung's gasp is loud. he stops in his tracks, as if he's been glued to the marble floor beneath his heels, before frantically spinning his head around for the voice swooping into his eardrums.

the pushes, shoves, and elbows handed to wooyoung's upper body are insignificant to him; in fact, everything is. every single little thought is discarded to the back of his mind at the sound of san's voice, his san's voice.

"san— sannie?" wooyoung's breathing is heavy and his insides are on fire when he finally catches those enchanting pair of brown orbs glimmering at him only metres away.

san.

heedlessly, wooyoung pushes through the bundles of figures, paying no mind to the looks targeted his way at his carelessness. before he can even take in the rest of san's features, or simply register the fact that san is so fucking close, standing right there, wooyoung's fingers are reaching out for him. they grasp onto san's sleeve, and suddenly, he is right there, too.

san's lips part just a bit, a shock wooyoung thinks he triggers from him often, before they rise, stretching his teeth into a grin. "hi."

wooyoung can barely think straight — quite ironically. he breathes in the beauty of san's radiating happiness, feeling it latch onto him determinedly, before he throws himself onto san, cheek pressing against his chest, arms hugging his shoulders. wooyoung's chest tightens when his waist meet san's delicate hold, an elated giggle passing his lips, coming muffled at the fabric stuffed against his mouth.

finally, finally, wooyoung feels like he's whole again, full. like he's a puzzle, and the last piece has finally been slotted into him, fitting him as flawlessly as no other would.

at last, wooyoung is back where he belongs.

he loosens their embrace so he can see san's face properly, his eyes squinting together into a bright smile. "oh my gosh, sannie, i..." as if he's whirred down, wooyoung's words trail into nothing. rather, he's more focused on the streak of bluish-green within san's head, keenly raking his fingers through the portion of his hair. "why do you suit fucking everything?"

"why did i come all this way just for you to forget to greet me?" san complains grumpily.

"but sannie, i complimented you!" wooyoung says, the pout his lips jut out into more disheartened than san himself. "that should count as a greeting, too."

san's eyes spin over to the back of his head, yet a curve of a smile peeks through his features, nonetheless. "excuses, excuses, wooyo." shaking his head, he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "i'm only letting you off this one time."

"yeah, 'cause you could never be mad at me." expression confidently smug, wooyoung is beaming as he tugs on san's hand. "have you eaten yet?"

"i tried — airline food sucks, though." san grimaces, and wooyoung chuckles a bit.

"gonna have to get used to it, i'm afraid." then, wooyoung perks up excitedly, "maybe i am your knight in shining armour, after all, 'cause guess what i got you?" san's eyes glint in question at wooyoung's dramatised, but overly adorable, pause; "bagels!"

overlapping san's features is an expression of surprise, simultaneously blurred with adoration. his smile is wholehearted and warm, and it's as if his touch against wooyoung's skin becomes warmer alongside it. "how do you even remember that, darling?"

wooyoung's cheeks flush a shade of red, but he remains composed. "'cause i was hungry. nothing else."

"sure," san agrees sarcastically, alongside his nodding head, not even a teensy bit convinced. "but since you want these bagels so bad, let's go. didn't you say kevin would be driving you? and, well, us, now?"

"uh huh. probably losing his shit waiting for us as we speak," wooyoung adds on sheepishly.

his fingers droop down for san's fingers, which immediately blanket over his own. "i'd be losing my shit, too, if i left us unsupervised. but i'll take the blame for us, my love, don't you worry."

wooyoung wonders if san's cheekbones have begun aching by now; either way, he is so enchanted by his white-teethed smiles, no matter how many times they result in that dangerous leap in his tummy. yet, in spite of the heartwarming sight he oh so loves, wooyoung notices his head jolt hectically with an abundance of abrupt thoughts he can't regulate, one he unintentionally lingers by for a tad bit longer than he should.

a part of wooyoung is sceptical, as if he's hopelessly grasping onto an idea that, despite what he sees, isn't really there. a part of him is afraid to admit it to himself, despite claiming to have come to terms with his feelings. a part of him isn't even fully sure. but when san looks back at him with the most endearing look across his face, for basically no reason at all, a part of wooyoung sees past his fear, because he knows. he knows san is sincere.

everything, from his grand displays of affection all the way to his small, innocent glances which tell more than he knows. hell, it's san, after all — wooyoung is convinced insincerity is the absolute last thing he's capable of.

and therefore, he can willingly and proudly say, even if it only be to the accompanying voices in his mind, that there's no one else in the world who makes him as happy as san does.

"what?" san questions softly, looking back at him. his expression is dazed, dazed out of excessive joy. "you're smiling far too hard for it to be anything normal."

"are you saying i'm abnormal?"

"absolutely, i am." there's this foolishly wide grin adorning san's features, and wooyoung thinks the more he looks at it, the more of his sanity he loses. as if he hasn't already spared enough of that for the latter.

wooyoung shrugs carelessly. "as the primary source to that question, complaining about it is kinda an idiotic move, sannie."

san's smile widens massively. "ah, my bad." a beam of light crosses through his irises, before he says, "truly an honour to be given so much of your attention, though."

rolling his eyes, wooyoung whacks san on his shoulder. "i'm not giving you my attention. in fact, i don't even know where you got that from."

"if i disagree, it wouldn't mean anything, would it?"

"that's right!" wooyoung pats san's shoulder, nodding his head encouragingly. "see, you're getting the hang of it now, sannie!"

somehow, and causing wooyoung's heart to swell with this overwhelming thought of feeling loved, san's smile only remains. it freaks him out a tiny bit, makes him wonder why on earth san feels this way towards him of all people, an idiot who, out of instinct, rebounds affection with stupid, nonsensical jokes. "you're lucky you're cute," san says matter of factly. "otherwise, things would not be looking that good for you."

"i'm not cute. you just like me far, far too much. delusion, is what that's called," wooyoung fires back; but quite frankly, he finds it amusing seeing san strangely tolerant of his very intelligent and very true remarks that make total and absolute sense.

"then, delusion it must be, wooyo," san agrees without a second thought. "it's almost like you can see right through me, huh?"

wooyoung bites back a bashful grin. never has he ever been so thrilled for the upcoming days in his life.

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woo_jung

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woo_jung gay ass loona stan
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where_san_sings what a bizarre accusation 🤯
   | woo_jung we all experience denial at some stage in life sannie

lifeonmars omg he made it in one piece
   | woo_jung crazy who would've thought

j.yun AAAHKEGKVSHSHEKSHSG
   | woo_jung please sign up for some counselling babe
   | j.yun am too broke 😓😓
   | woo_jung same lol you'll be fine

beyonke can i get clout 4 reuniting y'all
   | where_san_sings no
   | woo_jung what he said
   | beyonke selfish ass mfs

hongjoong.k basically his whole personality
   | woo_jung written in bold and italics (and rainbow!)

jjongch i thought getting rid of san would be a good thing but now that these posts are back i'm beginning to think otherwise
   | woo_jung cope
   | jjongch or complain about it exactly

sansvenus omgggg san & i r so similar thats crazy we're totally meant to be

where_san_sings

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where_san_sings mon amoureux 🤍
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woo_jung i thought it was mutually known this was going to stay a one time thing
   | where_san_sings sadly u thought wrong
   | woo_jung i'm sitting right next to u and i think might cry

everythingcoolwastaken can relaly tell who's the romantuc out of tge two
   | where_san_sings relaly 😕 romantuc 😕 tge 😕
   | everythingcoolwastaken youre suiposed to slander him witg me not insult my grmamer

jjongch i am so done.
   | where_san_sings ok!!
   | jjongch u have the fucking nerve

beyonke it's only been two hours how much of this do i have 2 consume
   | where_san_sings enough until u get salmonella 🙏🙏
   | woo_jung ooo good idea sannie

hongjoong.k that looks like my bracelet
   | where_san_sings bc it IS ur bracelet!!! i borrowed her as a souvenir for my trip to wooyo

lifeonmars why is this not a felony
   | where_san_sings u sound right winged

j.yun i dunno if u can hear but i am having a sobbing tantrum into my pillow rn
   | where_san_sings i pray for u soggy pillows r horrible
   | j.yun damn u're right

sansvenus sleeping on the fucking shore 2night

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a/n: HEYYYY its my bday so i wanted to update w a very cute woosan to celebrate me doing absolutely nothing but sit in my room losing my shit over concert vids all day!!!! i hope u enjoy babes 🫶🏽 love u always