wooyoung's compulsive gaze lingers by the bottle of hair bleach in his bathroom cupboard.

perhaps it's san's influence toying at the strings of wooyoung's impulses that, eventually, after moments of contemplation, urges him to rashly reach out for the black, cylinder-shaped bottle, and slam the cupboard shut.

san's involuntary doing or not, wooyoung wants a change. he stares into his reflection and, watching himself sweep a hand through the dark, damp hair starting to curl by his ears, he sighs. no — wooyoung needs a change. and badly.

"sannie?" wooyoung peeks his head through the bathroom door to find san by a mirror — his mirror. something about it makes wooyoung feel tingly inside, seeing san use his things, in his room, in his home. it's a good tingly, he's sure of, because he likes it. he likes seeing san treat the dorm like his own.

san glances up at wooyoung, a smile instantly broadening his features at the younger's calling. he mindlessly lets the eyeshadow brush in his grip topple down to the dresser, as if wooyoung disrupting his makeup is his version of true happiness. san's hand reaches out in wooyoung's direction, who receives the endearing gesture as a plead to come closer. and so, he does, quietly nearing the latter, a bashful look accompanying his features when san pats his thigh.

his fingers clasping onto san's shoulders, wooyoung swings a leg over san's. sitting himself atop of san's lap, he very fiercely feels a layer of red warmth annihilate his cheeks, but honestly: what's new?

hugging wooyoung's waist, san's spare hand reaches for his jaw. he strokes the bone gently, like he's fascinated by the touch. "you're so pretty."

the praise sends wooyoung's mind absolutely haywire. he's just got out of the shower, the most he's done so far is moisturise his face, and here san is, treating him like some enchanting princess from a fairytale. "you're so pretty," wooyoung counterattacks, despite how he craves to do much more with his mouth. "especially like what you've done with your eyes. you're totally gonna be the hottest there, sannie."

"second hottest, maybe," san mumbles, pressing a slow kiss to wooyoung's lips. "no one beats you, sweetheart."

regardless of his disagreement, wooyoung tilts his head and softly returns san's kiss. he can taste hints of the raspberry-flavoured yoghurt san ate for breakfast earlier that day. unlike any other day, wooyoung is quick to break away, yet he doesn't pull back just yet, blurting out against san's lips, "can you dye my hair?"

eyes widening, san blinks repeatedly. "what?"

"dye my hair please?" wooyoung asks again, biting his lip hesitantly. "i already have, like, the bleach and stu—"

"you want me to dye your hair? me, being unskilled and just, well, pure stupid?!" san laughs incredulously, as if wooyoung is merely telling a joke.

"i mean— you don't seem unskilled or stupid to me, sannie, so... yeah. yeah, that's what i want."

san's jaw drops the slightest bit, and he just stares at wooyoung, who accompanies the silence with straightening the hair by san's nape. "you're deranged, wooyo," san eventually comments. "keep this up and next you're going to be asking me to chop your arm off," he says, the drama queen he is, helping wooyoung out of his lap, regardless.

wooyoung is unable to stop a smile spreading across his features. "just give me a second to raid kev's stash and find a colour i like, 'kay?"

"you haven't decided on a colour?" san's in disbelief. "and still, you want us to do this now, hours before a party?"

wooyoung shrugs. "it's only a house party."

finishing with that, alongside an irreverently excited grin, wooyoung skips out of the room. san is left on the small chair before wooyoung's vanity, his expression fondly amused as he starts to clean away his things scrambled across it. he's halfway done picking his, frankly unhealthy, hairs out of his hairbrush when wooyoung shoves the door open with all his force, three rectangular boxes hurdled in his arms.

san walks over to him, and takes them from wooyoung's hold. tin foil, toner, and hair dye. "purple?" san says, closely inspecting the label.

"lilac" wooyoung corrects loudly. "it's lilac, sannie."

"lilac, purple, same thi—"

"not the same thing!" huffing out a breath, wooyoung frowns, his brows creasing. but san can only smile because he's so atrociously endearing, it's impossible not to. "this isn't funny, why are you—"

"you're cute."

wooyoung snatches the boxes from san's grip, as if his sudden confession banishes his right to toss them in between his hands any longer, and beelines for the bathroom without another glance at the boy. san doesn't think before he follows along. "you'd suit it a lot, y'know? lilac."

wooyoung hesitates. "you think so?"

"i know so, sweetheart," san answers from behind his shoulder.

wooyoung's steps slow down, as subtly as he can manage so that the latter can reach his shoulder. "you seem strangely sure about that, seeing as i've only ever had dark hair before."

"you're literally wooyoung. my favourite person is obviously gonna rock my favourite colour — even if you can't admit that purple and lilac are the same fucking thing."

"me? your... your favourite person?"

"yes, you, angel." laying his palms over the dip of wooyoung's hips, san's gaze is sparkled with adoration, even through their reflection within the bathroom mirror. he leans down, his lips grazing briefly across wooyoung's nape. an adoring kiss that confirmed san's words more than he needed to. wooyoung is too lost in the affection to utter a word, let alone an actual, coherent response. "ready for your almighty transformation?"

wooyoung breathes. long. "yeah, i'm ready. i'm ready, sannie."

san's fingers feel good against wooyoung's scalp. really good. it almost feels like some sort of professional massage, san rubbing the bleach into wooyoung's hair, careful as to not tug too hard at the strands or get any of the ghost-white liquid into his eyes. at some point, wooyoung's lashes mindlessly flutter shut because he's just so relaxed within san's arms, and beneath san's touch, that he doesn't think he would really mind so much if time spontaneously happened to stop right there and then.

"eyes open, sleepy," san requests softly, giggling when wooyoung jumps the slightest bit at the disrupted quiet.

"h-hm? sorry?"

"i need to rinse your hair, now, baby." wooyoung's brows loosen in understanding. san's hands sit him on the edge of his bathtub, as if he knows the place better than wooyoung himself, and in just moments, he feels a harsh, cold splash against his head. wooyoung reckons san distinguishes his discomfort, because his voice is as soft as a songbird's, "shit— i'm sorry, my love. too cold or too hot?"

"cold. too cold," wooyoung murmurs, eyes squeezed shut and his hand reaching out.

reassuring, san holds his fingers. "i should've thought about that. i'm sorry." his eyes still closed, wooyoung can hear water splash from behind him, and then san's fingertips are rubbing against the back of his hand. apparently, the gesture isn't just some cheesy thing san is into; it leaves behind a pool of water. warmer this time.

"now? how does it feel now, wooyo?"

"better, sannie," wooyoung says, and he doesn't even know why he's smiling over this — over the temperature of his fucking bathtub water. he just really likes san. "'s better."

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applying a light coat of shimmer to his lips using his pinky, wooyoung leans back and admires his fresh reflection in the mirror. he almost feels like a brand-new person — hair an ethereal lilac, eyelids smudged with colour, and his outfit sprinkled with glitter. the smile which enlightens his expression is involuntary, but he truly can't help it when he's this pleased with himself, his appearance.

wooyoung needs to show san, and desperately.

ultimately, when the moment arrived, wooyoung, somewhat reluctantly, took back his invitation for san to do the colouring. it's not that he didn't want san to, and it's not that he didn't trust san to; wooyoung's admittedly selfish desire to see san absolutely crumble at the sight of him simply overwhelmed the domestic romance he initially wished for.

first, wooyoung searches the sitting room. but all he finds is jacob, sprawled out over a loveseat, his nose buried in his phone.

"cobie?" wooyoung asks, "you seen sannie?"

jacob looks up tediously, before his eyes are widening and he's sitting upright. "what the fuck," he announces. "woo, you look—"

"yeah, i know, but where's sannie?"

jacob scoffs. "fuck you, then. i don't care if you look hot as shit right now."

"jacob." purposefully, wooyoung pouts.

refraining from rolling his eyes, jacob sighs. "he's with kev in the kitchen."

"thank you, babe," wooyoung chirps over his shoulder, already swinging the door open to the smell of something sweet in the oven. he spots kevin before he does san, who's leaning over the counter, chin propped upon the back of his hand, staring at a timer intently. a mirror of jacob's reaction, kevin's eyes flicker upwards out of reflex at the sound of wooyoung's footsteps, and his jaw drops.

"you sexy fucker," kevin exclaims, causing wooyoung to giggle happily.

at the slight commotion, san's head snaps to the doorframe, and the giddy sound echoes once more from wooyoung's throat. as if he's in a trance, san's face lights up as he starts to move.

as greedy as it sounds, this is exactly what wooyoung wanted. he wanted for san to eye him through his attentively amorous gaze, for san's slim fingers to curl around the dips of his hips, for san to irresistibly press their bodies together.

wooyoung's insides squirm.

"my fucking god," san mutters beneath his breath, as if wooyoung isn't meant to hear, as if he's just thinking aloud.

beaming, wooyoung slings his arms around san's shoulders. "you like it, sannie?"

san leans in until their noses are brushing. "i fucking love it. you're gorgeous, baby," san murmurs, and kisses wooyoung. sweetly, passionately. sucking his plush lip, san retracts simply to add, "you're an angel, i swear."

"don't mind being yours," wooyoung mumbles against san's mouth.

san hums, smiling contently. "you taste nice." the sudden comment makes wooyoung's tummy flip, the same thing it did when he saw those hickies san marked into his neck and his collarbones. they've mostly faded by now, just faint splotches of red left adorning his skin. "like, cherry, i think," san continues after a deep thought. "is it your gloss?"

"mmh, yeah." wooyoung grabs san's nape to kiss him again, who takes the opportunity to drag his tongue across wooyoung's lip, the feeling wet and hot.

"yeah. cherry," san confirms.

if the tulip-like pink flowering wooyoung's cheeks is him blushing, he brushes it off by convincing himself it's just the temperature of the room. kevin is baking, after all.

"alright." speak of the devil. "can you two please, for the love of god, take this to the bedroom before i have to wipe away stains of semen in my kitchen?"

"kissing isn't inherently sexual, kev," san says in defence to their... behaviour. and because wooyoung is absolutely smitten and can therefore find something comedic in every little thing san says, he laughs, smushing his cheek against the latter's shoulder. san cradles his head.

"i agree, it's not, but—" kevin enunciates. "—when you look like you're one second away from ripping each other's clothes off, i kind of have to assume the worst."

"no, you're choosing to assume the worst."

"yeah. and anyway, kev," wooyoung chimes in, "even if we were to engage in intercourse right before your very eyes, in your kitchen, it'd fairly compensate for all the times i've walked into the living room to see you and jac—"

kevin grabs the weapon nearest to him — a... spatula. "finish that sentence, jung wooyoung, and i'll—"

completely unfazed, wooyoung raises the volume of his voice so that he's practically yelling, "to see you and jacob dry humping each oth—"

wooyoung ducks at the utensil being charged at him, yanking san down to the ground with him. his eyes are wide in terror, whereas wooyoung's are just flat, bored, as if this is a regular occurrence.

and judging by the way wooyoung skilfully throws the spatula right back at the older, it'd be unsurprising if it was.

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where_san_sings

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where_san_sings stupéfiant 🤍
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woo_jung is this gonna be A Thing from now on cus every time u do it a piece of my heart chips off and
   | woo_jung sannie you're too sweet :(
    | where_san_sings exactly what u deserve

hongjoong.k atp i see his face on here more than urs
   | where_san_sings lol tragic 🤷

everythingcoolwastaken liar he doent even look tbat good
| where_san_sings dang isn't healthcare meant to be free in canada too? praying 4 u 🙏🙏
| woo_jung ALSNGEKRFISG SANNIE

j.yun counting on the bff in law to keep my wooyoung safe
| where_san_sings always yun :))

jjongch losing
   | where_san_sings awh bless 😙😙 could never be me though lmfaoooo
   | jjongch we get it hyung shut it

lifeonmars wahh hes so pretty
   | where_san_sings my pretty wooyo yeah
   | lifeonmars damn i'm not snatching him from you chill out

beyonke nvm i get why u almost fucked in my kitchen now
| where_san_sings WE DIDNT ALMSOT FUCK
| beyonke ur tongue was quite literally in my best friends mouth choi san. in my kitchen. admit it.
| where_san_sings THAT DOESNF MEAN WE WERE AB TO FUCK he just tasted good
| beyonke HE TASTED GOOD???!!
| where_san_sings HE HAD CHERRY GLOSS ON OKAY

sansvenus sculpted from god themself how is he so beautiful

woo_jung

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woo_jung singer boy model boy what can't he do
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where_san_sings photo creds to my wooyo how dare u forget
   | woo_jung oh yeah did i do good sannie
   | where_san_sings u did perfect baby

beyonke u never take sexy pics like this of me
   | woo_jung BC YOUVE NEVER AKSED ME TO????
   | beyonke did singer boy ask u to?
   | woo_jung no but he's different
   | beyonke that's what i fucking thought

j.yun hot boys kiss each other it's true & here's proof!
   | woo_jung HSHDHDHDHD so real i made out w sannie like ten mins ago
   | j.yun i love y'all ☹️
   | woo_jung well i don't cus he kissed all my lipgloss away
   | j.yun i would take four bullets to the head for someone to do that to me 

everythingcoolwastaken hmm thus ohoto .. queer
   | woo_jung maybe cus he's literally a gay man. like.

lifeonmars this looks so cool and sophisticated i love it !! good job woo :))
   | woo_jung AW thank uuuu hwa

crackerphobic oh my gosh get his ass here rn ?!!!
| woo_jung excuse?

jjongch i miss canada sometimes
| woo_jung u should visit!!!! choir dudes at uni talk ab u loads it's cute
| jjongch ew what those choir dudes pissed me OFF so no :D

hongjoong.k i literally taught this fucker how to walk i'm the reason he's here today
| woo_jung so grateful 4 u joong 🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️
| hongjoong.k u better be

sansvenus cunty ass head tilt

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a/n: bbc are trash garbage losers assholes whores moron cunts someone seriously needs to be killed at that goddamn fucking company

my sunshine girl, and nothing will ever ever change that </3

loona are twelve.