Wooyoung glared at san from across the dorm, "do you do this on purpose?" he spoke, raising up his broken mug. San looked up from his phone, dead eyes.
"why would i break your stupid cup princess?" he muttered in disbelief, looking back down at his device.
"do not call me princess" wooyoung warned as he watched a smile form on sans face. "you sure act like one"
wooyoung stomped his way over to san, stopping right in front of his bed. "how many times do i have to tell you not to touch my stuff?"
"well, princess, maybe stop acting so sour towards me and.....hang out with me" san spoke, setting down his phone on his bed. San stared into wooyoungs eyes, a smirk on his perfectly sculpted face.
Wooyoung averted his gaze from the boy, not being able to take the intense eye contact. "hang out?" he questioned. san nodded, "mhm, you and me"
"me and you?"
san smiled, leaning in a bit closer, "precisely"
wooyoung leaned in too, making it seem like he was convinced. "well...." he started, using his index finger to brush a hair from sans eye.
He inhaled whilst making close eye contact with san, "in your dreams" he finished, laughing at the olders surprised expression.
Sans face went from surprised to dead, he shrugged his shoulders. "maybe i do dream about you"
wooyoung hated how proud he looked, glared at the boy and backed away.
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A/n: grrrrrr short chapter, love you
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FanfictionWhat Wooyoung and San had was anything but love. {RW/ two faced prick} -smut -abuse -cross dressing
