Blood Sucker (WooSan)

Twenty Five

Wooyoung was correct.

He woke to pins and needles in pretty much his whole body. Not to mention his neck ached due to the position of his head against Yunho.

"I take it you're in pain too?" Jongho whispered, trying not to awaken anyone. Wooyoung nodded, needing to get out of there immediately so his limbs didn't fall off.

"Can you, uh, help me out of this?" Wooyoung winced, glad when Jongho happily crouched beside him and pried San's arms away from Wooyoung's waist. And as Wooyoung gently slipped his arm out from under Seonghwa's head he felt Jongho lift Hongjoong off of his legs and place the boy on the couch. "Thank you, I thought I was gonna die for a second there. You hungry? Thirsty?" His voice was still slurred and slightly gravelly from sleep.

"I would love a coffee if that's alright?" Jongho said. As the pair of them sat in the kitchen, sun only just rising over the horizon, Jongho grabbed himself an apple from the fruit bowl. "You wanna see something cool?"

All Jongho needed was a small nod from Wooyoung to break out into a bright smile.

Clearly trying to keep his voice down, Jongho began to flawlessly sing. Wooyoung was so completely captivated by his voice that he didn't notice how his grip tightened on the apple.

A small yelp burst from Wooyoung's throat as Jongho broke the apple clean in half.

"What the Hell? That's so cool, how'd you learn you could do that?" Wooyoung accepted the apple half an apple Jongho handed to him.

Yet the younger just shook his head. "A magician never reveals his secrets Wooyoung." Jongho grinned, only laughing when Wooyoung let out a huff. "It's nothing special, I'm just sorta strong."

"It is actually quite special. You're quite the weird dude Jongho, but good weird. Never change." Wooyoung finished their coffees and settled back at the bench.

"You are too, if I'm honest." Jongho took a sip of his drink. "Like you're trying to be a badass, but the way you treat others is all soft and cute. You also act like you don't care about stuff. Which we all know is blatantly untrue. You do care that you lost everything all those years ago and just hide it. You also most definitely care about people's discourse over you and San. You're simultaneously good and bad at hiding how you feel." Immediately the younger's eyes widened in worry. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to ramble."

"It's alright. Very eye-opening actually, so thank you." They sat in silence for a moment. It was peaceful, and in this moment Wooyoung realised just how comfortable Jongho's presence actually is.

"Angel?" San called out from the living room, slightly distressed.

"Kitchen, love!" Wooyoung yelled slightly, desperate not to wake everyone. In moments San's chin was rested comfortably atop Wooyoung's shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. "Good morning."

"Ready for marriage?" San joked, unknowingly sparking Wooyoung's worry.

What if San regretted marrying him?

"He would never, do not fret my friend." Yeosang mumbled quietly. He then proceeded to chug the remaining coffee in the jug. "Additionally, where, pray tell, are the wedding suits? I desire to see them." Yeosang always had a rather hilarious habit of speaking in fancy English when he was tired or had just woken up.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "You'll just have to see them before the wedding."

"Preposterous."

As everyone got up they split into two groups. Jongho, Mingi and a newly arrived Minho and Taemin would help San get ready. And Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and Seonghwa would help Wooyoung. They would have been evenly distributed with vampires and humans, but Yeosang was still refusing to leave Seonghwa alone. This time, though, it was something to do with Taemin.