LAVENDER ROSES || Woosan

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"H-he kept them?" Wooyoung was surprised.

"What are you doing?" he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"San you-" Wooyoung turned around, but his words were cut off.

San had just come out of the bath, his hair dripping wet and a towel hung low on his waist. His abdominal muscles were bulging and his chest was puffed and wet.

Wooyoung wasn't aware that he was staring at San until San cleared his throat.

"What are you looking at?" he smirked.

"N-nothing" Wooyoung was sweating. Why does he have to look so hot? His tan skin and wet hair.. So hot... Wooyoung thought. His eyes darted around disrespectfully, but then, he remembered why he came here in the first place.

"Vernon asked for you San" Wooyoung said, looking at the ground, where drops of water were dripping from San's hair splashing on the cold floor, making a small puddle of water around him.

"Why?" San asked.

"I don't know.. He wanted to tell you something" Wooyoung said as San turned his back to Wooyoung.

"Whatever about?" San said as he loosened the knot on his towel as if he was going to strip infront of Wooyoung.

"What are you doing San?" Wooyoung blushed and looked away.

"Nothing" San let out a low chuckle and tightened the knot again.

"Vernon told me that he needed to enlighten you about some stuff" Wooyoung sighed in relief.

I thought he was going to seduce me, he thought. 

"You kept my flowers, didn't you?" Wooyoung smiled.

"Whatever" San rolled his eyes. Yes of course I did.

"You didn't throw them" Wooyoung stepped forward, forgetting about the wet floor.

"Seemed like a waste to throw them" San shrugged. "Now get out. I'll meet Vernon" 

"Okay!" Wooyoung said, his voice shrouded in joy. He turned around to leave and stepped on the wet area of around San. "AHH!" he lost his balance, but faced at abrupt stop and instead felt a tint of pink blush on his cheeks appear as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and caught him.

Wooyoung was surprised for the second time this day, San's strong arms had caught him and Wooyoung had immediately  placed his hands on San's chest.

San's chest muscles were manly, muscular and well-defined and he felt San's heart beat. Wooyoung felt as if San's chest was chiseled out of rock, it was that hard and strong.

Damn it. 

San's features were even more dazzling up close, his narrow eyes, which hid warmth in them, his sharp jawline and his thin lips that curved at the edge. They weren't soft or plump, they looked rough, but Wooyoung loved how kissable they were. 

I want to kiss him. Hard  he thought.

Wooyoung blushed so hard that he felt his own heart beat in his throat. 

Oh fuck. Choi San he thought. 

He smells like lavender roses, San thought as he felt a burst of lust in him.

San's heart beat a million times faster and a color of pink started tinting his cheeks and ears. He has never been this close to Wooyoung before, nor has he touched him. His hand felt soft on his chest and he felt light as a feather. San never liked anyone to have his hands on him, but when it comes to Wooyoung, he yearned for his touch.