Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

he's pretty!

san

the room was filled with a comforting silence, for a while, before the shrill incessant ringing of an alarm went off, san's hand shooting out of his blankets to pull his phone into his grasp, tiredly swiping away at the alarm.

the ball of fluff buried himself back into the warmth of his plush white duvet, his hands swallowed by the sleeves of his shirt, arms tucked protectively around shiber.

he shifted a bit to get into a much warmer and comfy position to delve back into a dreamless slumber before his door was forced open.

"i know your alarm went off."

silence.

"san. i know you can hear me."

silence again.

"okay. I'll just take shiber and we'-"

"death. Is that what you seek, hwa? i'll gladly help you." san didn't move an inch, didn't even crack a eye open as he lightheartedly threatened him.

a chuckle slipped past the older boy's lips as he stared at the mound on the bed, not knowing where exactly he was, san blending in extremely well with the blanket. san let out an exasperated groan, lifting his phone once more to check the time, wincing at the bright light shining back on him.

"san. it's 3. in the afternoon. you promised to come with me to get drinks and shit for joong's party."

"i made that promise when I was low on sleep. which I still am, so... begone peasant." he turned to rest his head back on the pillow before feeling himself being lifted out of the bed, dropped in front of the bathroom door with shiber lying helplessly on the floor.

"i understand trying to kill me. but what did shiber ever do to you?" a small pout covered his lips as he stalked over to the plush, lifting him up and dusting him off before laying him back on the bed to rest peacefully.

"yeah yeah yeah. go, shower, so we can go." seonghwa all but forced the shorter boy into the receptacle, making his way downstairs.

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san had finished showering around 30 minutes later, all except ten of which consisted of staring at the wall and dozing off for five seconds before snapping back awake again. his blond hair was curled around his face, still slightly damp as he stalked towards his closet. he chose a simple black v-neck sweater that was one size up, the ends swallowing his fingertips, giving him finger paws.

he paired the shirt with a pair of black pants, finding his belt and using it to hold them up, slipping on high-top black converses. san had a rather small waist, which was only emphasized by the presence of his belt.

"hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

he sulked down the stairs, playing with the ends of his sleeves as he saw Seonghwa on the couch, hongjoong's head in his lap.

"joongie-hyung...if you're here... why can't you go get the drinks?" although his voice was bitterly sweet, he was seriously baffled. joong was right here, perfectly fine, healthy, two functioning legs, so why couldn't he go get the stuff for his party?

"because sannie, I have an interview today. seonghwa's gonna drop me off, so please don't try crashing my car this time."

san couldn't help the blush that ran up his neck to the tips of his ears at the mere mention of the famous car incident. he had a perfectly reasonable explanation. "i already said i'm sorry!"

"you took his car to come back for shiber... i don't think he's forgotten it yet." seonghwa couldn't help laughing at san who looked like he wanted to vanish. there was an explanation for everything; the three of them had gone on a trip to busan for joong's mom's wedding, and san had remembered last minute that he had left shiber on the floor. the rest was pretty easy to figure out.