Yesteryear

Turn Back Time

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Time seemed to have stopped for Wooyoung and San.

For several days, they went nowhere. They stuck in the protection of Wooyoung's flat and dedicated all their attention to each other. There was not a minute when they weren't glancing, touching, or breathing in each other to assure themselves of their togetherness.

It was paradise. Even in Wooyoung small, stuffy flat that had changed its scent slightly with San around at all times, it was paradise.

They got to do all the things Wooyoung had feared would never happen after San died. One of those first things was Wooyoung cooking the dish he had prepared so much for San. When he had jumped off from lounging together with San on the couch while they held each other to be close and a nonsense program ran, San had looked up at Wooyoung with big eyes. The soft hoodie the man wore was one from Wooyoung's closet and Wooyoung adored seeing him in it.

"Are you hungry?"

San sat up and flattened the pillow that had wrinkled under the weight of Wooyoung's back. It was the one Wooyoung had gifted him to have his own in Wooyoung's home, and San carried it around between the bed and the couch all the time. Unsure where Wooyoung's impatience came from, the man's eyes flickered through the room.

"Sure. Shall I order food?" His hand inched towards his sweatpants, about to draw the phone Wooyoung still found ridiculous in his hand. Each time San reached down, Wooyoung expected him to come back up with a sword.

Wooyoung shook his head with a cheeky grin. As he marched off towards the kitchen, San turned on the couch to lean over the backrest and watched Wooyoung, full of intrigue.

"I will cook for you today," Wooyoung announced. Ceremoniously, he got out the apron his sister had gifted him when he had moved out from home. He rolled up his sleeves before he hung it around his neck.

Before his fingers could fiddle with the strings, San was already behind him. With a hum, he crossed the long strings over Wooyoung's back and turned him around to tie them shut at the front.

"'I cook as well as I look'?" San read the slogan on the apron's chest out loud. Wooyoung leaned in his direction when San pulled him closer by the strings to close them.

"Your cooking must be downright phenomenal, then. Are you trying to kill me with the combination of both?"

Wooyoung had to turn his head away, but he couldn't hide his pleased smirk. San had lost none of his smooth flirtatiousness over the years.

"You better prepare yourself, it will be out of this world," Wooyoung retorted, but it was a soft blow given how buttered up he was. If he slid into the pan right now instead of the chicken he was about to prepare, he might cook himself with his blush.

"Let me help you," San pleaded. He left a kiss on Wooyoung's forehead before he stepped back from the other man. Patiently, he stood at the kitchen counter and awaited orders. Wooyoung thought about it while he retrieved all the ingredients they needed from the fridge and the cabinets. With the pan on the stove and his cutting board at the ready, he decided.

"Alright, you do the back-hugging."

The corners of San's mouth twitched into an involuntary smile.

"The back-hugging?"

"Yes, it's a vital part of cooking with your boyfriend." Wooyoung brandished his spatula as if it were a magical wand. When he turned around to get cooking, San pushed off the counter to step behind Wooyoung.