Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

i'm never kissing you again

wooyoungieeeee~"

silence.

"wooyoung."

silence.

"i'm never kissing you aga-"

san was immediately tackled onto the couch by wooyoung, his face being covered in kisses as he just giggled, looking up at him.

"really? that's all it takes to get your attention? threaten to never kiss you again?"

"if it's you making the threat, then hell yeah. it works every time." san didn't miss the way wooyoung's voice dropped an octave or two, nor did he miss the flash of hunger behind those onyx eyes of his.

he also didn't miss the position they had ended up in. san's hands were being held above his head, his shirt slightly risen up, his legs straddling wooyoung's hips. his hair slightly ruffled while his lips were parted, a little pink muscle darting out to lick away, make sure they wouldn't chap.

wooyoung groaned audibly at the sight, releasing san before pulling him up and directing him towards the stairs.

"go shower stinky. i'll make space so you can practice."

"but wouldn't it make more sense to practice first?" san titled his head in confusion, missing how wooyoung angled away from him slightly, hiding his little...problem.

"isn't this why you came home? to shower? go shower." he shooed the younger away before plopping back on the couch.

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what was wrong with wooyoung? that was the only thought occupying san's thoughts as he quickly stripped and hopped into the shower, the brief coldness awakening him again, forcing a sigh from his lips, soon feeling the heat rise.

he hadn't been weird beforehand, only after the whole couch th- oh.

san couldn't help the giggle that left him at the realization that wooyoung was probably aroused from their position, his ego boosting just a bit. until it deflated again.

"what if it's just because i accidentally brushed against him or something? i probably didn't cause it..."

he huffed in annoyance before grabbing his soap, deciding he'd still take another shower before leaving for the talent show.

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"but hyung, he's just- i don't know. agh you guys are no help. go back to fucking or whatever. glad to know your date is going well."

wooyoung huffed as he threw his phone down on the couch, waiting for san before they went to the in-house dance studio.

speaking of which...

soft padded feet could be heard coming down the stairs, the sight of san in an extremely oversized shirt with a pair of cargo pants making him smile as his heart rate sped up.

he ignored the butterflies spreading throughout his chest, stomach, neck, head, the fuzzy feeling he felt as san slipped his hand into his, softly dragging him with him to the studio. the image itself was permanently burning itself into wooyoung's head, so he quickly grabbed his phone before they exited the living room, snapping a picture of him being dragged by san, only his hand visible while san's figure was visible.

he smiled softly at the picture, saving it in an unmarked album before putting his phone away again.

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"hey, no laughing at me. you haven't seen me dance seriously before."

"i'm not gonna laugh bun. besides, i feel like i'm getting my own private concert." wooyoung smiled cheekily at san before starting the music, his facial expressions soon becoming serious again.

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deo chamsinhage sangsangnyeok jom balhwihaе bwa
nega jjotdeon toreusorеul buswodae nan
imi neodo aneun one advice
i'll shoot the one advice
nal gadulsurok boran deut eonnaga jal bwa
kkeuteul bogil wonhandamyeon jageukae bwa
igeon neoreul wihan one advice
best take my own advice

wooyoung was, simply put, mesmerized as he watched san dance. the energy, facial expressions, clarity behind each step yet how he added his own flavor. and the absolute power he held, and he knew it too. this was made clear when he stared at wooyoung, winking at him.

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"so...how was it?"

san was currently downing a bottle of water as he waited for wooyoung to reply, missing the dangerous glint behind his eyes. until he looked up and saw him directly in front of him.

"i-wooyoungie?"

no words were spoken. wooyoung simply lifted san, throwing him over his shoulder as if he were a sack of potatoes, heading upstairs to san's room where he gently threw him on the bed.

"wooyou-" he was cut off by wooyoung's plump lips pressing against his neck, ignoring the slight salty taste, as san had been sweating a bit. the younger let out a strangled moan, feeling wooyoung begin to suck rather harshly against his neck, causing san to arch off the bed.

"do you know how attractive you look when you dance?" he let his hands slowly slide under the oversized shirt san was wearing, gripping his waist rather tightly as he pulled him flush against him, this time attacking his lips.

having yet another moan elicited from him, san wrapped his arms around woo's neck, pulling the elder closer to him as his legs wrapped around his waist, soon pulling away to catch his breath. not missing how swollen his lips were slowly becoming.

"you're making it so fucking hard for me san..." wooyoung groaned softly to himself, the image in front of him forcing him to pull his phone out once again.

san, sprawled out, hair a mess, lips red and swollen, his neck decorated in purple marks, his eyes pulled up as he smiled. wooyoung snapped a picture before putting his phone away, lowering himself back down to san, kissing him once last time.

"as much as i'd like to continue... you have a performance to do today."

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a/n: this one is a little shorter, i know. please don't kill me. this was more of a filler and a small amount of woosan before the smut begins. ✨ not next chapter, the one after that. so, take this as a warning if you don't wanna read the smut. skip chapter 13 when it's published.

who can guess what san's outfit will be for the talent show? and what songs by kai he's gonna dance to? hint: one of the songs is by exo.