Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

dinosaurs are better than dragons.

"if y'all don't shut the hell up we're gonna wake them.."

"hyung, you're the only one talking..."

smack.

"ow..."

"haha. you got smacked."

smack.

"hwa? you betrayed me! i'm used to this treatment from joong, but you too?"

the incessant talking of the six boys became like a irritating buzz in wooyoung's ear, lifting his arms to stretch them before being restricted. he peeked an eye open, adjusting to the bright sunlight before eyeing the idiots still arguing at the foot of the bed, not even noticing he was awake now.

"one. if any of you twats wakes san up, i will turn your intestines into pretzels. second, why the hell are you here?"

that forced the chatter down. sure wooyoung was bubbly and sweet around them, but he did have a streak of inflicting pain upon people.

hongjoong simply pressed a finger to his mouth before tilting his head towards the door, wooyoung immediately figuring it out. he shooed them all out, not missing how seonghwa cooed over how adorable san was, mumbling 'my beautiful child...'

once the last idiot had left, wooyoung turned back to san who was still peacefully asleep, pressing himself closer to woo and he swore he felt his heart grow three sizes that day.

he decided against waking the tired boy, knowing their actions from last night had required a large exertion of energy. he slowly slid his arms from around san, who had grabbed him as he whined softly. he simply pressed a soft kiss against his face, feeling the grip loosen and replacing himself with shiber, who had unfortunately been a witness to their activities.

once he was sure san wouldn't jump up from his sleep, he slowly exited the room, coming face to face with 6 other boys.

"uhm....can i help you?"

"i told you to keep it down you twat."

wooyoung didn't need an explanation. he explicitly remembered yeosang's note and how he purposely forgot to tell san to be quiet.

"at least his moans are pret-" woo felt a hand against his mouth, seonghwa standing in front of him. "you've already taken my child's innocence. please. just please.

the rest broke out in semi-quiet laughter, before yunho turned to seonghwa and hongjoong. "you two might've been louder than san."

"what?" "i don't know what you're talking about."

the flushed look on their faces stated otherwise.

"at least we weren't as loud as yeosang and san!"

now it was yeosang's turn to turn red, slapping jongho's arm. "i told you they could hear me..."

"well you have pretty moans." the smirk on his face was filled with pride, not caring that he had stolen wooyoung's unfinished line.

"anyways, why did you pull me from my sleep?"

"we thought both you and san would be awake, so we were gonna tell you we're heading out for lunch."

"lunch? it's only- oh. well damn. fine. i'll go wake him up and see if he's hungry."

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

they all departed back to their rooms, wooyoung walking into san's and practically melting at the sight. the soft sounds he made, his tousled hair, cheek pressed against shiber, blanket hiding his frame. wooyoung took a picture before crawling back into the bed next to san, slowly pulling shiber from his arms.