Obsessed [Editing]

Chapter 16

A loud crash made everyone in the bar/café look over at what happened and San glared at some dude that walked into him which caused everything on the tray to topple over, drinks spilling all over the floor.

"You couldn't see where you were going?" San snapped and the guy raised his hands.

"Sorry, dude."

"Open your fucking eyes," Seonghwa said in a low, annoyed tone as he passed the two to go grab some towels and the customer frowned at him, muttering something under his breath that Seonghwa couldn't care about. Wooyoung had walked over after giving customers their food and he looked at the mess then up at San who was trying to carefully put the broken glass on the tray.

"Sannie, don't pick up the glass, you're gonna cut yourself," he crouched down to grab San's hands and San gasped as a large bit of glass cut his hand, blood dripping onto the floor.

"San, use the towel," Seonghwa said as he walked over and looked at his friend in concern when he saw the blood. He handed Wooyoung the towel and San winced when it was pressed against his hand, the blood instantly soaking the cloth.

"Come on, I'll help you clean your hand," Wooyoung muttered and they stood up. "Hyung, can you—"

"Yeah, I can clean this up. You go help San," Seonghwa gave a reassuring smile and began cleaning up while the other two went into the staff room. San sat down while Wooyoung went to get the first aid kit from under the sink then went over to sit across from him and placed the kit on the table. He opened it and looked at San, frowning down at his injured hand. A small smile tugged at Wooyoung's lips and he reached out, hand cupping his cheek which made him look up, their eyes meeting.

"Hey, don't worry. Things like this happen." Wooyoung caressed his cheek with his thumb and San's cheek turned a soft pink. "Okay, let's get this hand cleaned up." San tilted his head back, letting out a groan.

"No, it's gonna hurt," he whined and Wooyoung giggled.

"Of course it's going to, silly." He got to work cleaning up the wound and he leaned closer to get a better look. "It's not deep. You'll be fine."

San was bouncing his leg, holding his breath and glaring at his hand. Wooyoung grinned at him and San pouted cutely. "It's not funny," he muttered. Wooyoung snickered.

"I'm wasn't even laughing."

San rolled his eyes. "You look like you're going to laugh."

"Because the faces you're making are really cute!"

"I'm in pain! Ow!"

Wooyoung laughed and finished wrapping his hand before leaning down to leave a kiss on his wrist. "There you big baby, it's over." He packed everything away then stood up to put the first aid back in its usual spot and San got up, walking over to him.

"Thanks," he muttered and Wooyoung turned around, giving him a smile.

"You're welcome."

Wooyoung leaned back against the bench, hands resting on top. They fell into a comfortable silence, just staring into each other's eyes and San took a step closer, his eyes flickering down to Wooyoung's lips then back up to meet his gaze. Wooyoung tilted his head slightly, smiling slightly at his friend and he hummed. "What?" His voice came out in a gentle tone and San shook his head before leaning closer, his eyes hooded. He was expecting Wooyoung to move away or push him back, but he didn't do anything.

The tips of their noses brushed and the younger moved his hand from the bench to rest on San's hip, giving it a tug so he moved closer to the point their chests were now pressed together. San's non-injured hand came up to grab Wooyoung's waist and their bottom lips gently brushed then their eyes closed as their lips pressed for only a second. They pulled away then leaned back in, kissing for longer this time and San tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The kiss was gentle, slow and filled with passion. Wooyoung disconnected their lips for a second to turn his head to the other side, then leaned back in, kissing San with a bit more vigour. Only the sound of their breathing and lips smacking filled the staff room. San gently bit his bottom lip, giving it a little tug.