Desire (ATEEZ Boy x Boy Oneshots Book II)

A | drivers license | San x Wooyoung

Wooyoung's very belated birthday oneshot! Get ready. I'm excited about this one!

"Wooyoung!"

"Wooyoungie?!"

Wooyoung sighed, raising his head from his pillow. His older sister was at the door, holding it open so he could hear the yells of his parents from downstairs.

"We're all downstairs. Don't you want to blow out your candles?" she asked.

"I don't know..."

"You shouldn't be sad because of a pathetic loser, Wooyoung," she began. "Especially on your 18th birthday."

"My 18th birthday was last week," Wooyoung muttered with an expressionless tone. "When he left me at the restaurant looking like a joke."

Wooyoung could already feel blazing tears forming in the inner corners of his eyes. He wished he hadn't said that. Each time he thought or said it would cause a sharp pain in his heart once more.

"No. That doesn't count." His sister reached out to pull him up. Wooyoung didn't react, but he didn't resist either. "Today is the day your birthday counts. And you'll love it."

Wooyoung released a soft sigh.

As he turned into the dining room, Wooyoung gasped in shock. A beautiful arch of differently-accented purple balloons, three gifts of varying sizes on the side, and a round white cake that had the words, 'Happy Birthday Wooyoung!' In purple. And the two numbered candles too, of course.

"I need you to smile, Wooyoung. Or pretend you're crying from happiness," Wooyoung's mom playfully said. Soon enough, a smile formed at the edges of her son's lips.

"I am... I'm so thankful you did this."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung's father smiled, shaking his shoulders.

"Yeah."

"So we could only get you a single big present this year," his sister began. "But I'm sure you'll like it a lot."

Wooyoung grinned with humility. "Being with my family is enough."

"Open it before I take it!" Wooyoung's mother teased. She nodded at the small box.

"Okay... what's-" Wooyoung gasped.

"Happy birthday, Wooyoungie."

Wooyoung still couldn't believe where he sat. He felt around the leather steering wheel, eyes watching every little line engraved into the material as his thumbs ran over it.

"Wow."

Wooyoung's father laughed. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. I love it," his voice fell to a whisper. "Thank you, dad."

He smiled, the wrinkles on various parts of his face becoming visible. "Take it around the neighborhood for a while. Be careful."

"Okay." Wooyoung shut the door and clipped on his seatbelt. He braced himself before turning the key. There was a soft beep from the car followed by the deep rumble of an awakening engine.

"Wooyoung-ah."

"Hm?"

"When are you going to go see me? Instead of me always coming to see you." San joined Wooyoung on the couch and slung an arm over his shoulders. It was endearing for a moment, the silence enveloping both of their relaxed bodies.

"You can always take me to your house."

"Yeah, but..." San shrugged.

Wooyoung lovingly held his jaw. "What?"