i'll be that somebody for you

6. A Pure Heart

San came to Wooyoung's place to study again. He did it a couple of times and it became their routine. They would work, Wooyoung at his desk and San on the couch or the bed, not saying much and when they would be hungry, Wooyoung would cook. If someone told Wooyoung that he'd be San's study buddy a few weeks ago, he wouldn't have believed it. But now, it was... natural.

Even if Wooyoung couldn't really understand what and how he was feeling, he couldn't help but be himself with San. He wasn't trying to fill the room with useless sentences. No, he stayed quiet when he wanted to and it never seemed to bother San. He never felt that way with someone so easily, so fast.

"What is that?" San asked, pointing at something in the kitchen.

Wooyoung readjusted his glasses before looking at San. The boy was pointing at a jar with a red ribbon. It was full of biscuits, some had a pine tree shape while some others were shaped as small men. Wooyoung could feel his cheeks become a little warmer. He hoped to be too far from San for him to notice their pale pink shade. He acted as if he was more focused on his screen than his neighbour.

"Oh... It's nothing. I baked those for my parents but they don't taste good," he lied.

"You cooked something that doesn't taste good? I'll have to taste it to believe that," San replied, opening the jar carefully.

Wooyoung watched him take a pine tree-shaped biscuit and smelt it. The cook smiled. He noticed San had the habit of smelling everything he was about to eat and he found it cute. San took a bite of the biscuit, chewed a little and his eyes grew bigger.

"Are you kidding me? This is fucking delicious!" he exclaimed, mouth still full.

Wooyoung chuckled, endeared by San's reaction.

"Language!" he tried to imitate Hongjoong, making San laugh.

San finished the biscuit, licking the tip of his finger to eat the icing. He was about to take another but stopped.

"You should give those biscuits to your parents, they're delicious,"

"You seem to enjoy them, take them. I'll make others for my parents,"

"You sure?"

"Mm-mmh" Wooyoung nodded, focused on his screen.

"Thank you Wooyoungie," San thanked him with this cute smile Wooyoung liked too much before taking another biscuit.

San sat back on the couch, resuming his reading. The boy hadn't any idea that his neighbour made those biscuits just for him because he wanted to thank him for the t-shirt. He also had no idea that his stupid neighbour was too shy and too embarrassed to give him those biscuits. Wooyoung spent half a day making them because he wanted the biscuits to be as cute as San. He spent the other half of the day thinking about how he should offer them to him. Well, as you can see, he didn't find out how to give them to him.

Wooyoung glanced at San's figure. He could only see the book hanging above his head and his feet that poked out of the couch. This time he was reading a French play -Wooyoung wouldn't know if San hadn't told him- called Le Jeu de l'amour et du Hasard (The Game of Love and Chance). San's capacity to read French was still amazing Wooyoung. The latter then thought that it wasn't the only thing about San that amazed him.

San felt the same way when he watched Wooyoung cooking. That day, he made yukgaejang (spiced beef soup). San contemplated every step Wooyoung followed to make the perfect dish. He did that without saying a word. He didn't want to disturb Wooyoung because he liked his focused expression.

An hour later, they sat on the couch and ate the soup. As usual, it was delicious. As usual, San told Wooyoung he should quit university to open a restaurant and it never failed to make Wooyoung laugh.