implausible - woosan

chapter thirty eight

wooyoung san

04.09.17

lying in bed the next morning, san opens his eyes to find wooyoung staring right at him. he smiles to himself, watching him right back.

picking up on the change in his breathing, a smile plays on wooyoung's own lips. "i have this habit," he says softly, and san props himself up to listen. "of fabricating together faces. of what i think people look like."

"and how do you think i look?" san says back, leaning forward to brush their noses once. 

wooyoung touches his face gently, his fingers pressing along san's defined features. he giggles. "i don't know. my fingers know how you look. my lips know. you're just perfect."

"hm," san hums, still smiling stupidly. he can't wipe it from his face. "my sister had a similar habit. always told her it was creepy, to identify people by scent."

laughing again, wooyoung's eyes form crescents, his bright expression causing him to explode with love. their faces are so close, and san loves looking at him, especially when he's laughing.

"how do i smell, then?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows despite the fact that wooyoung can't see him.

"like home." he wrinkles his nose, expression unreadable.

"like sweat and sex, more like, but close enough." san corrects the cheesy statement, warmth blossoming in his chest.

"show me how you see me," he asks, after a moment. his cheeks are warm, dusted with the pink of embarrassment at a question that feels so imitate.

wooyoung shuffles closer, pulling a face. his eyes are sparkling and inquisitive, darting about his features. his hand extends, not having to reach very far to touch him. palm on his cheek, his fingers graze the faint stubble san's razor can never quite get.

following the line of his jaw, he thumbs over his lips, soft and warm,  his nail indenting slightly when he turns it in to form the shape. san can't help but smile, and wooyoung does too, tracing the curve of his lip and fingering his dimple.

he moves the hand upwards, slender fingers softer than san's smooth tanned skin. they reach his hairline, drawing around the line before twirling around the strands. "so soft," he whispers, pushing them further into his hair.

san preens like a cat, pushing into the touch. wooyoung laughs softly, capturing the other side of his face so that he holds it in both hands. his thumbs now graze high cheekbones, then angular eyes that slant like a feline.

he even gently thumbs his eyelashes, long and fluttering. "i know every part of you." he says, so softly, so gently, and san doesn't think he's ever been touched or spoken to so intimately.

san can only look at him, leaning in to nuzzle their noses. wooyoung giggles, wrapping his arms around san's neck and putting his hands in his hair. he loves that. "every part?" he says, cheekily, heart bursting.

those rounded lips find his neck, mouth curving in a smile against his skin. barely a kiss. "mhm," they're already so close, and san has only just noticed wooyoung is straddling him, now. "shall i prove it?"

san wriggles a bit upwards, holding him by the hips. "well," he breathes out. "can hardly tell you not to, now." a hum against his neck, followed by the wet press of his tongue.