until just a few days ago, wooyoung would never have imagined standing in front of choi san's university dormitory with a picnic basket clutched between his clammy palms. isn't it funny how fast things can change?
he runs a hand through his stiff hair — the result of yunho's work on him, as the older put it — his tummy aching. he just had to be so concerned over the unfamiliar products his friend whipped out the moment he stepped through his door, that he didn't have the time to think about how he exactly he was going to explain to san that he is, as ironically corny as it sounds, his birthday gift. just perfect, wooyoung thinks.
and the more he thinks, the more he ponders if this surprise thing he has going on is as groundbreaking as he once thought.
the different possibilities of failure, all as ill as each other, which erratically leap around in wooyoung's head terrify him. san could be doing anything right now: he could have his family over; he could have a boy over; he could be half naked; he could be half naked with the boy, for that matter. if we're talking traditions, he should be celebrating today, after all — whatever way he'd want to go about that shouldn't be judged, right?
hell, who says wooyoung should be certain san is even home? quite frankly, that thought causes his stomach to churn the most. not because of how humiliated he'd feel upon finding out he's been stood outside an empty dorm, still finding the courage to knock, for heaven's sake, but because all he wants is to see san again.
that's what wooyoung has done all of this for, he'll admit, to see san again. and maybe, if he has the ability to, make his special day just a little brighter as well.
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mission gay: san's birthday
me
i can't knock
jacob
what
me
i can't knock 😊
kev
u came all this way
u prepared all this food
jacob
witg our fucking moneyt too
kev
yet you're telling me u can't knock????/!
me
smth like that yeah!
what now
yunho <3
u look sexy tho what's stopping u
me
maybe the fact that i don't feel sexy
istg i feel like there's a boulder on my head cus of that fucking hair spray
should've known not to let u use it on me when i smelt that shit
yunho <3
ur priorities amaze me
but just text him instead babe
me
"oh hi i've been waiting at ur doorstep for like the past ten minutes cus i'm a nervous wreck could u let me in?"
obvs this is normal humane behaviour right?
jacob
u coudl jsut come home bc annoting kevin isnt tha smae as you
me
would you look at that?! suddenly i'm w yunho 🤔😱
i'm texting him fuck okay wish me luck
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me
sannie are u home rn?
but in the least perverted way possible
YOU ARE READING
SING ME TO SLEEP, woosan
أدب الهواة"... sing to me? what- like, sing me to sleep?" "unless that's too corny for you, that's exactly what i'm offering." in which jung wooyoung suffers with insomnia and relies on an anonymous singer on instagram to make his nights a little less lonely...
