˚✧₊⁎ spilled | woosan ⁎⁺˳✧༚

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wooyoung's pov

Some days had passed between their handholding incident and Wooyoung still wasn't able to get it out of his mind. He still remembered how the older boy's soft skin had felt on his. Right now Wooyoung was working on cutting the fabric for their project. He had designed a few different pieces but couldn't decide which one he liked best. All of them fitted to his elegant style though, you could definitely see that it was his work judging from the small details he had planned for every piece.
As he finished cutting the last piece for the coat he had designed he heard a clicking sound from the door and saw how a boy with bright pink hair entered.
The other students also looked up from their work and watched him enter the room.
It rarely ever happened that a person from another major visited the work place and all of the fashion major students knew each other from the gigantic parties they did. So of course San caught their attention when he shyly made his way through the labyrinth of tables and sewing machines towards a surprised Wooyoung who hadn't expected to see San around here.
And when San held up his hand and waved sheepishly Wooyoung quickly crouched and pretended to reach for a piece of fabric that had fallen down, so San and the others wouldn't see the blush that immediately started to cover his cheeks.

After a few seconds he quickly stood up again and greeted San with a shy smile and a 'what are you doing here? I thought you were at work.'
"Jongho switched shifts with me, so I thought that I could come over and maybe help you a bit?" San explained nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he felt how the eyes of the other students laid on them.
"Ohh, that's really nice. But I actually just finished with cutting the fabric and wanted to do a late lunch break."
"Lunch? You do know that it's almost 6 o'clock, right?" San chuckled slowly relaxing a bit under the stares and the mumbles between the other students as he focused on Wooyoung's dark pretty eyes.
"Yes, Sannie, I do know." Wooyoung spoke bittersweetly but with a big grin on his lips.

He didn't notice though how San's eyebrows perked up at the nickname and his cheeks reddened softly for a small moment.
"Soooo..." Wooyoung stretched the word. "Wanna get my late lunch with me?"
San let out a chuckle which was so attractive that it made Wooyoung scream internally.
"Sure." He told him and with that Wooyoung hurriedly started to pack his bag.
After he was done he waved a short goodbye towards the other students and left together with San.

The other students curiously watched how the two them walked next to each other with their shoulders touching and their fingers sheepishly reaching each other but never daring to really touch...

...

"Let's just go to the convenience store and get some snacks there." Wooyoung suggested, San just nodded in silence since the sky had already caught his attention. The younger noticed his look and followed it with his eyes only to see the brooding dark clouds, that were announcing the upcoming storm. Hongjoong had texted Wooyoung a while ago, asking him to be careful since he had heard in the radio that there was an upcoming storm that was supposed to start this night or evening and hold on for the next few days.
"I guess it's best if we hurry up." Wooyoung meant after looking at the dark grey clouds for a while. Again San just nodded, his mouth slightly opened at the view.
They sped up and after a short time they finally reached the convenience store.

There weren't a lot of people there, so they quickly rushed through the rows mindlessly throwing some snacks in the shopping basket.
Wooyoung heard how the door of the store opened again but didn't pay much attention to it until he suddenly heard a voice call out.
"San? Choi San?! Is that really you??"
San and Wooyoung quickly turned around just to see a young pretty woman walk up to the both of them with a wide smile.
Wooyoung watched how the olders eyebrows raised in surprise but he didn't say anything not to him or the woman he just stared with wide eyes.
"It's been so long. High school, I think, wasn't it? Do you even remember me?" She asked him.
He still didn't say anything. Wooyoung looked back and forth between the woman and San. When he realised that San didn't even think about saying anything, he hit him softly in the side with his elbow and San quickly found his words again.
"Uh, yeah, yes, I do remember." He spoke. Wooyoung watched the woman now, she had soft features with long black hair and basic but elegant clothes. Since she had started to speak her eyes had been fixated on San and only him.