naked || woosan

02

-ˏˋ why are you taking off your clothes ˊˎ

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wooyoung had forgotten that in order to make friends, you actually have to talk to people.

he had been texting with san for a couple of days to set up a time that worked for them both. in the end, san said he would come to their dorm on friday afternoon. it worked well since mingi was working a bachelorette party that day, so he wouldn't be there.

but once the day arrived, wooyoung began to get nervous. he would have to interact with another human being... who he didn't know... for five whole hours. a horrifying prospect for wooyoung's socially awkward ass.

he had been nervously adjusting and readjusting his easel and paints when he heard a knock at the dorm's door.

oh lordy, here goes nothing.

wooyoung walked over, opened the door and his brain immediately went blank. whoa. the artist had assumed that san would be attractive. he was a stripper after all. but standing before him was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.

dark, sharp eyes and chiseled bone structure cut through wooyoung's attempt at professionalism. san's built frame was covered by a loose black t-shirt, tucked into a pair of simple fitted jeans. in one hand, he carried a tray with two coffee cups and the other was stuffed casually into his pocket. wooyoung's lost the ability to think and ended up gawking at his model like an idiot.

the man shot him a strange look. "um... hey."

stop staring dumbass. wooyoung winced, shaking away the dazed expression on his face.

"hi. sorry, you can come in."

"cool," san stepped in next to him. he wasn't as tall as mingi, but he certainly had a couple of inches on wooyoung (although most guys did). san handed him one of the cups from his tray. "here, i brought you coffee."

"oh! you didn't have to do that, i'm already so thankful that you're helping me!" wooyoung protested.

"it's no problem, i owed mingi big time." he explained. "i figured if we're here for a while, we might need some caffeine. take the coffee wooyoung."

"ah... okay then," wooyoung conceded, smiling up at the thoughtful man. "thanks."

wooyoung took a deep breath and sipped the hot coffee, very aware of how san was looking around his room. he should've taken down his bts poster – san was probably judging him big time for it.

"so are you some kind of michelangelo or something?"

"no, i'm actually a really bad painter." it was true. wooyoung could barely grasp the basic technical skills and he was in his third year already.

"ah come on, i doubt it. i bet your paintings will go for millions one day." san winked. "especially a painting of me."

"well...um, maybe." wooyoung's cheeks reddened. "should we get started?"

"alright, where do you want me?"

on top of me? wooyoung thought to himself. no! you pervert, stop it! just be normal.

"maybe over by the window? the lighting is good there."

"sure thing."

wooyoung turned around and began to add oil paints to his palette. when he finished getting set up, he glanced back around and san was shirtless.

"oh my god-" wooyoung's mouth fell open. the man's tanned abs and shoulders looked as though they had been sculpted by the gods. or maybe san was the god. a v-line pointed down past the waistband of his jeans, where his hands were beginning to undo the zipper.

wooyoung panicked and slapped his hands over his eyes. "stop s-stop! what are you doing?! oh my god!"

"huh?"

"why are you taking off your clothes!?"

"i- "

wooyoung peeked through his fingers long enough to recognize the confused look on san's face.

"aren't i supposed to be naked?"

"what? no!" wooyoung shook his head aggressively. "clothes... please wear clothes!"

"alright- " san shrugged and reached for the shirt he had previously discarded. "that's weird though, mingi said you were doing a nude painting."

"mingi said what?"

"you aren't – " san paused as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, then he started to laugh uncontrollably. "wooyoung, i think mingi might've played a prank on both of us."

it took him a moment to realize what mingi had done, but once he did, wooyoung was pissed. that rat bastard. wooyoung pressed his lips together. mingi knew exactly how easily his best friend gay panicked – and apparently decided it would be funny to set him up.

"i'm going to kill him."

"i'll help you hide the body," san laughed, flashing his pearly white teeth. "it's a little funny though."

"no it's not." wooyoung pouted, embarrassment bringing a bright blush to his cheeks. he couldn't get the shirtless image of san out of his head. all toned and muscular. god he was sexy... why did he have to be so sexy?

"you're all flustered."

"i am not!" wooyoung attempted to protest.

san smirked at him from across the room, clearly satisfied with his effect on the other. "it's alright, it's cute."

wooyoung turned away and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep his blush to a minimum. mingi would be receiving a very strongly worded text message about this.

"um, maybe we should start," he tried to change the subject.

"sure, clothes on this time," san chuckled, sitting down in the arm chair by the window.

great, so now he's enjoying my suffering.

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