naked || woosan

03

-ˏˋ can i kiss you ˊˎ

𓆩♡𓆪

san was horrible at sitting still.

every time wooyoung made a couple brush strokes on his canvas, san had moved a hand or pushed back his jet black hair into a new orientation.

"you moved again!"

"oh oops," the taller man gave an unconvincing apologetic smile and moved his hand closer to the original pose. "like this?"

"no, a bit higher...but more left...no my left." wooyoung sighed and put down his palette. it was like san was doing it on purpose to annoy him.

wooyoung got up to fix san's pose for what seemed like the hundredth time in the few hours he had been working. at least the painting was going better than usual. it was actually looking half decent, despite the fact that wooyoung was constantly distracted by his model who was intent on making as many flirty jokes as possible.

wooyoung took a deep breath. this would be so much easier if he wasn't so hot.

"can you bend your arm a little more?" wooyoung asked quietly, gently using his fingertips to guide the rock-hard forearm back into position. he swallowed the saliva in his throat as his mind wandered to how strong san was – if the man could even pick him up. maybe pin him up against the wall as he-

"like this?" san interrupted his thoughts, glancing up expectantly from the chair with his coquettish gaze.

"oh, um... yea," wooyoung mentally chided himself for letting the dirty thoughts slip into his brain, but his fingers remained on his model's forearm.

san's mouth twitched upwards and he leaned his head back – purposefully flopping his hair out of place.

"damn it san," wooyoung shook his head in disbelief. "we're going to be here all night if you keep messing with your hair like this."

"oops," he grinned. "fix it for me?"

wooyoung tentatively leaned down a little further, hyperaware of how close he was to the dark haired man. a light fresh scent swam through the air around san – either cologne or maybe just shampoo. wooyoung's hands came up and ran through the long dark locks, trying to keep his composure as he fixed the hair back into position.

"your hair's so soft..."

wooyoung's eyes suddenly bulged out of his head. oh lord did i actually just say that out loud? he quickly pulled his fingers away from the San's raven hair, his eyes darting down to his sock feet.

san's gaze, on the other hand, was zeroed-in on him. A cheeky grin spread across the his face. 

there wasn't an ounce of insecurity in his voice when he said,

 "wooyoung are you trying to flirt with me?"

wooyoung struggled for his words. "i- um...maybe?"

"maybe?" san repeated, one eyebrow raised.

"yes..."

"hm i thought so." his tone lowered in a way that made wooyoung's heartbeat jump. "you know, mingi never told me he had such a cute roommate. i'm surprised the two of you aren't together."

"we... we're just friends."

"hm, i guess you aren't really his type. he's more into the super tall guys-"

wooyoung gasped when he felt the soft outline of san's hand come to rest on the smallest part of his waist.

"you are my type though."