naked || woosan

04

-ˏˋ i like him ˊˎ

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wooyoung  was still half asleep when he heard the dorm's door latch open.

he grumbled slightly. mingi was always coming home in the early hours of the morning because of his job. wooyoung knew that he tried his best to be quiet, but the giant klutz always ended up dropping his backpack or running into every piece of furniture in the room, so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep.

"hi mingi," wooyoung mumbled into his pillow.

"hey woo."

"yeah, hi mingi," another deeper voice echoed from right next to him.

wooyoung's eyes shot open, memories of last night flooded back to him like a tidal wave.

oh shit.

he could hear mingi tapping the wall to find the light switch, and the room illuminated.

"um?" mingi's face went blank as he took in the scene before him. wooyoung could see him trying to process the situation in his head a confused look befell him. "what the fuck?"

wooyoung's head swivelled around to catch sight of the man sprawled out in bed next to him, his arm loosely drapped over wooyoung's naked waist. san lay there with a stupid lopsided grin, clearly amused by the situation.

just perfect.

"it's not what it looks like?" wooyoung grimaced at his roommate. "san was just-"

"lying naked in your bed?"

there was a surprising most of anger twinging mingi's question. it was definitely awkward to get caught like this, but his roommate was the last person wooyoung expected this kind of judgement from.

mingi's stern gaze shifted to san. "get dressed and get out."

"what the hell mingi, that's rude!" wooyoung shot back at him. wasn't he friends with san? why was he acting so cold? "sorry i didn't tell you he stayed over, but he's my guest and- "

"i don't want him in my room."

"our room," wooyoung corrected. "and you were fine with him coming over when i texted you yesterday..."

"that was supposed to be for painting!"

san awkwardly glanced between the roommates. "alrighty then, i think that's my cue to leave," he turned to wooyoung and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. "thanks for last night."

wooyoung didn't want him to leave. he was hoping they could get breakfast together or something. but mingi looked like he would decapitate the man if he stayed around much longer.

san slid off the bed, still butt ass naked in all of his glory (wooyoung was looking very disrespectfully) and went to find where he had left last night's clothes. mingi folded his arms across his chest as he waited for the man to dress, bird-dogging him all the way out the door.

"i'll speak with you later," mingi grumbled at san before the dark-haired man stepped out of their dorm room.

"okay?"

the door slammed shut behind him.

"so um-" wooyoung stared at his roommate in disbelief. "care to explain what all that was about?"

"wooyoung, are you stupid?"

"usually, yeah."

"it's not funny," the tall man shook his head in frustration. "why would you sleep with him?"

"i don't know..." wooyoung could think of many reasons, not least of which including san's very long personality. but also, despite not knowing the man for more than a day, he felt comfortable with san. he got all giddy and excited just thinking about him.

"i like him mingi."

"no. you. do. not."

wooyoung frowned. "you're being ridiculous. what's your problem?"

"wooyoung listen," mingi sighed, sitting down on his own bed. "you're going to get your heart broken. casual sex isn't for you."

"why not?"

"because you're- well you were a virgin!"

"no i wasn't!"

"i'm definitely not counting that time you almost gave that guy a handjob after your senior prom but he came in his pants before you could even touch him."

wooyoung snorted back a laugh. poor jongho was so embarrassed.

"look, i see you reading those cheesy romance novels and crying every time you rewatch 'call me by your name'," mingi explained. "san isn't like the guys in those movies though. he doesn't do feelings. he doesn't do relationships. he won't text you cute good mornings or take you out on dates. san famously never even speaks to his conquests after he's done with them."

wooyoung's stomach sank. san wasn't like that... right? he hated the way mingi made it sound. like san had just used him.

"why do you have to think the worst of people?"

"why do you have to be so naïve?! did you have some kind of date set up that i don't know about? did he even say he would call or text you again?"

"how could he?! you chased him out of the goddamn room!" wooyoung was fuming. "anyways wasn't it you who suggested he come over here anyways? and you literally told him i was doing a nude painting!"

"that was supposed to be a joke! i didn't think you'd actually sleep with him!"

"well i did," he huffed. "and honestly, it's none of your business!"

"fine then, don't come crying to me when you get your heart broken."

"you're the worst," wooyoung threw the covers over his head, bringing an end to their argument. asshole, he thought to himself. he's just jealous that i have someone i like and he's single.

the sheets still carried the scent of san's shampoo as wooyoung curled back up into them.

mingi'sall wrong. wooyoungreassured himself. he's going to text me.

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