naked || woosan

08

-ˏˋ why aren't i wearing pants ˊˎ

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when wooyoung woke up, he was convinced that someone had jammed a hundred tiny knives into his brain.

ow. what the heck?

the man groaned and rolled over in his bed, pulling the blanket over his head to keep out the morning light. only he slowly realized that the blanket wasn't his... and neither was the bed... and neither were his clothes?

wooyoung froze in a panic.

the heavy blankets definitely weren't familiar to him and neither was the oversized black t-shirt which was the only thing covering his body. where the hell am i? wooyoung's heart pounded in his chest as he slowly peeked out from under the covers.

sun streamed through enormous, wall-sized windows that stretch up to the high ceiling, filling the massive room with clean morning light. the king bed he lay in had a navy blue duvet which stood out from the room's otherwise neutral colouring. even the grand piano, enormous bookshelf, and desk set-up with multiple computers did nothing to fill the size of the room.

holy crap, am i dead? this has to be heaven. then wooyoung reconsidered. wait- no, definitely not. i'm gay after all.

he tried his best to remember what had happened the night before. going to that party with mingi. the drinking with hongjoong. and then... then there was san.

he had gone to the party in order to forget the man, but it was like he appeared out of nowhere. in seonghwa's kitchen, wooyoung got a perfect look at san pressed up against some random guy, their arms wrapped around each other. the same arms that had wrapped around him just days earlier. he had suddenly felt extremely sick and rushed out of the room.

after that... well, everything was a bit fuzzy. the alcohol had taken away some of his memories and left him with only a terrible hangover in return.

his heartbeat leaped as he heard a door squeak open and his head shot around to the source of the noise.

"mornin'" san's dimpled smile greeted him, the man walking in with holding a glass of water in his hand. he looked gorgeous in the morning sun, a pair of gray sweatpants hanging on his hips and baggy t-shirt covering his muscular frame.

oh my god. wooyoung started to panic. is this... san's room? am i wearing his shirt?? did we...

"how do you feel?" san put down the glass of water on the side table next to the bed and came to sit on the edge of the bed. wooyoung pulled his legs up to his chest, still making sure he was covered by the blanket.

"where-" his throat hurt when he spoke. "where am i?"

"this is my apartment," he replied. "you don't remember?"

"no?" wooyoung bit the inside of his cheek and diverted his eyes. "did we um... you know... do something?"

"you mean, did we have sex?" san asked with a chuckle. wooyoung blushed and nodded quickly. "of course not, you were completely wasted."

"oh..." wooyoung's embarrassment deepened.

"honestly, you really shouldn't drink," san told him in a stern voice.

okay whatever dad. wooyoung pouted. "i only had two beers... no wait, maybe four... or five?"

"my point exactly."

wooyoung frowned. "um san..."

"yes?"

"why aren't i wearing pants?"

san chuckled softly, his eyes forming into little half-moons as he did. "you really don't remember anything, do you?"

"not really..."

"well, you were really drunk and upset when i found you at the party. you were looking for mingi but that big bitch decided to disappear to god knows where so i offered to drive you home," san explained. "you got to the car and immediately passed out in the backseat. i couldn't reach mingi at all so i just brought you back here instead. oh, but uh... you sort of woke up when i was carrying you inside and then threw up all over your clothes. so i cleaned you up and gave you one of my shirts to change into."

wooyoung groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"well, thank you for your hospitality. i think i'm going to go end it all now."

"aww wooyoungie," san laughed and reached over to ruffle his hair. "don't do that. we've all been a little too drunk before."

wooyoung wanted to cry. "i'm sorry... i probably ruined you're whole night."

"hey, look at me," san asked, placing his hand on the smaller man's shoulder. wooyoung glanced up, his eyes connecting with the dark-haired man's caring gaze. "you didn't ruin my night. i wasn't really in the party mood and honestly, i wouldn't be able to relax if i didn't know that you were alright. i like taking care of you."

"oh."

it was the only word wooyoung could mange as the butterflies in his stomach suddenly made themselves known. san had never texted or called after their night together and wooyoung could only assume that meant that the man had no feelings for him at all. yet, the look of concern and care that filled his chocolate brown eyes as they sat in bed together told an entirely different story.

"you should drink some water. your head must be killing you." san reached over to the side table, grabbed the glass of water and handed it over to wooyoung. "here."

"thanks," wooyoung took it in his small hands and obediently sipped a tiny bit of water. it immediately soothed his scratchy, parched throat and helped to ease his pounding headache. he let out a small sigh of relief but as he did, a small droplet of water dripped from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin.

wooyoung was about to wipe it off, but before he could, san had leaned towards him – gently brushing the water off with his thumb. wooyoung inhaled quickly, the touch electric against his skin. he instinctively leaned into the touch as san's hand slid up and cupped his cheek. their eyes connected and wooyoung's heart began to race. "san..."

the dark-haired man was slowly leaning in towards him and without thinking, he was doing the same. a shaky breath left san's lips before he gently pressed them down against wooyoung's. wooyoung immediately softened into his touch and moved in sync with his movements - that was the dark-haired man's effect on him. like he was under his spell.

unlike the hot, hungry kisses they'd shared before, this time san was gentle and soft. intimate even. as if the goal wasn't sex but rather just to be there – in the moment – together. to be close to one another. san's hand was caressing the smaller man's cheek and wooyoung felt as though he really had gone to heaven.

but the next second the touch was gone. and so were his lips.

wooyoung's eyes blinked open. "san?"

"sorry." the man had slid away slightly, staring down at his hands in his lap. "i shouldn't have done that."

"...what do you mean?" wooyoung reached out to his arm but san jerked away quickly. what just happened? i thought- wooyoung didn't know what to think anymore. an awkward silence sat between them.

a physical tightening grew in his chest, watching the pained expression that had wiped across san's face. "did i do something wrong?"

"no! no... you didn't do anything wrong." his eyes wouldn't meet wooyoung's as he stood up from the bed and straightened his t-shirt.

"i should drive you home now."

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