naked || woosan

18

-ˏˋ i'm in charge of keeping you safe ˊˎ

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on the morning of christmas eve, san picked wooyoung up at his dorm early.

it had snowed a little bit the night before, draping a thin blanket of fluffy white snow across the city, and people had decorated their window frames with pretty twinkling lights. the whole ambience was enchanting. it made wooyoung feel as though he was five years old again.

he couldn't help being so giddy. he'd never had an actual christmas before... at least not one like he saw in the movies. all of the government funding that was allocated to the orphanage went straight to the essentials (food, clothes, etc.), which meant that they didn't have enough money left to do anything special for the holidays. and foster parents never cared or paid enough attention to him to include wooyoung in their celebrations.

but this year was finally different.

wooyoung sat in the passenger seat of san's tesla, wiggling his toes inside of his heavy leather boots. his wardrobe didn't contain anything festive, but wooyoung did have a red turtleneck which he decided was as close as he would get.

"you're happy," san noted. his eyes remained on the road but wooyoung could see the dimple on his cheek deepen. a gorgeous little dimple that wooyoung had to consciously stop himself from reaching over to poke.

wooyoung pressed his nose up to the car window instead, watching the snowy surroundings they passed by. "it's so pretty!"

"it is," san agreed, though he wasn't really referring to the snow.

he pulled the car into a grocery store parking lot and turned off the engine. "okay, so i'm thinking we make the biggest christmas dinner ever made."

wooyoung lowered his brow. "but there's only three of us-"

"you don't know my sister, she'll eat an entire turkey by herself," san laughed from his chest.

the two men spent the entire morning shopping for the most extravagant christmas dinner that they could afford. an ostrich-sized turkey wooyoung wasn't sure would even fit in a standard oven, an enormous bag of potatoes, gravy, cranberries, stuffing and even some vegetables which wooyoung insisted upon, despite san's whining of 'vegetables are nasty' while he pushed the shopping cart. afterwards they drove to a local bakery to pick up some breads, and san let the younger pick out his favourite cake from the display for dessert.

it was afternoon by the time they had dragged the mountain of food to san's apartment complex and up the twenty flights of stairs to his enormous white marble kitchen.

and then there was the issue of cooking it all.

san, wooyoung and yuna all stood side-by-side staring at it all piled up on the counter in silence.

"you two are idiots." san's sister snorted, arms folded in front of her.

"i didn't really think this far ahead..." san admitted sheepishly, trying to read the turkey's packaging for any sign of instructions. "we just... put it in the oven, right?"

"how am i supposed to know?" yuna shot back at him. "the chef usually makes everything at home. you're the one who lives alone, don't you cook?"

san shrugged. "i can make instant ramen and poptarts?"

"damn, that's just sad," she jabbed the giant bird with her finger. "how the hell are we going to eat this thing then?"

wooyoung glanced at them both and finally took a tiny step forward. "...i can kinda cook."

both choi siblings turned to stare at him.

"you can?" san asked, tilting his head to the side.

"y-yeah," wooyoung nodded. "i had to cook for my foster families a lot when i was i was growing up so i got pretty good i think... i mean, i've made some turkeys before." of course, wooyoung had never been allowed to taste the food he made, instead given cheap scraps of what no one else wanted, but the food got good enough reviews from the families that he was fairly confident in his skills.

"yay, we don't have to eat raw turkey! christmas is saved!" yuna exclaimed, yeeting an apron at the lilac-haired man. "i thought you were kinda lame at first, but you're actually pretty cool purple man!"

"yun-" san narrowed his eyes at her.

"what? i was complimenting him! you're so mean to me. you can't be mean to someone who's injured!" yuna waved her cast arm at her brother. "i'm going to go make the gingerbread house, but instead of a house, i'm making a 1:1 gingerbread replica of my face."

she snatched the gingerbread house kit off the counter, did a 360 spin then skipped out of the kitchen.

"you're sister is terrifying."

"she's all talk," san laughed. "once you get to know her, she's actually just a marshmallow."

"a very scary marshmallow..." wooyoung pouted, pulling the apron over his head but fumbling with the strings to tie it at his waist.

"you only think that because you're a marshmallow too," san grinned down at him with adoring eyes, before leaning in towards him. wooyoung's breath hitched as san's arms came around his waist as he tied the apron strings in a tight little bow behind him. the man's hands lingered on the small of his waist, a soft pressure that brought goosebumps to his skin.

wooyoung blushed, diverting his eyes from the taller man's intense dark irises. "thanks," he mumbled softly.

san didn't even realize he was staring. the apron had sinched in around wooyoung's tiny waist, highlighting his hourglass figure that had previously been concealed underneath his chunky turtleneck. he desperately wanted to pull the small man right up onto the countertop and absolutely fucking ruin him. to once again hear those beautiful little moans he made-

san took a deep breath and silently cursed any gods that may exist.

"do you want to be my sous chef?" wooyoung asked eagerly, completely unaware of the scandalous thoughts rushing through he other man's head. "the turkey's going to take forever to cook since it's so big. we should start now."

"uh, sure... yeah," he murmured, watching wooyoung go on his tippy toes to try to reach the roasting pan in an upper cabinet. he snapped out of his daze just in time to catch wooyoung when the lilac-haired man began to loose his balance. "careful wooyoungie, you'll hurt yourself. let me get it."

"i can reach!" wooyoung whined as san took down the roasting pan for him.

"of course you can," san chuckled and patted his hair gently. "but as your sous chef, i'm in charge of keeping you safe."

"you are?"

"yes." san put firmly. "now what's our first step?"

"well..." wooyoung pursed his lips together. "we should preheat the oven and then season the turkey."

san smiled.

"yes chef."

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