naked || woosan

21

-ˏˋ merry christmas ˊˎ

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he's beautiful.

san freely admired the boy snuggled up with him on the couch, still fast asleep. his soft cheek squished up against the couch pillow. full lips letting out slight, even breaths. the small mole that decorated the skin just beneath his eye. all the tiny details of wooyoung. his wooyoung.

the best christmas present san could've ever imagined was just to be next to him.

a strange clanking noise from the kitchen startled him. san frowned, and very carefully untangled his limbs from wooyoung's to slide off the couch, then made his way towards the noise. he glanced into the kitchen where his kid sister was pulling all kinds of pots and pans out of the cupboards.

"yuna, what the hell are you doing?"

"merry christmas loser, i'm making waffles!" she yelled before san immediately shushed her, motioning to the sleeping wooyoung in the room over.

"ha right, oops. too loud."

san joined her, staring at the spread she had laid out on the countertop. "can you even make waffles?"

"obviously. i mean, how hard could it really be?" she shrugged. "wooyoung made all the food yesterday and you were no help at all, so i decided to make breakfast!"

"i feel like you definitely need supervision," he sat down just in time to watch his sister spill all purpose flour across the counter.

"well i feel like i don't," she cracked two eggs into a bowl, getting some shell pieces in as she did. "soooo..."

"so what?"

"how was last night with your friend?" she asked in an implying tone.

san rolled his eyes and brushed off the comment. "shut up."

"oh c'mon, he's clearly not just a friend. you two were making heart eyes at each other all day yesterday," yuna told him as she began mixing the waffle batter and splattering it all over the place. "and you never told me you were an ell gee bee tee!"

he shrugged. "it never came up. i only dated girls in high school so that dad wouldn't find out... but yeah, i've always liked guys as well."

"huh nifty."

"don't tell dad about wooyoung though yun, he'd be completely pissed. he might... well i don't know. he just always finds a way to get what he wants and i don't want wooyoung to get caught in the crossfire." san closed his eyes. he didn't want his worries ruin his good mood. "i love him yun and i won't be able to stand it if he gets hurt because of me."

"okay romeo chill out. we get it – you have a big fat stinkin' crush on him." yuna snorted and poured the somehow both chunky and overly-thin batter into the waffle iron. "why the hell would i tell mr. rat ass about your boyfriend anyways? not like i tell him anything about me either."

san laughed. "are we calling dad mr. rat ass now?"

"it's very fitting, wouldn't you say?"

"i would say." he watched as the waffle iron began emitting a tiny bit of smoke, but thought it was probably just part of the process.

despite their best attempts at lessen their speaking volumes, the choi siblings were in fact very loud, and wooyoung woke up from the commotion in the kitchen. the very sleepy man waddled slowly into the room, hair a complete mess and eyes only halfway open, over to where san was sitting. he hugged the older from behind, wrapping his arms around san's waist and resting his head against his back.

"morning..." he mumbled, the sound barely audible.

"morning baby," san beamed down at him, spinning around and giving him a gentle peck on the forehead. "merry christmas."

"mhm...christmas," wooyoung repeated in an almost inaudible voice.

"you're so cute," san cooed. the younger was really not a morning person, but it only made him all the more endearing to san. "have a seat, i'll make you coffee."

wooyoung nodded slowly and sat while san went to turn on the coffee maker.

"aww you two love each other. that's so gross," yuna giggled at the couple.

wooyoung leaned his elbows on the counter. a sudden look of confusion passed over his face as he sniffed the air.

"is something... burning?"

yuna gasped. "oh my god the waffles!"

she rushed over to the waffle iron (which was now spewing out a substantial amount of smoke) and removed a waffle-shaped piece of charcoal from the appliance.

"ahaha oopsie."

"hm delicious," san joked. "michelin star cuisine."

"shut up, it's not like you could do any better!" she shot back at him. "i'm injured! you can't make fun of an injured person!"

"i'm making fun of that waffle, not you kid," san corrected her, and brought wooyoung a big mug of coffee. he sat down next to him at the counter and gave the sleepy man's knee a squeeze. "careful baby, it's hot."

"no u," wooyoung giggled quietly at his own joke and took a small sip of the piping hot liquid, trying his best not to spill any when san planted a kiss on his plump cheek.

"ew you nasties. get a fucking room." yuna rolled her eyes.

wooyoung flushed but san couldn't be bothered to care what his sister thought. he flipped her the middle finger which she graciously returned to him.

"um if you want, maybe i could make the waffles?" wooyoung offered.

"no." san immediately refused. "you did enough work yesterday. today is for relaxing only."

"but-"

"no buts." san said in an authoritative tone. "we'll just order food or i'll make something easier."

"okay," wooyoung finally gave in.

san smiled wide enough for his dimples to show and snaked an arm around wooyoung's waist as the smaller man sipped at his coffee once again. the mug looked so oversized in his tiny hands and san found it completely adorable. he liked being able to take care of the younger. to baby him a little bit. not that wooyoung couldn't do things himself (he'd been doing that his entire life), but san didn't want him to have to anymore.

his happy thoughts were interrupted by the loud buzz of the doorbell.

"i'll get it," san announced slowly. strange, he frowned. who comes to visit unannounced on christmas day? maybe someone's lost? he made his way out of the kitchen and to the apartment's front door.

"hel-" what the hell?

san stopped halfway through the greeting.

two huge, thumb-like men in dark blue police uniforms filled the doorframe. one was bald and resembled a dollar store version of vin diesel, the other looked like he should probably already be retired.

the younger officer narrowed his eyes at him, hand threateningly placed near his holster. "are you choi san?"

"uh yeah? why?"

the man unhooked a pair of handcuffs from his utility belt.

"you're under arrest."

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