do you wanna touch me? | woosan

chapter 21

wooyoung's pov

Wooyoung slowly woke up, his eyes flickering up towards San who was still asleep. He couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through San's hair who was breathing softly against him. Wooyoung thought he might be the luckiest man in the world. As San was slowly waking up too, there it was again - the smile that Wooyoung lived for, complete with dimples and a twinkle behind the eyes.

"Morning, darling.", San mumbled.

"Good morning, Sannie."

San pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's head and felt him smile against his chest. They stayed like that for a few moments, San holding Wooyoung tight and tracing circles on his arms. Wooyoung suddenly remembered the events that occurred last night and buried his face into San's chest as he felt his cheeks getting warmer.

"You weren't that shy last night, baby.", San grinned.

"Last night was last night.", Wooyoung mumbled against San's chest.

san's pov

San laughed at his boyfriend's sudden shyness who was now looking at him. San moved closer to Wooyoung, his hand coming up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing across his skin, dark eyes fluttering down to meet his, moving closer and closer.

They were a breath away from kissing when a loud buzzing trilled across the room.

"...that's my phone.", San said, moving his hand from Wooyoung's cheek.

As soon as he saw the name that was written on the display of his phone, San felt frustrated. His step father was calling him. He told Wooyoung that the call was urgent before he stepped out of the room to finally answer it.

"What do you want?", San went straight to the point.

"That's not a nice way to talk to your father, Choi San.", his father spoke up.

"First of all, you're not my real father. Second of all, get to the point, I'm kind of busy right now.", San didn't want to waste time speaking to this person that had little to no impact in his life.

"Your mother told me that you'll be out of town for a while. San, are you with that faggot again?", his step father was yelling.

"His name is Wooyoung. And yes, I am with him at the moment. If you called to threaten me again, I don't care. I love Wooyoung and I will never stop loving him, no matter what you say, father.", he said, emphasizing the last word.

"You'll see, Choi San. You will regret this!", his father said before hanging up.

And frankly, San didn't care. He was willing to cut off his family if that was the only way he could stay with Wooyoung. He never thought that he would end up loving Wooyoung this much. He never believed in soulmates, but Wooyoung was slowly changing that fact. 

After finishing his phone call, San went back to the room where Wooyoung was. He seemed like he was playing a game on his phone but when he saw San enter the room, he immediately placed his phone on the bed side table and turned all of the attention to his boyfriend. 

"Ready for round two?", Wooyoung said biting his lower lip and looking at San from his lips all the way to his crotch.

"Slow down, lover boy. Breakfast would be nice actually.", San laughed at his boyfriend's cute attempt of seducing him and Wooyoung pouted. 

One thing he never knew about Wooyoung was that he was an amazing cook. As he was sitting patiently at the dining table like Wooyoung told him to, he could sense the smell of pajeon all the way from the kitchen. He decided to peek into the kitchen to watch his boyfriend cook but unfortunately, he was caught right away.

"Hey, hey, hey. Didn't I tell you to wait at the table?", Wooyoung was protesting.

"I couldn't, I sensed that there's something really delicious here."

"Other than you.", San added flirtatiously.

"Oh, please, you still don't know that.", Wooyoung said before flipping the pancake.

"Can I have a taste?", San suddenly wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist from behind, pulling him closer to him.

"Nope, you rejected me earlier. I reject you now.", he was sulking.

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San and Wooyoung were back to campus after their little weekend trip in Wooyoung's hometown. Wooyoung wanted to go to Yeosang's dorm room first, to give him back the hoodie that he found back at his place and that Yeosang borrowed to him years ago. San decided to follow him, since they both had classes at five in the afternoon and it was only around twelve.

Out of habit, Wooyoung immediately pulled the door knob of Yeosang's room without even knocking. The sight that was in front of them, shocked them to the point that their mouths were wide open and Wooyoung dropped the hoodie that he was previously going to return to Yeosang. But Yeosang wasn't alone. Sitting comfortably in his lap was Ryujin, her pulling his hair while letting out soft moans while Yeosang was kissing and sucking on her neck. Wooyoung cleared his throat suddenly, which alarmed both of them and Ryujin immediately separated from Yeosang's lap.

"Now I understand how Yunho feels.", San said.

"Same, same.", Wooyoung added.

"I-I can explain!", Yeosang tried to defend himself.

"What is there to explain really? Now tell me, how long has this been going on? Didn't the two of you hate each other?", Wooyoung asked pointing at Yeosang and Ryujin. 

"It's been...a while. And no, not really.", Ryujin answered.

"Well, I just wanted to return this hoodie to Yeosang.", Wooyoung said picking up the hoodie that was laying on the floor.

"The two of you can continue whatever you've been doing. Nice job, bro.", Wooyoung placed the hoodie on Yeosang's bed and winked at him, making Yeosang slightly hit him on the shoulder before San and Wooyoung left the two of them alone.

seonghwa's pov

Maybe inviting Hongjoong over to his house to study, wasn't the greatest idea after all, Seonghwa thought to himself. But they were still there, making out on Seonghwa's bed who was praying to God that his parents don't come home any time soon.

Hongjoong tangled one hand in Seonghwa's hair as he ran the other up and down his broad chest. He lingered on Seonghwa's raised nipple and dragged his tongue from his lips for a moment to wet his middle finger before returning to the sensitive bud in gentle circles. Seonghwa snaps his hips in response, his erection pressing against Hongjoong's thigh.

"Wait, Joongie. What if someone sees us?", Seonghwa gave Hongjoong a concerned look after separating their lips for a slight moment.

"Don't worry, baby. Just make sure to be quiet, okay?", Hongjoong said confidently before going back to Seonghwa's neck, sucking on the skin aggressively, knowing that there will be beautiful marks left later. 

Unfortunately, Hongjoong's confidence and strong belief that no one was going to barge into the room while they were busy doing their thing was highly overrated. 

"Park Seonghwa, what the hell are you doing?!", they heard Seonghwa's father's loud shouting that sent chills down their spines.

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