Woosan - THE cuddle (oneshot? maybe)

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Wooyoung was annoyed. 

They'd been shooting the same scene for hours now and it seemed like Hongjoong still wasn't satisfied.

"How about we take that one mo-"

"No"

San's wide eyes turn towards him. As well as Joong's raised eyebrow.

"Sorry?"

Wooyoung just shrugs before turning on to his side and shaking his head.

"Wooyou-"

San's concerned voice just annoyed him. He pretends to ignore Joong's fake on-screen voice as he lies facing the wall with his back to San.

Wooyoung's pov:

This is ridiculous. 

I get that he might be a bit stressed out when it comes to making the perfect content for our fans but. What the fuck is this.

Me and San have been lying in bed for nearly 40 minutes now doing the exact same thing so Hong-perfect-Joong can get his shot right.

I roll on to my back as I hear his cheerful voice pipe through the door.

"Atiny!! I'm so happy that we get to-"

Blah blah blah blah blah blah.

The spiders on the ceiling look more interesting than my life right now.

'Wooyoung do that' 

'San, go stand next to him' 

'Wooyoung step closer to San' 

'San go hug Wooyoung. No. not like that. Put your hand around his waist. Ah that's right.'

"Pft" I scoff at the ridiculousness of our situation. San's curious eyes are already on me when I turn to face him. He smiles when my eyes meet his.

"What's up with you today?" I roll my eyes at him before sighing. Hongjoong's still spitting out a bright webs of lies. I bring my focus back to San.

San looks hot today. In a totally platonic way, of course.

I wince at the memory of Joong calling us 'weird' when an instance of us being a bit too close was brought to discussion. 

I guess I can thank Yeo for that

I let my eyes travel down San's perfect nose before feeling his arm reach towards me, over the pillow he's been hugging the whole entire time. 

"Wooyoung?"

His eyes hold a sliver of curiosity and I find myself noticing the light brown specs dotting them for the first time.

"You have brown holes in your eyes" I blurt out before I can even think. My face heats up as he stares at me in confusion.

"Wha-"

"Those things-little dots--in your um. eyes" I internally cringe at my own words as I speak them. 

What the HELL was that Wooyoung?? 

I try to meet his eyes but feel the necessity to stare at the wall behind him.

So I do.

I feel my fingers drum a soft tune on the mattress we share as I attempt to swallow the weird sensation in my stomach. San's hesitant voice forces me to meet his eyes again.

"Do you..are you talking about the brown spots..?"

"Yeah. The brown things in your eyes. They're pretty" San's eyes widen for a moment before crinkling around the corners as he grins at me with a playful shove to my stomach.