LOST AND FOUND, woosan

09 : celebrating

"san!"

although a startling shiver racks through him, san's head swivels delightedly toward the sound of wooyoung's voice. he's nothing less than exuberant to hear it, especially on a day like this — especially when he has such exciting news for wooyoung!

san doesn't comprehend the command which echoes through his head until he's decided upon himself to leap from his spot before his locker and sprint over to the male. he reckons it only would've taken wooyoung a measly seven-ish seconds to reach him from where he made his calling, yet even that seems burdensome to san when he's this pleased to see him, adrenaline coursing through his insides.

once he's reached wooyoung, san has to exhale a long breath. it hinders his greeting slightly. "wooyoun—"

just slightly. because wooyoung interrupts him, arms swiftly engulfing his startled frame. the warmth almost knocks san off his feet.

"happy birthday, sannie," wooyoung murmurs, full— no, overflowing with so much sincerity that san forgets momentarily why exactly he's saying that. rather, all he focuses on for the first three, perhaps more, seconds is how genuinely fulfilled wooyoung sounds. until, wooyoung leans back, unveiling the wide and unmistakably contented grin adorning his lips. it's then san apprehends his words.

he blinks his eyes at wooyoung, baffled beyond coherency. "wha— what?"

"i said happy birthday." it's breathtaking, san thinks, the way wooyoung's eyes crinkle as he breathes out a chuckle. "can't be that difficult to fathom, can it?"

"i just— i—" as obnoxious as it sounds, san feels his neck start to sweat as he mumbles, "i didn't really expect you to know."

"reasonable. 'cause, well." wooyoung scratches his neck sheepishly, and smiles. "i maybe took a glimpse inside your planner a few weeks back and found out."

"oh."

wooyoung's cheeks have gone pink. a baby pink, like the colour of tulips. "yeah. i was... curious, and felt you weren't the kind of person who would boast about it."

gaze on the floor, san just shrugs. "i just... don't see a point."

"then, try to. your existence deserves to be celebrated, san."

when san seizes the bravery to return to wooyoung's gaze, his eyes become warm at the tender look he finds swirling within them. at the speed of lightning, san rubs at his tears with his fist. "okay," he whispers, watching as wooyoung gently takes his fingers. "i can try."

"good." wooyoung beams. it's the only thing san sees within the rabble of students hurrying to get home. "now, c'mon. i have something for you."

speechless, san's lips fall open as wooyoung tugs him along. somehow, wooyoung fails to notice the humiliating sight, or he simply pretends not to see it. san is satisfied either way. the most he expects is for wooyoung to take him to the spot in the library they've collectively, but unspeakingly, claimed as their own — it just seems to be the most rational place that could be awaiting him. the last thing san foresees, even in this unfamiliar case of celebrating, is for wooyoung to turn to the double glass doors and join the trail of teens out of the school gates.

"uh— wooyoung—"

"we're heading to my place," wooyoung announces softly, as if he can see right through the confusion scrambling san's face. he laces their fingers, and swings them once. "is that alright?"