I love you but you're an idiot

Bet part 2

It had been pure torture. And the word "torture" wasn't even enough to express San's distress, he was starving, he was dying, he was rolling on the floor and felt like throwing up (probably because he rolled too much but let the man be dramatic). He was clutching his heart as if he was having a heart attack, all of this under the eyes of Yunho and Yeosang who were mischievously grinning.

"San, get yourself together, it's only been an hour..."

Yeosang said, rolling his eyes but not hiding the smile that made his way on his lips. He knew San was being overdramatic but he also knew how cute it was. It reminded him of that one time Jongho had taken a 6 hours bus to visit him on a holiday just because Yeosang had forgotten to bring his comfort shirt with him. It was probably just an excuse to see him but it made Yeosang's heart flutter. Two months after Jongho confessed that he was in fact deeply in love with him and they started their relationship. They weren't the most affectionate couple out there, they wouldn't jump on each other at every possible second like Yunho and Mingi, they wouldn't call each other with sweet names and cuddle once in a while like Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and they would definitely never roll on the floor on the verge of tears because they hadn't kissed each other for an hour like a certain someone... They were, cozier, they would just relax in the comfort of knowing that the other one is nearby, close, and safe. They were happy hanging out with each other and playing around, no need to be all lovey dovey. People often mistook it for friendship, but it wasn't. They were friends, of course, but there was also much more than just this. They loved each other in a way people had trouble understanding, and it was okay, because they both understood, and it was enough. And he loved the fact that Jongho would never roll on the floor whining like a baby like San was currently doing.

"One hour is already hell! I've never lasted so long without Wooyoung being in my arms!"

San said as he clutched his heart harder.

"You've lasted so much more when we had practice or even when Wooyoung had a photoshoot at the other end of the city."

Yunho said as his evil smirk grew wider.

"But never with Wooyoung literally in the same room!"

San whined louder as he tried his best not to look at Wooyoung who was sitting on the bed beside which he was rolling.

"Well, I tried to make myself as small as possible as to not disturb you..."

Wooyoung said weakly. He was also struggling a lot, and not just because San was close, but also because he had put on a cherry chapstick, his favorite one. I mean, cherry chapstick tastes like heaven on San's lips, and they are so close...

"Can you not open your mouth please? It makes me want to look at it and it makes me want to kiss it, and then boom, you end up having a sleep over with those two idiots and I'm cuddle deprived for a whole night!"

San says as he closes his eyes shut.

"Wooyoung, do you even want to have a sleep over with them?"

Mingi asked from his place under Yunho.

"Well, I mean, I guess I wouldn't exactly care... I love having sleepovers with Yunho and Yeosang, and I also love cuddling with San, I guess if I can't cuddle him for the night I would cuddle him the whole next day..."

Wooyoung said as he was already thinking about San's loss.

"The bet is still on! I haven't lost yet!"

San whined rolling some more on the floor.

Time passed, Wooyoung tried to keep his mouth shut and San tried not to think too much about kissing him. Seonghwa passed by to tell everyone dinner was ready, they got lectured by Hongjoong for coming up with such a stupid bet because he knew it meant Wooyoung and San would be exhausted on the next day, then he congratulated them for coming up for once with a quiet and non-aggressive game. They ate silently, San got scolded for staring at Wooyoung's lips as the younger was gobbling shrimps and... well, let's just say San moaned out loud. But don't blame him, at that point it had already been 2 hours and 48 mins. Now, they had finished eating and San and Wooyoung were awkwardly looking at each other in front of San's bed, obviously not knowing what to do.

"Should we sleep in the same bed or..."

Wooyoung asked, looking at his feet. San was also looking at Wooyoung's feet as they were incredibly cute in their cute Hello Kitty socks.

"I don't know, I wanna cuddle you but the temptation might be too strong..."

San said as he kept his gaze fixed on Wooyoung's socks, trying to avoid looking at his face and this very opulent and sexy mouth... Fuck...

"I should probably sleep in my own bed then... We could still hold hand..."

Wooyoung offered as he started moving to his bed to move things away.

"No!"

San yelled, holding his hand to stop him from doing so.

"I'm doing all of this to avoid missing a cuddle session with you, I'm not gonna loose one now!"

San stated firmly, finally feeling like he could talk again. This quickly went to drain as his eyes fell on Wooyoung's cheek mole, and immediately reminded him of the one on his lip and... fuck... he looked. And Wooyoung's lips were so plump and it had been exactly 4 hours and 2 mins, and San was tired and he needed comfort, he needed Wooyoung, he needed the feeling of Wooyoung's lips on his own because it brought him the safety to know Wooyoung was there, and his, and they shared the same feelings. But he had been deprived from this for 4 hours and 2 mins and 45 seconds now. And San couldn't handle it anymore. Everything reminded him of Wooyoung's lips. The puffy couch, the bottle of water beside his bed, every single mole he could see, even his own mouth reminded him of Wooyoung's and of how lonely it was right now. So, yes, San loved Wooyoung, and he wouldn't trade a good night's sleep with Wooyoung for anything in the world, except maybe a kiss right now. And San was weak, and San was only human and Wooyoung was so sexy, and... fuck, did he just lick his lips now? Was this man trying to end him? Couldn't he have mercy, San was already on the verge of begging and this man, the love of his life dared to lick his lips? Satan himself wouldn't dare do something like this! And- oh...

Without knowing how, San found Wooyoung's lips on his own, devouring him alive. And all the terrible and cruel thoughts that haunted him vanished. Soon enough, he found himself enjoying it and he couldn't even remember anything about the bet or Wooyoung having a sleepover, or even about loosing this stupid bet. San just felt an extreme wave of happiness engulfing him and drowning him, and this was the happiest death ever.

After they had to separate, because their mouths were running dry, San glued his forehead to Wooyoung's and looked at his cute Hello Kitty socks.

"Why the heck would you just kiss me out of nowhere? You made me loose this stupid bet..."

San said, not even trying to sound mad, he wasn't and would never be mad at Wooyoung, not when his lips tasted that good.

"I don't know how you went on for so long, I was already dying inside at the exact moment the bet started. I fought against myself for so long... I swear, if I hadn't kissed you now, I would have had a mental breakdown on the spot. I needed this so bad, I felt like I was malfunctioning, like I wasn't really home. I needed to know you felt the same way I do... I'm sorry..."

Wooyoung whispered, the tiredness of the whole day finally crushing him.

"Don't be sorry. I feel like I fell in love with you all over again."

San said in a smile, already coming closer to glue his lips to Wooyoung's. That was until Yunho and Yeosang slid from under his bed with proud and evil smiles.

"And that my dear friend is how you win a bet..."

A/N I hope you liked it! It feels so good to be back after such a long time!

See you tomorrow

Love <3