stalker . woosan

18

"is your mom home? i cant remember the last time i even saw your dad..-" wooyoung spoke as san pulled the keys from his pocket, unlocking the front door before going in.

hearing his words, he froze slightly at the mention of his dad as he took his shoes off, shaking his head.

come up with a lie san.. COME UP WITH A LIE.

"she's working.."

he believes wooyoung took the lie but something wants him to believe that wooyoung knows when he lies. he watched as the blonde took off his shoes after him, looking around. "shit, i havent been in here in ages.."

san let out a hum out of agreement, motioning for wooyoung to follow him upstairs as he went to his room. wooyoung slowly crept up behind him, looking around at the walls. dusty photos still up, creaky stairs, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

he entered san's room, seeing the boy pulling the box from under his bed. he gasped at the sight of the box. "wait! i needa record this" he took his phone out of his pocket, placing it down on the desk as he zoomed in a bit, angling it perfectly towards san's bed. he shook his arms as he pressed record. "im nervous."

all san can do was laugh in admiration. he looked to him as he placed the box on the bed, letting out a small laugh. "go on."

wooyoung sat on his bed, one leg going under him comfortably as he opened the box, his eyes widening as he let out some giggles. "oh my god!" san, he just sat down on the bed, in-front of wooyoung, leaning back against his bed frame as he kept his eyes fixed on smiling boy with affection.

wooyoung pulled more stuff out of the box, reconnecting the memories to it, his smile getting bigger at each item.

one of the items were a picture in a popsicle stick frame - their first arts and craft project for elementary school. the duo had decided to use the photo of them at a day camp during the summer and just decorated it. san chose the photo because that's when he started wanting wooyoung, his feelings started at that young age. while the other agreed to use it because even though there was so many other kids there, he and san still stuck with each other. not even trying to make new friends.

san bit his bottom lip, his mind completely absorbed in wooyoung as he paid no attention to the box. wooyoung moved some stuff around from the box, spotting the picture. his eyes darting to san's before moving the stuff back into the box neatly, putting it aside as he pulled san into a tight hug.

he paused before hugging him back, melting against his touch. "best birthday gift, ever." wooyoung mumbled into his skin as he buried his head into the crook of his neck. san moved a hand to the back of his head, taking in the feeling.

i won. i finally won.

wooyoung stayed in that position, all the childhood memories hitting him like crazy.

"i missed you.." san played with his hair, closing his eyes in content.

"i missed you, so fucking much." the blonde shuffled a bit, lifting his head up. "your absence drove me insane.." san looked at him, giving a saddened smile. "you have no idea."

"well, you're back now! so..-" wooyoung's cheeks flushed red as he noticed the boy. san licked his lips, nodding as he pushed a strand of hair from wooyoung's face. wooyoung's hands on san's chest, grasped his shirt.

the position they were in, changed to a better comfortable position as san moved him to be directly on his lap.

he moved a hand to his jaw, swiping a thumb over his cheek. "y'know, all those days i was watching you from afar, i wanted nothing more than for you to see me, and look at me the way you used to. i felt like i was going insane every time you walked away,, like all the oxygen was taken from the air."