enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

one:they were unstoppable.::(edited)

San: 22 Wooyoung: 21

Wooyoung's performance had left everyone in the room spellbound, the raw emotion and physicality of his contemporary dance resonating long after the final note of "Aurora" had faded. His classmates' applause was not just for his technical prowess but for the story he had woven through his movement, a narrative of resilience and hope that had touched them all.

As he caught his breath on the floor, the fatigue was overshadowed by a sense of accomplishment. He had put everything into his dance, and it showed. Rising to acknowledge the cheers with a bow, Wooyoung felt a rush of gratitude and joy. This was more than a class evaluation; it was a celebration of his dedication to dance.

Yeosang's voice cut through the clamor, a familiar tease that brought a smile to Wooyoung's face. "You're so good," he said, though the sarcastic edge couldn't hide the genuine admiration. Yeosang, his longtime dance companion, was well aware of the passion and hard work Wooyoung invested in his art.

Wooyoung's reply was a modest grin, but inside, he was beaming with the acknowledgment. The hours of rehearsals and the discipline it took to master each move had culminated in this moment of recognition.

As they retreated to the locker room, shedding their practice gear in favor of more comfortable clothes, Yeosang couldn't help but tease him about the faintly tinted shirt he was wearing. "You let San do your laundry again?"

Wooyoung chuckled, remembering the story he had told Yeosang last week about his husband's disastrous attempt at doing laundry. It was a nice gesture, but now San was banned from doing laundry unless Wooyoung was there to supervise.

After leaving the locker room, Wooyoung felt good despite being tired from the intense practice. He was satisfied with his dance performance and looked forward to relaxing after a successful day.

As they stepped out of the building, there stood San. He was waiting for them in his car outside, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Yeosang. San greeted Yeosang with a cheerful "Hey Yeosang," but was ignored in return. It was nothing new - for some reason, the two didn't seem to like each other. But for Wooyoung's sake and the sake of their shared friend group, he tried to be as cordial as possible.

Wooyoung climbed into the car, sharing a quick kiss with his husband of one year before settling into the passenger seat. San's car was small and cramped, but it was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

"How was your cutie?" San asked, his eyes soft and warm.

"It was great! I killed my performance," Wooyoung enthusiastically explained. He had been working towards getting a lead role for the show, and he felt like he was getting closer every day.

"You'll get it. I believe in you," San assured him, his hand reaching over to give Wooyoung's a reassuring squeeze.

Wooyoung asked about San's day at work," same old
same old, i have a shift tonight so i won't be here for dinner."

wooyoung frown but he just know it's temporary as
They struggled to pay bills on their small budget, but San assured Wooyoung that he had it under control. All Wooyoung needed to worry about was graduating and dancing.

As they drove home, Wooyoung couldn't help but feel grateful for the life he and San had built together. It wasn't always easy, but they had each other, and that was enough. They talked about their plans for the future, dreaming of a bigger apartment and a better paying job. But for now, they were happy just being together, sharing their love and support for each other.

When they got home, Wooyoung cuddled up behind San while he looked at the bills. Wooyoung sighed and said, "Baby..."

"What?" San asked, feeling a little tense. Wooyoung bit his lip and frowned, not liking San's tone. But San knew what he was going to say. "I'm not taking your mother's money."

"But then take mine at least. We don't need to struggle if you just let me help," Wooyoung pleaded.

"I don't need help. We'll be okay," San groaned, ripping the papers. Wooyoung still clung to his prideful husband, but he knew that they were married now and that they didn't have to do things alone anymore.

"Fine, but just know, I should deal with responsibilities too. We are married. You don't have to do things alone anymore," Wooyoung said against San's back, causing a tickling sensation down San's spine.

"Or I can treat you like the prince you are," San said, grabbing Wooyoung's arm and swiftly moving him in front of him. Wooyoung gave him a look, making San correct himself. "Or both."

Wooyoung smiled at his husband, feeling grateful for the love they shared. He went up on his sore toes to reach San's lips for a quick peck, but it turned into a long, deep kiss that made his heart skip a beat. "I love you," San pulled away, looking into Wooyoung's eyes, which were now shining with love and admiration.

Wooyoung couldn't believe how lucky he was to have San in his life. "I love you more and always," he responded, causing San to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"It's impossible to love me more than I love you," San said, suddenly sounding competitive.

Wooyoung snorted at San's sudden competitiveness. "Should I show you?"

"I'm not gonna stop you," San replied, laughing as Wooyoung giggled. Without warning, San picked Wooyoung up in his arms, spinning him around like they were in a romantic movie scene. Wooyoung laughed and wrapped his arms around San's neck, feeling like he was on top of the world.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, Wooyoung didn't need anything else but San by his side, holding him tight and never letting go. Together, they were unstoppable.