enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

two: they loved eachother.//(edited )

san:22 wooyoung: 22

they were unstoppable.

They thought their love was strong enough to conquer anything. But as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, they realized that they couldn't even agree on the smallest things, like what to have for dinner. It felt like they were always fighting about something stupid, something so insignificant that it didn't even matter, and yet it tore them apart

Wooyoung found himself saying hurtful things to San, things that he knew he would regret later, but he couldn't help it. The anger and frustration had built up inside him to the point where he couldn't control his words anymore. And San, he cried. He cried until there were no more tears left to shed, wondering why the love that had once been so strong was now tearing them apart.

It wasn't just Wooyoung who was struggling, though. San had his moments too, where he lashed out and said things he didn't mean. And in those moments, Wooyoung felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces.

It was during one of these fights that Wooyoung decided to step out of the house and stay over at Yeosang's. His friend suggested that they should have some time apart, that maybe that would help them figure things out. And so Wooyoung found himself sitting in Yeosang's living room, staring at the empty walls and wondering where it all went wrong.

He didn't know how long he had been there when his phone rang. It was San, and for a moment, Wooyoung hesitated before answering. But then he heard San's voice, soft and vulnerable, and he knew he couldn't ignore him.

"Baby, please come home. I miss you," San said, his voice cracking.

Wooyoung felt his heart ache at those words. He missed San too, missed the way they used to be before everything fell apart. And so he went back home, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they could work things out.

San lay beside Wooyoung in bed, and looks at his husband with his heart heavy with guilt. He knew he had messed up, had said things he shouldn't have said. His words had hurt Wooyoung deeply, and he knew it would take more than just a simple apology to make things right.

But for now, he just needed to try.

"I'm sorry, baby," San whispered, reaching out to take Wooyoung's hand in his own.

Wooyoung didn't respond, but he didn't pull his hand away either. San took that as a sign to continue.

"I know you was trying to help and I said some things I shouldn't have said. I was just so angry and frustrated, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, Wooyoung. I really am."

San's voice was soft and sincere, and Wooyoung could feel his resolve weakening. He had been so angry before, so hurt by San's words. But now, lying here with him, listening to the depth of his apology, it all seemed so trivial.

He turned to face San, and their eyes met. San's were full of remorse, and Wooyoung could see how much he truly regretted his actions. And in that moment, he knew that he had to forgive him.

"It's okay," Wooyoung said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, wiping tears the fallen from his eyes.

San's face broke into a relieved smile, and he leaned in to kiss Wooyoung gently on the lips. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. They were okay. They were going to be okay.

San took charge, towering over his husband. He kissed Wooyoung deeper, causing him to let out a soft moan. San pulled away, his voice a low murmur against Wooyoung's skin as he left a trail of small kisses and light bites.San's desire was palpable as he held back, not wanting to leave marks on his beloved. "Don't run away from me again," San whispered, his eyes burning into Wooyoung's. Who nodded in response, helping San take off his shirt.

San's lips were on Wooyoung's again, his kisses more insistent as Wooyoung undid his pants. "I want you," San breathed against his husband's lips, causing Wooyoung to groan at his touch.

San knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to take it. Wooyoung was his, body and soul.

San's hands roamed over Wooyoung's body, eliciting soft gasps and moans from his husband. He explored every inch of him, his touch igniting a fire within Wooyoung that threatened to consume him.

Wooyoung's hands were tangled in San's hair, pulling him closer as they kissed with abandon. San's lips were soft yet possessive, his tongue exploring every crevice of Wooyoung's mouth.

San's fingers found their way to Wooyoung's most sensitive spots, making him arch his back and cry out in pleasure. Wooyoung was lost in a sea of sensation, his body writhing beneath San's touch.

San's own desire was building, his need for Wooyoung growing with every passing moment. He couldn't resist any longer, and he entered Wooyoung with a deep, passionate thrust.

Wooyoung cried out, his body responding eagerly to San's every movement. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, San held Wooyoung close, his love for him shining through in every touch and every breath. They lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

Wooyoung slowly forgot why he had been so angry in the first place. The problem seemed temporary, insignificant compared to the love they shared. And as they drifted off to sleep, they both knew that they had work to do, that they couldn't just sweep their problems under the rug.

But for now, in this moment, they were together. And that was all that mattered is that they loved eachother.

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