↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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It was probably best that San didn't run into Wooyoung for a few days after their first meeting.

It was best for someone, somewhere.

San hadn't figured out exactly who it was best for, but he was working up to it.

After the pickles were set aside, and San had finished his coffee with Wooyoung's eyes watching him, the younger had set his bowl in the sink and walked off towards his room with a sweet little goodnight that had had San very unsettled lying there on the living room couch in the dark.

San thought about what he'd say in the morning when he saw him.

How he'd act when he wasn't drunk, how he'd show Wooyoung that he was interested in whatever the fuck it was he could have- but Wooyoung was already gone when he woke up.

San had even knocked on his bedroom door, softly, fearfully, knuckles rapping against the abstract designs he'd painted there, only to have no one answer.

Wooyoung disappeared as though he had never really arrived, and San was ridden with the belief that he'd have to wait another month until he'd get to see him again.

"Morning." Yunho grumbled, the entire left side of his face a warm pink, cheek marked with sheet lines.

He scurried off into the kitchen in a blur of skin (did he sleep naked again?) and peered into the fridge.

He took one look at the open jar of pickles, smirked over his shoulder and said, "you met Wooyoung?"

"He stopped by." San mumbled into his coffee.

The coffee which was not Fake Wooyoung Coffee, but San Coffee.

He'll never make that mistake again.

Yunho scratched at his stomach in the middle of the kitchen- he had at least remembered to put on underwear this time- and reached back inside the fridge.

"You want a beer?" He asked, the sound of clinking glass bleeding over his voice.

San's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"You fucking serious?" He scoffed, not even a little sorry about the way he looked at Yunho, almost as if he'd lost his mind.

"It's not even noon yet, and you're still shit faced from last night."

Yunho shrugged.

He fiddled with one of the beers, put it back with a sigh, and kicked the fridge closed with his foot.

"Don't gotta be a dick about it."

"Good morning." Seonghwa stepped into the living room smiling, already dressed for the gym.

He ruffled San's blond hair as he passed (that bastard) and scooped the cup of coffee Yunho had been preparing for himself right out of his hands.

"Thanks, Yunho."

"God, you little..." Seonghwa stopped to look at him, making Yunho freeze, reevaluating his life decisions.