↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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As it turned out, San didn't have to wait a month for Wooyoung's return.

In fact, San saw Wooyoung the following Wednesday, approximately four days and eleven hours after that Saturday morning in late September, and San had most certainly been picturing this moment since then.

Gathering up the courage it would take just to look at him through sober eyes, ask him out somewhere, for drinks or pie or whatever the fuck- San didn't care, but it was safe to say that San hadn't been hoping for this.

To be caught in such a bullshit situation.

"Hyung, you-" Mingi gasped from underneath him, face burning red. "Holy fucking shit- San."

His arms gave out and the metal bar fell with them, diving for Mingi's chest, and San was only quick enough to think well shit before a pair of unfamiliar hands were lurching for the weight and saving Mingi from getting crushed to death.

Wooyoung groaned as he pulled the bar back up to the rack, chest heaving.

"You keep lifting shit like this and you'll find yourself without a willing spotter, Mingi." He grinned, moving out of the way so that Mingi could pull himself up with a heaving grunt, eyes burning when he turned to look at San.

"The fuck, hyung?" He gasped, brushing back his hair painfully, wincing through the movement, and San pawed nervously at the metal bar in front of him, body encased behind the machine.

"Sorry," He said, embarrassed. "Wasn't paying attention."

Wooyoung snorted at that, head down, hair covering his eyes, and San looked away, stomach wrenching in the worst way possible.

"Damn," Mingi sighed. "I almost beat my max. I would've beat it."

"Where's Seonghwa? Doesn't he usually work out with you?"

"Yeah, but he's got some big test today he didn't study for. Wanted a few hours at least to write shit down on his arms."

Wooyoung laughed, low and rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest.

"So you dragged, San-hyung with you?"

San watched idly as the two spoke, familiar and intimate without any pauses in between, feeling a bit torn apart from it all.

It wasn't unexpected exactly; San wasn't all that close with Mingi, even if San had been Mingi's first choice for a replacement spotter.

Which had probably only been the case because Mingi had been too shy to ask Yeosang.

That right there, was a complicated situation to grasp.

But over the course of a month, San had somehow found a method of understanding the mess that was Song Mingi and his feelings.

It wasn't that hard to comprehend, especially since San had written it down:

◦ Song Mingi was hot shit. (Normally San didn't like using such a term for college boys because, well, gross, but Mingi was everyone's dream.)