↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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Astoundingly, Wooyoung was the first to show up.

San had figured he was probably the type to be fashionably late, appearing at the door on a cloud or riding a pony with rainbows shooting out of its ass, but Wooyoung showed up right on time with nothing but two boxes of pizza and a key dangled around his finger, reminding San that he did in fact live there, and he was in fact allowed to come and go whenever he wanted.

It was a scary thought that had San momentarily frozen, limbs sprawled across the couch lazily despite his outfit.

He was sure he looked ridiculous, appearing so comfortable while wearing something so not, but he couldn't move as he watched Wooyoung carry the pizza boxes to the kitchen and set them down carefully, face shielded with a dark mask.

San kept his eyes trained on his phone when the younger slowly started making his way into the living room, chin naturally tucked into his chest with discomfort.

He wanted a fucking sweatshirt damnit.

He wanted to not feel buried in leather at the same time that Wooyoung turned, noticed him, and smiled, eyes crinkling sharp enough for San to notice behind his mask.

"You scared me." Wooyoung said, slightly breathless. He pinched his mask, pulling it down to rest underneath his chin. "I didn't even see you. You're so quiet."

"I prefer the word mysterious." San hummed, refusing to take the time to even look over at him once, to show that he cared, which he did.

He really did, but even from his peripheral he could tell Wooyoung looked just as breathtaking as always, bread cheeks soft and adorable where his face mask nestled against them, and San didn't think he could afford to look at him any closer.

Yunho and Seonghwa, who had sprinted into Seonghwa's room and slammed the door the second they heard Wooyoung's key jingling in the lock, decided it was time to come back out and spare San.

"Hi, Wooyoungie," Seonghwa beamed, throwing himself forward to hug the other, and San blinked past them to glare at Yunho who waved innocently back at him.

San stood up with a weight in his shoulders, completely intending to grip Yunho by the neck and steer him back into the other room to kick his ass for leaving him alone with Wooyoung, but the front door opened for the second time that night before he could reach him, and Yunho was gone in a flash to greet the rest of their friends.

San sighed, making his way back to his spot on the couch as the room flooded with noise.

"Yeosang! You got the cooch, bro?" Yunho asked, stepping up to the man with outstretched hands, fingers wiggling.

Yeosang gave him an amusing smile, expression stupidly fond.

San leaned over to Seonghwa who had taken a seat to his left, propped up on the edge of the sofa.

"The cooch?"

"Code word for weed." He explained easily, folding his legs up under him, and San didn't understand how he could balance so gracefully on the arm of the couch like that, pretty and petite like a fairy.

"That's what that means?" Mingi said, exasperated and flushed as he dropped onto the far end of the couch, jostling the cushions.