↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

monday

It was a Monday morning in late October when San watched a dreadfully familiar face walk through the creaking glass door of the flower shop he worked at, stepping inside while looking like something straight out of a Vogue catalog.

San's first instinct, which was admittedly probably the dumbest thing he could've done, was to duck behind the front desk with panic spiking fresh and sudden in his lungs.

He clutched onto the front of his apron that was layered with soil, contemplating why the hell he decided to hide as he listened to the door slam shut with a gust of wind, sealing him in the shop alone with none other than Jung Wooyoung.

There were footsteps, soft but calculated, hesitant in a way that just wasn't normal for Wooyoung by any means.

San thought about just staying there, living off the rest of his life behind the counter, making conversation with the plants and flowers and mosquitoes.

He was sure he'd be able to live like that, especially if it meant avoiding this interaction entirely, but Wooyoung was calling his name now, voice unfathomably innocent, and San was straightening up before he could think otherwise.

He took a small flower pot with him, pulling it off one of the bottom shelves of the desk just to make it look like he'd been working.

Wooyoung was standing right on the other side of the counter when San came into view, lips twisting into a knowing smile that had the elder blushing furiously, eyes falling to the cash register.

He waved the pot in the air a little, hands covered in dirt.

"Found it."

"You didn't tell me you worked at a flower shop." Wooyoung bemused, choosing not to mention the fact that San had very obviously been hiding from him.

"You didn't ask." San replied simply, maneuvering around the counter.

He brushed past Wooyoung to continue working, heading for the array of succulents displayed in heart shaped racks by the entrance.

He was thoroughly satisfied when he heard Wooyoung follow without missing a beat, stepping in beside San as he unclipped a spray bottle of water from his tool belt.

"You look like Inspector Gadget with this thing." Wooyoung teased, grabbing two handfuls of the tool belt and jiggling it around until San was forced to slap his hands away with a bright smile.

"Hands off."

"Since when?" Wooyoung grinned, sly and handsome with his teeth grazing his bottom lip.

San turned to look at him, stomach dipping at how close he was.

He tried to ignore the comment, spraying the group of house plants with the bottle in his hand, but Wooyoung didn't let the silence scare him, instead inching forward until he was pressed up right against San's backside, hand reaching around to rest on the older man's stomach.

"Wooyoung." He warned, laughing as he grabbed the others hand to pry him off, thankful when Wooyoung relented with a disappointed sigh.

San turned all the way around at the noise, lips lifting when he found Wooyoung pouting.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"Yunho."

San smiled brightly, falling into the same current he seemed to always get swept up in, the mindlessly addicting feeling of just being around Wooyoung.

"Is this becoming a habit of yours?" San asked, cool and confident despite the fondness of his smile, the amusement that was making his eyes disappear.

"Possibly." Wooyoung said, close to a murmur, eyes glued to San as he smiled.

He still seemed to want to step forward, breach that gap between them, but he quickly decided against it, clearing his throat.

"I brought you something."

San's eyes widened.

"You did?"

Wooyoung tugged at the brown leather satchel he had cutting across his shoulder, resting at the hip.

He flipped through the confinements, fingers brushing brittle paper and charred pencil led.

Sketches, San realized distantly, tucked and hidden into each of the bags dividers.

San wanted to ask him about them, to reach out and touch and finally see the only part of Wooyoung he was really familiar with, the artist part, the crazed part.

But Wooyoung's fingers worked fast and soon he was pulling out a small paper bag from seemingly nowhere, wincing shyly when the item came out slightly wrinkled.

"I was getting breakfast at the bakery down the street. You know, the one by the toy store?" He gestured hastily towards the window, giving a random direction, and San couldn't have stopped smiling even if he'd tried.

Couldn't stop the rush of warmth that dove into his chest as he watched Wooyoung's facade slip entirely, his usually poised smile being replaced with a bright boyish grin that made his voice tighten nervously.

He looked away for a moment, bashful, and San nodded warmly.

"Yes, I know the one."

"Yeah, well... they had a two for one sale going on and, um, I thought you might be hungry so-" He practically shoved the paper bag into San's filthy hands, barely giving the elder time to get a hold of it before he withdrew.

"I brought you a bagel with strawberry jam." He explained slowly, noticing San's curious gaze.

"I know I probably should've asked you first, because I don't even know if you like bagels, or jam for that matter. Hell, some people prefer jelly but-"

"I like strawberry jam." San interrupted, peering back up to find Wooyoung already staring at him, something close to relief melting over his blushing features.

"Thank you, Wooyoung."

The younger's smile was like honey, warm and sweet as it dripped over his lips.

"You're welcome."

San probably enjoyed the sentiment more than he should've, over analyzing it for the rest of the day while he twiddled his thumbs and pretended to pay attention to customers.

He thought about Wooyoung's habit of asking Yunho of his whereabouts, and his sketches hidden in his bag, and how he'd been going on with his day just like every other day only to think about San.

About whether San was hungry; whether he'd eaten breakfast or not and how it wasn't okay if he hadn't.

He thought about how Wooyoung had smiled at him and how sudden it had all been, unnatural for who they were and what they had.

It was a deed that took effort, thought, care, and San didn't know what that meant.

Didn't know whether Wooyoung had forgotten the rules to the game they were playing.