↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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Wooyoung's bedroom was casted in orange light the next time San came over, bathed in the golden hue of the younger's bedside lamp, and it shouldn't have been as big of a deal as it was, but San stopped abruptly in the doorway anyway, taking in the layout of the room.

He'd been in there several times by then, already familiar with the scent of the bedsheets and what the wooden bed frame felt like in his sweaty grip, but not once had he seen Wooyoung's bedroom in full lighting.

"Hyung?"

San jerked backwards at the voice, feeling as though he was caught, but he visibly flinched when Wooyoung pressed a kiss to the side of his neck from behind, trying to get him to step inside the room.

He laughed.

"Are you okay? You're acting like Yunho."

"Don't compare me to that bitch." San grumbled, finally breaching the threshold and stepping into the room.

He spun around, allowing himself only one more lingering glance before setting his sights on the only place he was supposed to be focusing on; Wooyoung's bed.

He walked over and perched himself on the edge of the mattress, slowly shedding his shirt in the process.

"You seem eager." Wooyoung laughed, figure still lurking by the doorframe, and San looked up in horror to find the younger smirking at him, fully clothed and making no move to change that.

"Sorry, I just-"

"It's fine." He assured, quickly recognizing San's insecurity and discarding it immediately by pulling off his own shirt.

"I like you better without a shirt on anyway." He stepped into the room and San stood up as if forced, fitting a hand into the dip of Wooyoung's waist at the same time that the younger man touched his cheek, long fingers sinking into San's hair.

"I could say the same about you." San whispered, earning a smile that had him slightly leaning down just to kiss it away, their lips meeting abruptly enough to have Wooyoung moaning into the tip of San's tongue, fingers tightening in the base of his hair.

San slid his arms around the boy's hips, pulling him in and preparing for the fall, but Wooyoung broke the kiss after only a few seconds.

San looked at him, obvious confusion hovering there, and Wooyoung smiled weakly, adorably apologetic.

"I need to hop in the shower real quick. I'll only be a minute." He promised, already heading towards the door.

San groaned, taking a seat on the bed again.

"You didn't take one before I got here?"

"Lost track of time."

"Doing what?"

"Work, San. I'm in college for a reason, you know." He scoffed, and San was once again reminded of who Wooyoung was, what his livelihood depended on.

His passion, and it only took a second for San's gaze to flicker over to the desk by the window, curiosity overtaking any shame in doing so.