↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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The great thing about having roommates that were majoring in law and business, was that they were almost never home.

Always out somewhere with their nose buried in a book and their mental health skewered, and it proved to be incredibly convenient for San when he needed to have the apartment to himself the first time Wooyoung wanted to come over.

Or, more specifically, wanted to fuck.

Which is most definitely what they intended to do, but Wooyoung was just as easily distracted as he was horny, and so the moment he stepped through the door, his eyes widened and his lips parted, an expression similar to that of a child's.

"Jesus, you're a slob." He remarked sarcastically, running a finger over the kitchen counter to check whether dust even existed in the immaculate bubble that was San's Apartment.

Which is how San, not thinking, offhandedly revealed everything.

"I have pretty bad OCD, so a lot of my life looks like this." He explained, plain and unbothered, the words coming with a practiced ease at that point.

"Oh." Wooyoung frowned, looking both surprised and unaffected at the same time, and it wasn't until then that San realized what it was that he'd said.

"So you... straighten shit up and yell at people for being unhygenic?"

That actually forced out a laugh from San, the older moving to relax against one of the nearest bar stools.

He always got plenty of questions from people after revealing his diagnosis, but of course Wooyoung would manage to ask one of the most ridiculous ones he'd ever heard.

"Not exactly," San said, serious but kind in his explanation. "It's a little more complicated than that. But, basically, just... don't move anything without telling me."

"Is that why you sniff your food before eating it?"

"No, that's the schizophrenia." San deadpanned, staring at him with an indifference that probably came across more terrifying than funny.

Wooyoung's brow furrowed with concern, puppy eyes softening with a lack of understanding, forcing San to continue.

"I'm kidding. Yes, that's why I smell my food. I was wondering when you were gonna ask about that."

Wooyoung let out a breath, smiled, nodded, and continued his way into the apartment, glancing briefly at the keyboard tucked away in the corner of the living room.

He turned to face San.

"What are some things that bother you?"

San blinked at him, startled by the specifics of the question.

"Um, well, I can't wear rings or bracelets or anything like that. They distract me, I just end up staring at them. Which, fucking sucks, I've always loved jewelry."

"Is there anything that helps?"

"Music. Producing. Writing. Dancing."