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indignant

San was almost feeling normal again by the time they found their seats at the back of their favorite club, content enough not to care all that much when he found himself squished tight between Mingi and Wooyoung.

"If I knew we were gonna go drinking afterwards I would have packed an extra set of clothes." Mingi grumbled pointedly, scowling over at Seonghwa who gave the boy a pathetic smile in return.

"Sorry, Mings."

"Grey sweatpants are your trademark anyway." Yunho tried reasonably, but it was undeniable how out of place Mingi looked packed in tight with the rest of them all wearing suits and tucked skinny jeans.

"This is mistreatment." Mingi demanded.

He pointed at Seonghwa urgently, deadly serious until Yeosang let out a belting laugh beside him that made his eyes crinkle.

"You're mistreating me!"

The complaining went on well into their second round of drinks, but it wasn't just Mingi.

The entire table had somehow spiraled into individual bouts of protest, bitching over the most random things once the alcohol set in.

San did his best to listen as attentively as possible whenever Hongjoong started talking about his run in with a candy machine the day before that ate up his dollar, and Seonghwa brought up a story about a time when Yunho nearly got a face tattoo, but truthfully San could hardly keep up with any of it, each complaint amusing but strewn together wildly.

San felt his jaw begin to tick, knee bouncing uninhibitedly beneath the table as his chest tightened.

It was too fucking loud, too strenuous for his mind to take in passing, and that's why he found himself searching.

That's why he put a hand on Wooyoung's thigh, for comfort, for stability, not because he wanted to or needed it or thought Wooyoung looked beautiful all dressed up beside him, eyes tinted dark in the smoky light.

Wooyoung didn't say anything for a moment, just let San rest there, trying to decide what the touch meant, and San was curious what it was he'd come up with because he himself didn't have a clue.

San fought the urge to rest his head on the younger's shoulder, body suddenly too tired to ignore.

San barely felt it at first, the abrupt change.

It wasn't until Wooyoung squeezed that San realized they were holding hands, fingers intertwined across Wooyoung's thigh.

San couldn't help it.

He looked up at him, a question waiting on his tongue.

Wooyoung smiled.

"Are you okay?" He asked, bringing his head down to San's ear to make sure he could hear him, and San found himself leaning forward just to chase him as he pulled away.

"They're being loud." San explained lightly, evasive, but Wooyoung looked ready to ask anyway so San continued.

"I'm usually okay about it but, it's whenever they all talk at once that I... get all, you know. It's... it's hard to-"