↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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When San found Wooyoung sitting outside of his apartment just a few days later after working his morning shift, it was a sight that just about made his heart jump straight from his chest.

Wooyoung noticed him before he could say anything, eyes widening as he rushed to stand up.

"Oh, shit."

"What're you doing here? I didn't think you'd be back till tomorrow."

Wooyoung wordlessly lifted his phone, features still rippled with shock.

"I... texted you."

"Oh." San frowned, quickly pulling out his own phone.

He sighed when he saw how many messages lit up his screen.

"I was at work, sorry. Shit, how long have you been waiting here? I could've called someone to let you in, Yunho has a key, he could've... what the fuck are you staring at?" San finally asked, ripped away from his own words by Wooyoung's stunned expression that just wouldn't go away.

Wooyoung didn't even flinch at the rise in San's voice, features permanently shaped into this ridiculous pairing of parted lips and raised eyebrows, cheeks growing pinker the longer San stared at him, expecting an explanation.

"Your hair," He said some time later, barely able to even manage that. "What did you do?"

And San being the idiot that he was, touched his hair as though he wasn't completely aware that he'd dyed it blue just days before, mind short circuiting as he dropped his hand back down.

"I dyed it." He shrugged, stepping forward to finally unlock his front door, partly because he was exhausted, but mostly because he was really fucking embarrassed by Wooyoung's reaction.

"It's Christmas time, fuck me for wanting something different."

"No!" Wooyoung laughed spastically, following San inside as the elder hung his backpack carefully on the coat rack by the door and dropped his car keys in a bowl on the dining table.

"It looks great! Really, really good actually I just- wasn't... ready?"

San threw him a questioning glance.

"You weren't ready?" He snorted, laughing in that squeaky way he did every now and then.

Wooyoung stepped forward and kissed San before he could even quiet down again, almost like he couldn't take it anymore.

His hand moved to cradle San's face, keeping him from pulling away as he drew out a startled whimper from the elder with just a press of his tongue, heat sparking between them.

"You just get hotter every time I see you, I swear." Wooyoung insisted when they split apart, smiling fondly.

"It's starting to get unfair."

San scoffed, patting at his chest to get some distance between them.

"Are you hungry? I'll burn down the kitchen for you." He joked, grinning carelessly then, unable to stampen down the excitement he felt at seeing Wooyoung so unexpectedly.