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graduation

Graduation was about as slow and boring as San had expected, but Hongjoong kept making passive aggressive jokes about the professors and the students and the shitty decorations in the auditorium- and San found himself focusing more on trying not to piss through his gown rather than the actual ceremony.

Once their names were called and they got their diplomas, Hongjoong and San made their way out of the auditorium rather than back to their seats.

This stirred some restless murmuring in the crowd, but San could hear Jongho, Mingi, and Yunho cheering them on and it was enough to have him smiling all wide and dopey as they made their escape.

They all met up at Hongjoong's car ahead of the crowd, just as planned, and San found himself being tackled back into the drivers door by Seonghwa the second the rest of their friends arrived, both him and Yunho bawling their eyes out.

"I can't believe this is it," Seonghwa cried, jerking San around by the shoulders like he couldn't decide whether he was sad or excited.

"You're really leaving."

"I'm really leaving," San smiled lightly, pained despite being certain of his decision. "I'm gonna miss you guys."

"Stop," Yeosang frowned. "You're gonna make me sad."

"We're all fucking sad," Hongjoong sighed, nudging San with a soft smile. "But now that he's got himself a new boyfriend he won't be able to stay away."

San blushed hotly at that, still not used to having such a title, being able to stay close to Wooyoung without having to keep himself in check.

He usually had to control his instincts, the ones that told him to bury his face in the younger's chest, breathe him in like a home rather than a person, but he was allowed to want Wooyoung now.

He was allowed to do all the things he wasn't allowed to do before but did anyway, and it felt kind of like restarting.

Becoming new again.

As if hearing his thoughts, Wooyoung made his way over to San just as the elder pulled his gown off, bundling the material in his hand where he tossed it into the backseat of the car.

He wrapped his arms around San's waist from behind, placing his chin on the man's shoulder, and smiled big.

San could feel the rise of his cheek against his face, and it made something warm and ridiculously fond swarm up in his chest.

He let it build, let it glide and spread without shame because he could.

He could do that now.

"I thought you said I'd never see you in a suit again." Wooyoung teased, sliding his hands inside San's suit pockets, laughing when it made the elder squirm.

"We had to wear them for the ceremony." San said.

"No we didn't." Hongjoong deadpanned, pulling off his own gown to reveal he'd shown up to graduation wearing checkered blue pajamas.

The swarm of laughter that came next was deafening, limbs flailing, knees giving, Mingi launching himself at Hongjoong just to wrap his arms around him- and San was so fucking embarrassed that he let out a groan that wasn't even heard.