↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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"We're here." Hongjoong announced, a heaviness in his voice, and Wooyoung let out a shaky breath against the back of San's neck, arms unbreakable where they kept San locked in.

The others slowly got out of the car, each of them noticing Wooyoung's distress but being polite enough not to mention it.

Seonghwa was the only one who really hesitated, peering back into the car once San and Wooyoung were the only ones left, but San gave him a small smile, waving him off, and it was enough of a reassurance to have the other man nodding before pulling away.

"First time is the hardest. We get through this and we're golden, okay?" San turned around in Wooyoung's lap with what he hoped was a kind smile, hands wrapping around the boy's neck.

Wooyoung nodded, slow, unfocused, like he didn't really know what to say but knew he could do nothing, and San's stomach took a painful dive.

God this was going to fucking suck.

San kissed Wooyoung before he could start panicking himself.

The last thing he needed was for both of them to be unsure, but it was impossible not to feel all the things he didn't want to feel, to fear that even after everything this still wasn't going to work.

Kissing Wooyoung seemed to shut his mind up though, and the younger's hands in his hair was wonderfully distracting, even more so when they dipped under his neckline, unbuttoning the top button of his suit just to have a place to kiss when he ducked his head.

"You are not debauching me in the back of Hongjoong's car with our friends all around us." San demanded with a laugh, forcing Wooyoung back as he groaned in annoyance, hands anxious where he squeezed San's hips.

"Why not?" He whined, jutting his lip out like that would make a difference.

"I think that's considered a little rude, don't you?"

"No," Wooyoung insisted. "You know how many times I've walked in on Seonghwa getting his ass pounded on the living room couch?"

San laughed at the disgust on Wooyoung's face, the obviously alarming images that seemed to be flashing before his eyes.

"So this is payback?" San asked teasingly, sort of kidding around, but Wooyoung was a little shit and of course he couldn't take a damn joke.

"No, I just want you," He moved to San's neck again, eyelashes dancing over his skin. "Like, all the damn time."

San couldn't help it.

He started laughing just as Yeosang tapped on the window beside them, looking like the last person who wanted to interrupt them (they probably played Rock Paper Scissors to decide), and Wooyoung was annoyed but San was just fucking amused, enthralled that he could even get such a reaction from Wooyoung.

A sexually frustrated Wooyoung was better than a sad Wooyoung.

San stood by that, and he had hoped the change in the younger's attitude would last, but soon enough they were out of the car and heading for the train station, San's bags divided between Mingi, Jongho, and Yunho who insisted on carrying them, and Wooyoung was lagging behind the group like a kicked animal.