take all of me || woosan [discontinued]

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they go inside again, to say goodbye to everyone, making sure none of their friends are worried if they suddenly disappear. once thats done, they quickly begin walking home.

san can tell, wooyoung regrets not having brought a jacket along, by the way he's shivering and his teeth are chattering. he thinks for a moment, unsure if he should really do give him his jacket, or if that would be weird, but when wooyoing just keeps and keeps on shivering he can't help but pull his leather jacket off and offer it to the younger.

"take this, you're freezing."

the smaller stares at san for a second but then catches himself and blushes a little. the only reason why san can tell is because they are standing right below a street lamp. "sorry, i should have brought a jacket. what about you, won't you be cold?", he asks.

"nah i'm good, i don't really get cold", san answers him and smiles softly. "now take it, before you turn into ice."

wooyoung smiles apologetically at him and then reaches out to take the jacket. he has nice hands, san notices and then pushes the thought away, feeling like a creep.

"thank you so much, sannie."

they continue walking in silence until they arrive at the apartment complex. wooyoung reaches into the backpocket of his jeans to get the keys out. when he fumbles with the lock, san realizes how drunk the other must be, so he offers to unlock the door and the smaller male thankfully lets him do it.

"thank you", wooyoung offers umhelpfully and smiles at him as they get inside.

once they are inside their own apartment, wooyoung immediately gets rid of san's jacket, tossing it on the floor. he then reaches to unbuckle his belt, and begins pulling off his pants. all san can do is watch as he reveals his long smooth looking legs. by the looks of it they are definitely shaved and the blond can't help but stare, as the other undresses in front of him.

he looks so pretty, it's almost abnormal how good he looks. he's just wearing his boxers and the floral lace shirt at this point and san imagines how he lets his hands wander over wooyoung's chest, grabbing his waist and holding him close.

he comes back to reality, when wooyoung is reaching for his hands. "you gotta help me with the buttons, i can't get them to open", he explains his problem and san doesn't even question it. he expertly begins opening the last remaining buttons on wooyoung's shirt and once he's done his hands uselessly fall to his sides.

now that he's not sober anymore, he can even tune out his father's words at the abnormal thoughts he's having. he can just stare and enjoy the view of his roommate getting almost fully undressed in front of him.

when wooyoung tosses his black shirt away, san sees his chest and stomach properly for the first time. he doesn't really have abs as defined as san does, but he's definded enough to look absolutely amazing, even though he would say wooyoung is almost too skinny. he can make out his ribs beneath his tan skin and all san wants to do right now is letting his fingers run over them, over the soft skin of his stomach and then hold his tiny waist.

oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me, he thinks to himself as he's still watching wooyoung in silence. the other man is also not speaking but by the looks of it he's almost asleep already.

"come on, let's get you to bed", san says but wooyoung protests, walking over to the sofa and falling backwards onto it. he's staring at the ceiling and then out of nowhere he asks, "sannie, do you like me?"

san's brain short circuits, as it seems to do quite often with wooyoung around and he provides a totally unhelpful answer.

"of course i like you, i wouldn't have brought you along to the party, if i didn't."

the smaller male sighs, not seeming happy with the answer. "you always stare at me so much, do you think i'm ugly?", he mumbles, almost asleep at that point.

no i don't think you're ugly. for some reason my brain thinks you're as pretty as a girl and it makes me think confusing thoughts, so i can't help but stare at you, is what he wants to say.

"you look good, don't worry too much about it", is what he actually says.

when he doesn't get an answer it's his turn to sigh and he walks over to the younger male, reaching to place a blanket over his sleeping form, but before he can do that, his brain provides him with a thought.

touch him. just once. so you know if his skin is as soft as it looks.

i can't do that, what the fuck, san thinks, but his brain just ignores him.

he's asleep anyways, he won't ever know.

so san reaches out, very slowly, to touch wooyoung's thigh, gently stroking over the soft skin there, before he softly squeezes it. he quickly lets go, realizing what he's doing and then places the blanket over wooyoung's sleeping form.

he runs a hand over his face, not understanding what the fuck is wrong with him lately. he feels frustrated with himself.

i'm not gay, what the fuck man. i'm not, even his thoughts are frustrated with him and he suddenly feels like locking himself up in his room, not facing wooyoung ever again. or at least not until he can think straight again.

i am not gay, he thinks again, but at this point it sounds more like he's just trying to convince himself.

he walks over to his room and locks the door, not wanting his intrusive thoughts to win, not wanting to do anything worse than he already did.

san lays on the bed and groans loudly, taking his pillow and putting it over his head, pressing down.

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when san wakes up, his head is spinning. he didn't even drink that much, did he now? when he sits up he suddenly feels sick to his stomach and thinks whether he needs to throw up or if he'll be okay.

after a few moments he decides on the latter and gets up. he's still in his clothes from the party, so the first thing he does, is undressing to get into more comfortable clothes. he puts on a pair of gray sweatpants and a tight black tshirt.

from outside his room he hears wooyoung rattling in the kitchen. san checks his phone to look at the time. 11 am sounds like a reasonable time to get up, he thinks to himself and gets out, joining his roommate.

he closes the door to his room behind him and gets ready to greet wooyoung, but when he sees him in one of his oversized tshirts, his legs bare, he suddenly feels like throwing up again. at the sight he remembers the evening prior, the way he touched the younger's thighs without his permission. he remembers the way wooyoung's skin felt underneath his hands. his thoughts run wild at the memory.

if you become a fag i'll make sure to kill you myself.

no son of mine is a fucking homo.

"hi sannie, did you sleep well?", the dark haired male suddenly asks.

it surely can't get worse than this, can it?