BET

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San stared at the shorter's eyes in awe.

He couldn't believe that Wooyoung was in front of him and moreover the younger just willingly kissed him.

On the lips.

"Woo.." he whispered, his arms still wrapped tightly around the latter's waist, protectively. "San" Wooyoung copied, smiling brightly. His eyes were shining like little twinkling stars in the night sky.

"I.. I don't know what to do... or say." San dumbly but honestly said and Wooyoung laughed knocking his head against the broad shoulders. "It's okay, me neither. Let's find out together" the younger replied amused and that made San ease up as another beautiful smile of his own reappeared on his lips. "Sure. Let's find out together" he repeated pulling the younger closer to his body, as he leaned over to place a sweet kiss on the boy's forehead.

"Can we go home now? I'm tired" Wooyoung whined while rocking on his heels. San cursed himself mentally, but his heart flipped at that. It sounded as if they were going to their house and not his. The older nodded his head, grabbing the handle of the suitcase dragging it behind him as if it weighted nothing. Wooyoung was impressed.

San paused on his way suddenly, shifting to look at Wooyoung who was just a step behind. He stretched a hand gripping the younger's right one before he continued to walk towards the exit, hand in hand. Wooyoung bit his lips blushing at the interaction but his heart was running a marathon in his chest.

It took them around half an hour to get to the apartment complex San was living and Wooyoung spent most of the ride looking outside the car window in excitement. The buildings were tall like in Seoul, but it had the foreign hue.

"Do you live in a big place?" He suddenly asked, noticing that most of the buildings looked fancy for the past 10 minutes of their drive. San chuckled but nodded his head either way. "Yeah, it sucks" he mumbled and Wooyoung gasped. "Why? I like big fancy places. Mine is not big" he pouted and San stole a glance. He smiled at the purity of the younger. "But it has you." San cheekily fought back and Wooyoung rolled his eyes before sending him a death glare playfully.

"Okay okay. If you ever marry me I'll get the biggest and fanciest place for you. I promise" San said so casually and Wooyoung almost felt his heart failing him.

They entered the two story apartment and Wooyoung gasped at the big wall windows surrounding the first floor. "Oh my god!" He ran towards the one behind San's desk. It might sound strange but it looked like a place San would live in. It was mainly decorated with black furniture and white details. Like his couch pillows, they were white and soft.

"This looks like a place straight out of a home magazine" Wooyoung pointed out and San laughed loudly at that. "Thank you I guess?" He responded unsure. The younger giggled at the tone before nodding his head "It was a compliment" he reassured him before strolling towards the far end of the wall, it had a much similar vibe kitchen. And Wooyoung felt like cooking on spot.

It looked so clean and so untouched that he glared San unconsciously. "Have you ever even used this?" He asked and San shook his head. "I can't cook and I'm not even home that much" he let the boy know and Wooyoung's lip jutted out in a pitying manner.

"I am going to cook for you then" he exclaimed and San scratched his head feeling like a high schooler with his first love. "But you're tired" he objected and Wooyoung shook his head "I bet you're more. That's why we're doing nothing crazy. Let's just watch a movie. You do have Netflix right?" Wooyoung asked with hope as his eyebrows met in uncertainty.

San laughed yet again while nodding yes. "I do. Come here for now" he patted the spot next to him on the leather couch and Wooyoung strolled his way to accept the invitation. He purposely sat too close to the older, craving physical touch. He had been starved for it.