❥・ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬❞ ▸ After Wooyoung and San realize their feelings for each other in Insomnia, their lives have changed drastically. From moving into an apartment together to getting new jobs, life seems to be changing for...
There is written panic/onset anxiety in this chapter with the theme/written topic of relapsing via alcohol in this chapter. Please do not read any further if you are sensitive to these topics.
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"Woo-" A voice quietly stirs the younger from the depth of his sleep, pulling him further away from the scape of his dream. The hotel room was still dark when his eyes opened, blinking until they focused on the scene ahead of him. San was still laying down behind him, hand rubbing his hip gently as Wooyoung turned around to face him groggily. "Are you alright?"
"Hm? Why?"
"You were mumbling. I just wasn't sure if you were awake or not."
"I was sleep talking?" Wooyoung says with a bated breath, finally rolling to his other side completely, facing San and immediately moving to collide into his chest.
"Yeah." San chuckles quietly. "I was worried that you weren't sleeping at all."
"No-" Wooyoung lets his eyes close again. "I was sleeping."
"I'm sorry for waking you up." San says sadly, but Wooyoung sleepily smiles at him.
"'S okay, San'ah." Wooyoung nearly mumbles, nuzzling further into San's chest. "I w'na tell you something, though."
"I'm listening." San moves his leg to rest inbetween Wooyoung's, fully tangling their bodies, holding the younger as closely as he could manage.
"Let's sign the papers on that apartment." Wooyoung says as clearly as he could, still teetering on the edge of sleep.
"Which one?" San leans away slightly, eyeing his sleepy partner with confusion glazed over his eyes.
"That second one. The one near the park?" Wooyoung's eyes open again, blinking up to look at San tiredly. "It fits us."
"But. . . you said-"
"I know what I said, Sannie." Wooyoung leans away too, almost back on his side of the bed, hand reaching to rub at his eyes gently. "I'm being serious. I've thought about it. I'm ready to start new with you."
San doesn't say anything. He just sits there, staring, blinking; Wooyoung can't help but stifle a tired laugh at him. "W-what? Are you gonna say something or are you just going to blink at me?"
"I. . . didn't expect you to say that. You saying that wasn't the intention of any of this. I didn't bring you here to convince you-"
"No, no-" Wooyoung laughs again, cupping the sides of San's face with his hands. He's extremely tired, and a bit delirious, but he's never been so sure of something before. "San'ah, I'm serious. I'm not being pressured into saying anything. I mean it."
San smiles at him, leaning down to meet Wooyoung in a gentle kiss. Wooyoung smiles into the kiss, pulling San closer, melting into him the longer they meld together. Wooyoung gently pushes San up with his palms on his shoulders, smiling at him tiredly. "Is that a yes?"
