enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

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As Mingi gently pulled San away from Wooyoung's car, he remembered that they had arrived together and Wooyoung lived far away. But the drunk male resisted, protesting. "We're back together, Mingi," he whined, his voice laced with a mixture of alcohol and longing. "I want to wake up to my wooyoung."

Wooyoung smiled widely, feeling happy to be "his Wooyoung." He took San's hand and said, "It's okay, I'll bring him with me." Wooyoung couldn't lie but also wanted to wake up with San by his side; he actually longed for it since yesterday. Mingi hesitated momentarily before nodding; he wouldn't meddle in their relationship anymore.

"Sannie, Let's go home now," Wooyoung says to the drunk male, who smiles big. San asked Wooyoung for a kiss, but Wooyoung hesitated since San had just thrown up. Instead, he kisses him on the cheek before looking at Changmin. "Let's go, Q," Wooyoung calls him by nickname, and Changmin shakes his head.

"I'll just take an Uber to my friend's house. Get home safe, okay?" Changmin showed his phone to Wooyoung, who nodded in understanding. Wooyoung bid goodbye to Mingi before taking San to his car.

As Wooyoung fastens San's seat belt, he can't help but notice the slurred speech and disoriented behavior. He hums a tune to calm his friend down, but San suddenly blurts out a question that catches him off guard. "Wooyoungie, you aren't dating that guy, right?"

Wooyoung chuckles softly, relieved that San's question is not about the accident they were involved in. He replies honestly, "No, he's just my friend." Wooyoung knows this is just the beginning of San's many questions, sober or not. He realizes that he has let his husband down and will take time to regain his trust." I can only give you one chance."

"I know, and I'll do anything to prove myself to you," Wooyoung says, starting the car. He drives into the streets of Seoul and hears light snores from the elder as he drives home.

As the morning light filtered through the blinds, Wooyoung awoke in San's hold, nestled into the soft expanse of a queen-sized bed. San's breathing was a rhythm of comfort, the adorable 'choo~' that followed each breath out a melody that Wooyoung hadn't realized he'd yearned to hear again.

He kissed San's fevered forehead, a silent prayer that this warmth wasn't the harbinger of illness. With a swift tenderness, Wooyoung extricated himself and reached for a cool rag, dabbing it gently across San's skin, hoping to offer relief.

Humming a tune that echoed the room's tranquility, Wooyoung watched over San, his heart caught between chords. When San stirred, his eyes blinked open, clouded with the remnants of sleep and uncertainty. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur that sent a shiver down Wooyoung's spine.

In that fleeting second, Wooyoung's world stood still, the air heavy with unspoken questions. Did San remember? Did he regret it?

San pushed his glasses up his nose, breaking the tension in the room. "Morning," he said with a raspy yet playful voice. Wooyoung felt relieved, and the fears of the night disappeared. The sun's warmth seemed to fill the room, and they faced the clarity of the day together.

The morning was serene after a night of revelry. Wooyoung moved around the room with ease, taking care of San with a gentle and knowing touch. The world outside stirred to life, but time seemed to slow down inside as they focused on care and recovery.

San sat with his head in his hands and vowed to quit drinking, as most people do when they experience a hangover. Wooyoung found it amusing but chose not to express his doubts. Instead, he prepared a breakfast that could calm and strengthen San, a gesture of his unwavering support.

As they ate, the distance of the previous night's silence began to close. They caught up with the ease of two souls relearning the rhythm of their dance. When San queried about Wooyoung's companion from the night before, Wooyoung explained simply, "Oh, that's my friend Changmin; he's only a friend and super nice." A smile punctuated his words, a little insight into the brotherhood that had been his solace.