How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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A little while later, San left his house to collect his Wooyoung. Craving the presence of someone he'd only known for the better part of a half-week had never felt so good.

As he pulled into an available space outside Wooyoung's house, he turned off his ignition and stepped out, searching for the shorter who had text to let him know he'd greet him at the door. As his eyes landed on him, he warmed at the sight and headed from his car to the pathway up to the house.

Wooyoung beamed, shifting eagerly from foot to foot as San approached.

The taller looked good. Really good. In reality, he'd only thrown on a grey matching tracksuit with a white t-shirt beneath and not styled his freshly-washed hair so it hung loosely across his forehead, but all Wooyoung saw was the finest specimen to grace the Earth as he strode toward him.

Why are my knees wobbly? Is he walking in slow-motion or is it just me? What a fucking supermodel. I can see his bulge through those sweatpants. Oh fuck. I'm horny. Wooyoung attempted to blink away his rapidly spiralling inner monologue and act normal.

San took in Wooyoung's appearance like a breath of fresh air as he neared him. The shorter had on an oversized black hoodie and some paired black shorts, showing off a little too much of those slender legs that San adored, with the longer strands of his undercut styled hair framing his bare face perfectly. There he goes again with those goddamn legs. Pretty little white Nike socks too. Wait, what? Did socks always look that sexy? No. It's HIM. Maybe... I'll ask him to keep those on next time he's taking everything off.

"Hi, sweetheart." San managed to say relatively normally, still heavily battling his debaucherous thoughts.

Wooyoung smiled softly at the greeting, feeling highly pleased to have San address him normally no matter the setting. He wasn't embarrassed or treating him any different than usual.

"Hi, Sannie. You sure you want to come in before we go? It's sweet for you to want to meet them but I don't want you to feel as though you have to."

The taller shook his head. "I would like to, Youngie. I want them to know I'm not just a weird guy that's whisked away their son on his first week at a new school and made him sleep at my place." He joked, hands guiding over the shorter's waist and head resting on his shoulder as the turned to walk back inside a little.

"Okay, okay. Please for the love of God ignore anything weird they might say. They're a little excitable at the knowledge of me having a friend."

San felt as though he would always wince when Wooyoung spoke so casually about his previous loneliness. From their few early morning, through the day and late night talks about Wooyoung's prior life, he could never manage to understand how and why others could isolate and ostracise the boy the way they did. All because of his sexual orientation and their stone-age mindsets. Nobody even had the slightest interest in seeing what else Wooyoung had to offer as a person. Ah well, the joke's on them. Fucking idiots. You really missed out, he's all mine now and in a much better place. He had to constantly remind himself when he felt too irate.

San automatically dialled back the PDA as they neared Wooyoung's living area, choosing to move to walk alongside him instead. Wooyoung found the act endearingly respectful, as he did with pretty much everything San does.

"Mom, Dad, this is San." Wooyoung gestured to his side, sweetly nervous. The two greeted him welcomingly as he bowed his head.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr & Mrs Jung. Your home is beautiful." San politely stated, following Wooyoung to a seat on the sofa.

"Thank you, San! It's great to put a face to the name, Woo spoke highly of you in the few times we saw or heard from him this week." Wooyoung's father lightly jabbed at his eye-rolling son.

"Ah, ignore him darling. He's trying to make Wooyoung go all shy." Wooyoung's Mother called from the kitchen counter. "Would you like some fruit, San? I fought fair and square for the ripest mangoes in the market this morning!"

San did not like mangoes. In fact, mangoes were the only fruit he did not like. He disliked them so much that it was actually one of the first things Wooyoung had learnt about him as the taller had spoke for 5  straight minutes about how overrated and awfully textured they were, not to mention the fact the seeds had that grim fur-layer around them that freaked him out.

"Mom, San doe-"

"Yes please, Mrs Jung! I love mangoes. I'll have some. Thank you kindly."

Wooyoung shot a wide eyed look at the boy next to him, mouthing WHAT? To which San mouthed back PANICKED.

As Wooyoung's Mother handed him a full-to-the-brim bowl of mangoes, no fault of the poor woman as she only set out to be generously accommodating, San began eating his arch-nemesis food as Wooyoung sat and watched humorously. Finishing the bowl as if someone had a gun to his head, he thanked her kindly once more before placing his bowl in the sink.

"So! Are you two looking forward to tonight?" Wooyoung's dad asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'm excited to take Wooyoung to his first new-term party. They're always a lot of fun and a good chance for everyone to ease from the stress of a new school year. We usually play some fun games and just mingle, really." San spoke, still acutely aware of the shorter's apprehension of when he first suggested the idea of going.

"Sounds fun! Make sure you look after each other. You can both always come back here when your night is over. You're more than welcome to stay San. I'm sure your Mother and Father wouldn't mind the break from you two getting under their feet the last few nights!" Wooyoung's Mother laughed, clearly unaware that San's parents had been absent the whole time.

The taller chuckled, parent-mode on. "Yes ma'am, thank you for the offer! I don't think we'll be there all night anyway, the parties can be a little exhausting."

The two across from him smiled and agreed, before beginning conversation with one another idly. San felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket, taking a second to check the incoming text.

"Completely slipped my mind to tell them your folks were gone. Oops! If only they knew we had the place to ourselves and spent that time with you dry-fucking me into the floor one night and cumming hard down my throat the next! :) :) <3"