❥・ 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 mentions of anxiety/mental health in this chapter, as well as minor discussions about therapy, and non-explicit sexual content. Please do not read any further if these topics are sensitive to you.
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"Woo-"
A voice gently disturbs Wooyoung out of his incoherent stupor, eyes unable to open, a groggy hum leaving his lips as he feels too tired to be able to formulate a response.
"Hmm?"
"I've gotta go to class." San says softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hand settling over Wooyoung's covered hip.
"Already?" Wooyoung tiredly breathed out, stretching his arms out barely, too lazy to open his eyes still.
"Unfortunately. Fridays are my early days." San gently moves hair out of Wooyoung's face, even though his eyes were still closed. Wooyoung smiles at him sleepily, turning on his back slightly, finally blinking himself awake to look at San.
"What time will you be back?"
"Probably three." San frowns, running his hand along the side of Wooyoung's thigh. "It's a longer day."
"Time's it now?" Wooyoung glances at his phone, too tired to reach for it. San follows his gaze and grabs his phone for him, handing it over. "My god, it's only eight?"
"Yeah," San smiles at him. "You were dead asleep."
"I felt dead." Wooyoung scoffs, turning his phone back off and laying it down on his stomach. "I might go back to sleep, though. I'm still tired."
"Okay. I'll text you a bit later, then." San moves his hand to grab Wooyoung's, soothing his thumb and fingers overtop of Wooyoung's soft skin. Wooyoung smiles at him, leaning into his pillow.
"M'kay." Wooyoung feels as San intertwines their fingers, pulling his hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. "Can you call me when you have a break?"
"Of course I will." San lowers their hands back down. "Remember the plan, yeah?"
"Yeah." Wooyoung hums.
"I trust you." San looks at him fondly, hoping that his words reach Wooyoung in the way he intended to. A mild bout of reassurance, something that would hopefully carry the younger throughout his day while he's away; anything to give him peace of mind. Wooyoung smiles at him, squeezing San's hand.
"Thank you."
San smiles back, leaning closer, giving him a quick kiss. "I love you."
"I love you." Wooyoung murmurs back, feeling San squeeze his hand in return before letting go and rising from the bed. Wooyoung watches him leave momentarily, turning back over to his side, allowing the darkness of their bedroom to cast over his senses. San leaves the room after, closing the door behind him as he goes.
