strawberry shortcake

29. threat

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San sighed in content while curling up more into himself. Wooyoung's arms around him tightened, the two of them enjoying the comfortable silence.

There was nothing that could compare to quiet, peaceful mornings when they laid in silence, lost in their thoughts while being cuddled up to the person that meant the most for them.

"Are you hungry?" San carefully turned in his arms so they faced each other. He searched Wooyoung's eyes for a few seconds for an answer in any kind.

"Kinda. I'm not feeling like getting out of the bed today though." Wooyoung smiled with sad eyes, trying to hide the regret that made his chest constrict. It wasn't unusual for him to feel this way.

It happened a lot less since Seonghwa came back since he was calmer, but after they sold Minho he felt guilt he hasn't felt before. The torture the older had gone through must've been terrible, he didn't even want to imagine. He felt especially so much guilt for being the one who did that to him. They ruined his life.

San carefully untangled his hand from Wooyoung's and lifted it up to his cheek to caress it.

The younger slightly shifted into his touch, closing his eyes once again to fully take in the warm feeling spreading in his chest. "That's alright. I'll cover your work."

"No I don't want that. I need to get over my laziness." San was always so gentle and loving with him. He didn't know what he did to deserve such treatment, yet he was incredibly grateful for him.

"It's not laziness Yough-ah, we both know that."

Although he was glad his boyfriend viewed it in that way, he couldn't help but feel guilty for being this way. "Still."

The older smiled, leaning over to press a small kiss on Wooyoung's cheek. "I'll bring you something for breakfast and then we'll cuddle until approximately two pm because I have to meet a client at three."

How could Wooyoung say no to that? "Sounds like a plan."

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"Hongjoong is still sick.." San started with a sigh as he carefully balanced a tray filled with food and drinks. His presence gained the attention of Wooyoung, who was until then scrolling on his phone.

He didn't have any friends aside from the guys that surrounded him, and social medias weren't exactly allowed for it could reveal some information of the world they lived in, though they weren't prohibited either. Even though he couldn't post anything, it didn't bother him. Social media gave Wooyoung anxiety, he used them only to check up on his favorite artists.

San shared his passion for music and their room looked like it. Posters covered the walls, albums were neatly placed on shelves and two guitars perfectly stood right in the right corner. They barely got to play, but it was relaxing when they got to it.

Besides social media he enjoyed scrolling through his gallery. There was an unhealthy amount of photos and videos there with the both of them or only San. Captures of cute, fun, happy, sad, romantic or rather sensual that was meant only for their eyes and properly hidden so it would stay that way.

"That's not everything you wanted to say." Wooyoung put the phone down. While sitting up, the duvet slid down his torso that was covered only in San's oversized t-shirt and folded in his lap. The t-shirt slightly slipped from his shoulder, revealing his milky skin and pretty collarbones that San loved to cover in kisses.