Infinitessimaly closer. || Woosan

1. The Greys

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It's way too early when Wooyoung slides against the covers, tucking close to San, fists clenched against his shirt.

"There's a problem with the coffee machine," he whines. "I'm going back to bed."

Sleepily, San laughs, a low rumble as he drifts in and out of sleep.

"That's my bed," he manages to slur out.

Wooyoung hums, nosing San's collarbones.

"Mine's gone cold," he replies, a sensible answer.

Just another morning in San's life.

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Wooyoung is San's best friend, his flatmate, his brother in-arms. He's the most precious person in his life. He is the love of his life, except that he and Wooyoung don't have the same meaning to their matching tattoos. While Wooyoung's eternal form of friendship follows him to the altar, San wishes he was at the altar with him. Wooyoung's San's best friend, not his husband-to-be.

Most days, it's fine, San's made his peace with it. He's used to their proximity, both emotional and physical, used to the idea that it doesn't mean more intimacy than what he wishes for.

So, Wooyoung slipping into San's bed is a normal occurrence with no underlying romance or lust under it, to San's repressed dismay.

Wooyoung doesn't know about San's feelings. It would be too dangerous out in the open. It would risk ruining the years of building the strong friendship they have now. And not having Wooyoung as his best friend would hurt more than whatever feelings he has for him.

It's nothing he can't push deep down, under many layers of denial and coping mechanisms, one night flings, and mind-numbing meditation techniques.

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Just another day in San's life : Wooyoung slides under his covers and curls around him. Wooyoung snakes as close as he can and San prays for him not to feel how fast his heart is beating. He's barely breathing, trying to pretend he's fallen back asleep, but all he can think about is the warmth where Wooyoung's snuggled against him.

Despite years of Wooyoung getting into his bed more often than not, San still has to unlock the mastery of pretending he didn't wish he could turn around and kiss Wooyoung's head, kiss him until he looks back up so San can kiss his lips instead.

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The coffee machine only needed a little limescale treatment, nothing San can't solve with a half hour soak and to-go-coffee to meet Wooyoung's needs. By the time it's dripping again, Wooyoung's reading in the kitchen while San facetimes his mom. He hasn't talked to her for a week. It's nice to catch up.

"Remember your sister's wedding next week," she says, like Haneul isn't sending her every update in the making of said wedding.

"I won't forget," he reassures her.

"You're bringing Wooyoung right?" his mom asks. San had thought of it, since Haneul and Wooyoung have known each other for years now, but for his mom to ask it feels weird. He must look weird, because she adds : "You're not thinking of hiding your boyfriend, are you?"

And fucking Wooyoung pops behind him. San can see him smiling to the camera.

"No chance, ma'am. We come together. Attached by the hip."

San frowns at him, muttering, "Boyfriends," between gritted teeth.

Wooyoung smiles brightly.

"Aren't I, sweetheart?"