FANSERVICE PARADOX || w o o s a n ||

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There are quite few things San regrets doing in his short life, but one of them clearly must be searching woosan on the internet. Why did he do it? He has no fucking answer to this question. He is sure though, that this is one of his biggest mistakes he has ever done. First of all it was dumb to even think of doing so, he could have just talked with Wooyoung about how to improve that annoying fanservice they had to do, it might have been easier and less dangerous. Second of all, he started feeling weird ever since and recognizing the symptoms made him want to smash his head into a wall lately. THIRD OF ALL, Mingi and Yunho never let it slide ever since that evening practice.

It's been a week already, the comeback was getting nearer by each day now and every single fucking day he would see those two idiots giggling, making jokes around him, insisting he told them the details... THERE ARE NO DETAILS, period. He fucked up, made a mistake by searching and that was it. Right?

Today is no different. They practiced the whole day, ate together, listened to some of the new songs, commented on who sounded the best and that was about it.

San sighs loudly as he throws a towel in his bag, followed by a damp t-shirt and his now empty water bottle. It's already midnight, everybody's tired and silent and he actually prays to God that those two idiots are too exhausted to approach him. He zips his bag, throws it over his shoulder, spins around lightly and bumps into a hard chest. He has to hold in a sigh as he glares up at a smirking Mingi. Is he for real? Can he not read the fucking room? Can he not drop it and let him live? Is San asking for too much?

"Do you want to grab a drink with us?" He drops the invite right before his eyes. San pats his shoulder lightly and shakes his head in response. Maybe he read the room all wrong and he just wants to have a chat, after all, they've been busy these past weeks and ever since moving out, they stopped spending their time together that much. San kind of missed it, but at the same time he didn't. "Oh come on!" Mingi whines like a child and clings onto his arm as he starts walking towards the rest of the guys. "We haven't had a chat in ages. It's like you don't even acknowledge us!"

"Now that's harsh." San shoots back and smacks his bicep.

"We're all busy Mingi." Hongjoong, who must have overheard him whining, interferes in the conversation. He runs a hand through his freshly dyed blue hair and tries not to glare at the younger. "And tired." He adds right away, earning a pout from the pink haired guy.

"Just say yes." Yunho jumps in as well and San suddenly finds himself trapped in a back hug coming from the older. "We don't have a schedule tomorrow, you can sleep over like good old times." The arms squeeze around him tightly. "You don't even have to drink."

"Pretty please?" Mingi proceeds to blink at him innocently and San just know he has zero ways out of this. He also knows, deep down, they will have the chat he so much has tried to avoid.

San sighs loudly.

"Fine, but I won't sleep over."

Luckily for him, they were both fine with just having a late night chat that hopefully, for San, wouldn't last more than an hour because he really is tired and hungry and sweaty and filthy and he just wants to have a shower and slam himself into his comfy bed. He finds himself in the back seat of the van, with Wooyoung in his left dozed off against the window. Half of his face is covered by his long hair, but he still manages to notice the way his lips are slightly parted. Yeosang is right in front of him and because of his soft voice which rings all over the car as he explains something to Jongho, the young man slowly feels his eyes grow heavy.

He wakes up half an hour later, surrounded by the dim light from the parking lot. The van has just been parked, he figures as he blinks quickly. Yeosang yawns loudly and turns around slightly to face them. His dark eyes look like they are melting as he blinks lazily at them.