take all of me || woosan [discontinued]

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hii, i'm back temporarily, i cant promise regular uploads but i will do my best to write whenever i have free time. :) i got a job and moved places, so life is a little hectic rn. please forgive me 🐱🐱🐱

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san is about to scream, when suddenly there is a knock on his door.

he quickly sits up straight, throwing the blanket he's cuddled into, to the side and puts the laptop on his lap, before he says, with the most normal sounding voice he can manage right now, "yeah?"

after not even a second, wooyoung opens the door to his room.

"hi sannie, i wanted to-" he begins but stops talking when his eyes land on that bit of chipped of wall, where san threw his phone against it and the phone laying discarded on the floor.

"are you okay?", he asks instead and san can tell from the look on his face that wooyoung is genuinely worried about him.

san sighs and looks his flatmate in the eyes.

"not really...", he says then, having to look away from the smaller, the look of concern is making the blond feel even more horrible and guilty than before.

at that, wooyoung steps into san's room, gesturing towards the bed, as if to ask if he can sit down with him.

the taller male shrugs, unsure of what to say but wooyoung must take it as a yes, because he immediately sits down next to him, putting his hand on san's thigh.

he flinches when he feels the smallers warm hand on his leg, wanting to pull away but the softness and gentle touch of said hand feels good and san just wants to have some comfort right now - even though said comfort is coming from the person who caused his discomfort in the first place.

"whats wrong?", the black haired asks. "do you want to talk about it?"

"i do, but i'm afraid you're the wrong person to talk to right now", san answers honestly but then he sighs again, "no you know what. i do want to talk about it."

"okay sure, go on then", wooyoung smiles at him, very sweetly.

"i-... i watched porn."

"okay and that's a problem because?", the smaller sounds a little confused, his smile turning a little crooked.

"it's a problem because i watched your porn", san admits, feeling absolutely ashamed as his glance turns away from the smaller, looking at where his hand is resting on his leg.

and instead of being offended for san calling him out for making porn, or laughing at him, wooyoung just full on grins at him and has the audacity to say, "i know."

at that san looks up again, full on staring at him.

"how do you know? did you hear it? did you-" he sounds actually in distress, not able to believe that he just heard this right, but wooyoung just shakes his head and laughs a little. his thumb is stroking over the skin of san's thigh and san is suddenly hit with the weight of wooyoungs hand on there.

"when we first met, you asked me if you know me from somewhere. that's how i know."

"wha-"

"people sometimes ask me that question, so i'm used to it, don't worry", wooyoung gives him a smile and then removes his hand from the blond's thigh. "and now let's eat, okay?"

san still can't believe what's going on, can't believe how chill wooyoung reacts to him confessing having seen the porn he made, having seen him do ... those things. he wishes he could just burn the images from his mind, banish them from ever coming back, finding their way into his brain as if they are forever carved into his memory.

he can still faintly hear the voice of his father when he concentrates on it and for one second he wishes he was normal. he was like everyone else who could just accept others and maybe even himself being gay. but no, he must have been the guy who grew up with a homophobic father, with a father who hit him when he cried, with a father who hated him for showing any signs of weakness.

san sighs and then gets up after wooyoung.

"yeah, let's eat."