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

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Days go by quickly to the point Wooyoung wakes up on the morning of their first concert in Seoul. It's a little past ten, the sun is shining brightly outside, signaling another scorching day and all he wants to do is lay in bed and go back to sleep. He sighs loudly and stretches his arms to the sides. The bed is empty next to him, but not cold, sign San has woken up not too long ago. He doesn't really know what to say for now about the whole tension thing between them, but it's still there, suffocating the seconds away sometimes. He didn't ask the older if he's okay again, because, a part of him already knew what the answer would be. I'm okay, Wooyoung, why wouldn't I be? And then San would give him a fake ass chuckle and go back to his own business. But is he really okay?

Wooyoung is pretty sure something's up with him, he just doesn't seem to figure out what. They're pretty close now, so he should know already he can open up as well just the way he did. They're good friends, not simply strangers. It hurts a little, knowing San hides something from him so openly when they clearly both know he's a bad liar, but for now, all he can do is focus on the upcoming concert and hope the older will open up eventually about whatever keeps him so on edge lately.

He sits up from the bed and goes over to the window to open it. The warm air slaps him across his face like a whip, making Wooyoung curse under his breath. He walks out of the bedroom, not bothering to close the door and the nice smell of food drowns his nose. With the silence of a cat, Wooyoung enters the kitchen and decides to be a creep and stare at San as his back faces him. An Exo song plays in the background, barely audible over the loud sound of something being cooked over the stove. San sings the lyrics, but it's more of a hum, and his head bounces up and down on the beat. He's still dressed in his pajamas, but all Wooyoung sees are his prominent back muscles. His mouth goes dry all of a sudden and he can't even blink properly. San always wore tight fitted t-shirts around the house, so seeing his bulky figure was never a problem, so how come, at ten in the morning, he's almost drooling over his back muscles?

You've lost it, he tells himself in mind. You completely lost it.

But San is hot, always has been... If only he would be allowed to stare at him all the time, admire him, take in his sight all he wants, hug him and touch him as he pleases, but he can't do that. He'd be a creep in his eyes if he did and Wooyoung's not a creep, he's a decent human being with standards.

He makes his presence noticed to the oblivious young man by taking a glass of water and filling it with fresh water.

"Morning." He calls.

San flinches and slowly turns towards him, his expression denoting he just got spooked. Wooyoung smiles sweetly at the sight.

"Why are you so silent all the time?" The older whines and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Because your reactions are quite funny to witness." This is a lie, he just likes to stare at him, make up sweet scenarios and then come back to his painful reality where he cannot have San at all. If only he could live in his dreams all the time.

"Very funny." San mumbles more to himself. Wooyoung notices the way his ears catch up to a reddish color quickly. Leaving his half empty glass of water behind, Wooyoung walks up to him and leans into his side. He's glad San likes skinship, otherwise his pure existence would be way too painful. Like this, he can still have a small part of the older in the most platonic way ever. "What?" San chuckles in amusement when the younger rests his chin on his shoulder. He can still smell the faint trace of San's sweet shower gel.

"Just taking a look at what you're doing."

San hums in response.

"I'm making some Tamagoyaki for later if we get hungry. Pack some kimchi for me please."