Broken Dancer // Woosan

Happy and Hungover

San woke up the next morning, expecting Wooyoung to be gone just like always. But to his surprise, the student stayed in his arms all night.

The professor debated whether he should wake him, but he was afraid that if he did, he'd never have this again.

But then he processed who was in bed with him.

"Hey." San lightly shook the boy. "Wooyoung." The student whined, holding the professor tighter. "Wake up, we gotta talk."

"I don't wanna." He mumbled into San's chest.

"I think we have to."

"Tell me what you meant last night."

"Look at me."

"No, tell me."

"Look at me so I can tell you."

Wooyoung pulled away from the professor, instantly noticing the fear in his eyes. He figured, once he had a clearer head, he'd regret their night. Even if they only laid close together and cuddled, nothing more.

"Okay."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Saying all those things to you. They couldn't be further from the truth."

"I understand. I don't blame you."

San wished he could reach up and caress Wooyoung's cheek to comfort him.

"What do you want from me exactly?" He remained calm as he asked, only wanting the truth. "Are you trying to mess with my job? Are you-"

"No." Wooyoung stressed, hurt that he would believe that. But he still wasn't sure if explaining himself would make matters worse.

"Then tell me."

"I can't." He shook his head, terrified for the outcome.

"Why not?"

"Because you'll definitely hate me if I do."

San was beginning to believe the worst, creating a pit in his stomach. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe Wooyoung knew how he felt the entire time. His overthinking would drive him mad if he didn't get the answer.

"I promise, I won't. Just tell me, it's okay." Wooyoung's eyes became glossy, suddenly panicking. He wanted to be honest, but he was afraid of the anger and rejection he knew would come his way. "Hey, hey, it's okay." San whispered, wiping his tears away. "I'm not gonna be upset."

"But you'll be really freaked out, and you'll hate me, and-"

"I think we're past that." San softly smiled. "It's okay, just breathe."

"Um." Wooyoung sniffled, feeling like his entire world had come crashing down. "I know you're my professor...was. So I'm really sorry. But I...nope can't do it." He shook his head, on the verge of a panic attack.

"I love you." San blurted out, equally as afraid.

"Oh my god." He gasped, never expecting him to feel the same. "Oh my god, San."

"I'm sorry." But to the professor, that reaction only meant one thing - he was disgusted. "I'm so sorry." San felt his heart shatter, angry for admitting to something so dangerous.

"No, that's it." Wooyoung nodded, hardly able to speak. "That's why."

"What's why? Huh?"

"Yeah." The words simply wouldn't come out no matter how hard he tried.

"Wooyoung, what-"

He cut the professor off with a kiss. One that felt so passionate and warm, so filled with love that neither would ever forget. It was a real kiss. Not a sloppy make out with the smell of alcohol and sweat intertwined. This was what they both dreamed of since the moment they truly laid eyes on one another.