yours truly, 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

It's been an entire month since San's phone call to Wooyoung.

It scared the shit out of him.

Wooyoung has been avoiding San for almost a month. He didn't leave the house and asked Yunho for vocal classes in the late afternoons when he knew San wouldn't be in the company. He practiced from midnight to the early hours of the day before going home and sleeping until the afternoon.

There were tons of missed calls and messages from San that he had muted, he couldn't even bear the thought of looking at them.

Wooyoung felt bad, but he didn't know if he could put any amount of trust in someone else like he did with Yeosang.

~~~

San would come to work everyday, looking for a certain someone. He would even ask Yunho and the other would just shake his head. San was suspicious about Yunho's response. So one day, after San had gotten tired of waiting, he found Yunho in the hallway. He cornered the other and looked up at the tall man with an angry expression which to Yunho, slightly resembled a mad kitten.

"You know where Wooyoung has been. You would've been much more worried if he was kidnapped or something," San said. Yunho let out a short chuckle at San's absurd assumptions but quickly went back to a serious expression.

"San... he asked me not to tell you," Yunho started, immediately being cut off by San's anxious words.

"Why not? Did I do something?" San asked, worry laced in his tone. Yunho just sighed and hung his head low as he kept his gaze on the ground.

"Just- wait for him. Alright? He doesn't know what to feel right now," Yunho explained vaguely. San just sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay. I will. Thank you," San said before walking away.

~~~

San waited for Wooyoung alright. Every morning he was at the company early, waiting for the man to walk through the front doors. This went on for a few more weeks before San started feeling hopeless.

It had been almost two months since they last saw or spoke to eachother. San hated every pitiful glance Yunho shot his when he walked into the building every morning. It made him feel like he'd never see Wooyoung again.

One morning, San arrived at the company around four am due to an early flight the boy group he helped manage was leaving in a few hours. Thankfully, San would be able to stay in Korea since there was a separate management team waiting at the groups destination.

San hadn't forgotten to take his usual seat beside a coffee machine in the lobby that was right in front of the entrance doors. He had already been waiting for a few minutes when he decided to take out his phone and double check his messages. As he expected, there was no response from Wooyoung. As he was checking, a figure walked up to the coffee machine and started brewing a cup. San didn't bother to look up since he hadn't heard the front doors open. Just as he was putting his phone back into his jacket pocket, the voice he heard nearly made him drop the phone on the ground.

He was certain he forgot that voice. But now that he's hearing it, he realizes how much he craved it.

"What are you doing here so early?" Wooyoung asked in a seemingly purring voice. San didn't even know how to react. He stared up at Wooyoung slack-jawed and eyes wide.

"Woo- What... How..." San stumbled over his words, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red with every word he stumbled over. Wooyoung just stared down at San with a small smirk, something dark in his eyes twinkled every so often.

"I missed you," San ended up whispering.

In response, he felt Wooyoung's hand wrap around his own and pull him up. Next thing he knew, he was in the restroom where it all started.

He barely had time to process Wooyoung wrapping his arms around San's neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss. San immediately obliged and kissed the younger back, wrapping his hands around his waist and pulling him closer. A content sigh escaped Wooyoung's mouth as he ran his fingers through San's hair.

Things were escalating quickly, their tongues tangling messily as San let out low groans every time Wooyoung nibbled at his lower lip.

Soon enough, San lifted Wooyoung by his waist onto the counter, pushing the others legs open and stepping between his thighs, resting his hands on the fabric of Wooyoung's shorts.

The two broke the kiss to catch their breath, staring into each others eyes with not yet love, but lust.

San made the first move and lightly trailed his fingers under Wooyoung's shorts, caressing his inner thighs softly. Wooyoung's breath hitched in response, causing San to look up at him.

"Why now?" San asked, pulling his hands away suddenly and earning a slightly frustrated groan from Wooyoung.

"I'm sorry, San. I didn't know what I was thinking. I ran when I shouldn't have," Wooyoung admitted.

San wanted the weight on his shoulders to disappear from the youngers words, but it didn't.

"So you come and make out with me to make up for it?" San tested. Wooyoung looked a bit hurt by San's question, but he had a right to know.

"I want you, San. This is all I need right now," Wooyoung said in a slightly pleading tone. San tried not to look into those helpless, needy eyes, but he eventually got sucked in.

San stared at Wooyoung and vice versa. The two stayed like that for a few long moments.

As much as San knew he needed to run, he couldn't help but find himself leading a trail of light kisses down Wooyoung's neck. He cursed himself for the lack of control. Wooyoung just showed up out of nowhere after two months, seeming just for sex. But San needed Wooyoung too. So he decided to give the both of them a reward for waiting so long.

"Answer my texts. Because I'll be sending you my address. Meet me there at six, Woo. Can you do that?" San asked in a husky voice. Wooyoung shivered lightly at the feeling of San's breath against his neck and nodded quickly.

"Yes. I'll be there. Thank you, Sannie," Wooyoung said. San looked Wooyoung in the eyes and let a small smile spread across his lips. Wooyoung mirrored his expression. San gave Wooyoung a small peck against his lips.

As much as he didn't want to do it, San pried himself from in between Wooyoung's legs and left the bathroom alone. Letting his thoughts run wild at the simple thought of what will happen later. The poor man could barely focus on rounding up the group members he was so distracted.