Soundleasure | Choi San

Chapter 23

Wooyoung smiled when he accidentally eyed San's phone, getting a glimpse of the cringey conversation they were having, while his friend tried to hide his smile, only getting his dimples to mark even more on his cheeks. It was early in the morning, and there they were: being all over each other through texts as if they didn't spend almost every day together.

A fake tone of annoyance went along his sigh, getting Mingi's attention -who got a hint of what Wooyoung was planning to do before he could open his mouth.

—You're going to give me cavities of how cloying you two are —he teased him, sitting next to Mingi.

—Don't read my texts, then —San immediately replied, still paying attention to the texts that kept coming in—. That's your karma for always being nosey.

—I mean, he has a point —Mingi's morning voice sounded deeper than usual, having his two friends having a hard time taking him seriously.

—I blinked so you'd play along, what the hell are you doing? —Wooyoung called him out.

Before that could evolve into a bickering, San interrupted the two of them with a question.

—How's the event going? —Wooyoung immediately turned to him after his question, smiling widely.

—Great. Y/n actually listens and is up for ideas, unlike you all who only complain about every single idea I come up with.

—Are you sure those are your ideas and not hers? —Mingi questioned again.

—I'm the most demanded event planner in my company. Think again, BigFoot —Wooyoung spat—. She still has great ideas though, it isn't like she needs my help at all.

—Thank you for helping her —San said, finally leaving his phone on the kitchen table.

—She's one of us now, it's the least I can do —he shrugged.

—Why does it sound like we're part of a cult? —Mingi intervened again, while leaving his tea cup back on the table.

—Because we are —his eyebrows lifted with his smirk—. Why do you think we keep accepting people in?

—Yeah, sure —Mingi patted his upper arm, almost laughing at what his friend said.

—Didn't you know? We used you for that. You brought Yunho, and the rest just came by themselves —San continued the joke—. The time you also spent almost a weekend sleeping, what do you think it was about?

—One kidney less...

—I can't take either of you seriously —Mingi said last, getting up from his chair while picking the toast from his plate.

Wooyoung waited for their friend to get out of the kitchen, while looking at his phone, to turn to San again.

—I see things went well with Y/n the other day.

—Yeah, she's so understanding... I don't understand where she came from, the only thing I know is I'm thankful as fuck.

—It's not enough to be thankful —Wooyoung called him out.

At the slightly furrow of San's thick eyebrows, his friend simply rolled his eyes before he continued his speech.

—What were you scared of?

—Losing her? —San mumbled.

—And what's a good way to make sure you won't lose her?

—Marry her?

Wooyoung flicked San's forehead through his bangs, making him whine at the sudden impact of his middle finger.

—No, dumbass. Becoming everything she needs. Let's put it this way: you like chocolate, do you need chocolate? —San, still confused, shook his head— Chocolate is good at punctual times. But when you eat it a lot, what happens?