fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 6」: game night

"Guys!" San cheered as soon as the door closed behind him, the widest smile on his face. He ran his fingertips over his lips, searching for any lingering traces of Wooyoung's lips on his; they'd said their goodbyes just a little over a minute ago, but he missed him already. His boyfriend. He missed his boyfriend. "You won't believe what I have!"

"Well, it's not a sense of fucking time," a deep voice replied from the living room, followed by an irritated sigh.

"Mingi, shut up, it's been your turn for the past three minutes, do something!"

San laughed. "Hey! You started without me?!" He didn't care, not really. If he hadn't promised them that he'd show up, he would turn around, leave the apartment and go over to Wooyoung's as fast as he could. He still felt his boyfriend's kiss, the way he'd held his face and looked at him so tenderly, and his heartbeat hadn't quite slowed down yet. Though this was partly because of the witch collapsing after that fever dream of a trip too. He still couldn't believe any of it.

"It's not our fault you show up twenty minutes late. Where even were you?" Yunho replied, sounding rather bored.

San smirked to himself. "Got married," he said casually as he took his shoes off, merely frowning in annoyance when the laces tied themselves together and the shoes flew up to the ceiling, where they hung from the lamp. He really ought to talk to his boyfriend about this.

"Congrats," Mingi said.

"To whom?" Jongho asked, though he sounded only mildly interested.

"Are they rich?" Yunho asked, still bored.

San sighed and got his shoes down from the lamp, then sauntered into the living room and dropped onto the empty couch. None of his friends looked up from the circular chess board on the ground - it was made for three people, with an additional red set of pieces - on which Mingi seemed to be struggling to uphold his barrier. They were sitting on the carpet, various snacks spread out between them.

"Where's Hongjoong?" They were still missing one of them.

Jongho shrugged. "Ditched us for his partner, I guess. He was here for dinner, which I made by the way, and you missed, and then left before we could tie him down to force him to stay for once."

Yunho sighed. "Just because he's the only one who has a partner-"

"He isn't," San interrupted with a beaming smile.

"-He can't just keep leaving us. At this point we should change the name from game night to single night."

"Please leave me out of your love life crisis," Jongho said, with utter boredom watching their friend ponder the chess board.

Mingi finally moved a piece. "Maybe if you went out more and met people you'd meet someone. You're just at home all day, or you go out with me, Hongjoong, San, Jongho or all of us, of course you're gonna be single like that."

Yunho looked up at San as if to say 'Do you see what I have to deal with?', then sighed. "I already know the person I want to date, he's my friend, you know that."

"Then why don't you just confess to him?"

The other's gaze changed at the coldness in that question. "It's not that easy, I can't just-"