yours truly, 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

The next few weeks were filled with nights spent over at San's apartment, sneaking glances at each other at the company, and heated meetings in the practice rooms.

In Wooyoung's opinion, the best part about staying over at San's place was that they really only cuddled now, nothing more. Their lust would be settled earlier in the day on the cold wooden floor of the practice room. That left their nights free for movies, junk food, and cuddling.

Tonight, however, consisted of the two men being all over each other. They didn't know what exactly it was, but neither of them could get enough.

Their sweaty bodies clung onto one another as if someone would run away at any moment. Wooyoung smiled when San tucked a stray hair behind his ear.

The two laid on the bed in silence, listening to the tv play a show quietly in the background.

After a few moments of silence, San clears his throat. Wooyoung knew what that meant.

These past few weeks Wooyoung had been narrowly avoiding conversations about their current relationship. They never settled on anything, not even fuck-buddies. And to San, he didn't even think they settled on friends either.

Wooyoung slowly lifted his head to look up at San and met his gaze. Those dark, loving eyes staring into his own.

Oh, how he dreaded that look.

The all too familiar look of love.

Wooyoung wasn't sure if he was ready to commit to anyone like he had with Yeosang. It was still scary to him. But San didn't deserve to suffer if that was the case.

"I wanted to ask you, and please don't run away this time," San started. Wooyoung chuckled softly, finding the way he always cowered in fear at any serious topic remotely about love a bit amusing.

"I want to know what we are. For real. I want you Wooyoung, but do you want me back?" San asked. Wooyoung looked away from San and stayed silent.

It's not that he didn't want San. In reality, San was literally all he wanted. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

When the silence went on for too long, Wooyoung felt San's grip around him loosen. A long sigh escaped San's lips as he sat up, placing a finger under the man's chin making Wooyoung look him in the eye.

"Tell me, Wooyoung. Do you want me like I want you," San said once again. Wooyoung felt his lip quiver and looked down at the dark bed sheets. He felt tears slipping down his cheeks but did nothing to try to stop them. San stayed silent, taking everything in.

He may have read the room wrong, but it felt like Wooyoung wanted nothing to do with him based on the man's reaction. San stood up and went to his closet, handing Wooyoung a hoodie that he knew would come down to his upper thighs since he usually wore his clothes a bit more baggy.

Wooyoung looked up at San with tears in his eyes. San looked away. He couldn't bear to see Wooyoung in this state. That's why he had to let go.

In that moment, Wooyoung felt his heart break for the second time, but this time it was worse.

He pulled the hoodie over his head and got off the bed, slipping on a pair of boxers and his shorts from earlier before walking out of the bedroom.

San couldn't help but follow. He watched as Wooyoung slipped on his shoes and opened the door.

"I'll wait for you, Wooyoung. But it's clear you need time to heal," San said, his voice strained from trying to push back the tears welling in his eyes. There was no reply from the ladder, just the soft click of the door latching shut behind San's only love.

~~~

Wooyoung was all San saw nowadays. All over the company were posters, tvs playing his newest music video, and his album displayed on multiple floors of the building. His blonde hair and heavy eyeliner displayed a rebellious kind of aura. As if he were a teenager again and all he wanted to do was be on the stage.

All he wanted to do was talk to him. But it wasn't that easy. When San would see Wooyoung passing him in the hallways, he would look down at his phone or enter the nearest room to avoid the other. He did it to try to tell himself that this was a way Wooyoung had to heal.

When in Wooyoungs perspective, it was breaking him more and more.

San listened to Wooyoung's songs, bought his album and supported his music show appearances. But he just couldn't stand to face the man in person. Not yet. Not when he was in the middle of preparing.

One morning, San was heading to his office to finish up some paperwork. As he rounded the corner, he found Wooyoung waiting just outside the door. His baggy outfit was all black, the hood over his head made him cast a mysterious aura.

San slowed his pace in hesitation, nearly turning around and finding something else to do until the man left. But it was too late.

Both men locked eyes. They were staring at eachother from across the hallway.

There was something about Wooyoung's expression, something dull and sad. San knew it was because of his actions, he just didn't know what else to do.

After a deep breath, San stepped up to his office door, unlocking it and opening the door without a word. Wooyoung followed behind the other silently and closed the door. Once the both of them were seated, San just stared at Wooyoung, almost expressionless. He didn't know what to feel at all.

"Congratulations. I heard your song. It's really good," San said to ease the tense atmosphere of the small office. Wooyoung's lip quirked upward.

"Thank you. It was worth all the practice."

Silence once again.

"How have you been?" San asked. Wooyoung let out a small scoff and shrugged.

"Well, since you kicked me out of your apartment because I needed 'healing'" Wooyoung motioned his fingers in an air-quoting motion. He took a deep breath before uttering his next words.

"I took your advice. I healed. I haven't changed at all though. I'm still the same Wooyoung from before. But I hope you're still waiting for me. Because I want you, San."

To be honest, San thought Wooyoung had moved on. San certainly hadn't, but he had always hopes Wooyoung felt the same. That's why Wooyoung's next words caught him by complete surprise.

"I want you to be mine."