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When the words 'I promise,' left San's lips; Wooyoung couldn't help but fall even harder.
He wanted to believe San, he really did, it was just hard because of his part relationship; something he'd rather not even discuss.
Around an hour later they went back to San's place.
"Are you gonna stay the night or go back home? It's kind of late. I didn't know we'd be out that long." San said to Wooyoung apologetically as he placed all the shopping bags down on the kitchen counter."
Wooyoung's heart always raced when San showed that he cared and that he was really sincere about everything he said.
"I'll stay. I'll just text Yeo..."
San nodded and went up the stairs to go shower and change. He stopped at the top step. He cleared his throat as he turned to look at Wooyoung who was texting. "Wanna uhm....join...me?"
Wooyoung blushed and looked up at San who was still standing at the steps. "J-join you?"
"In the shower. It's fine if you don't..." He smiled a little; it not reaching his eyes, but Wooyoung already knew that even if he didn't want it, San would understand.
Taking a shower together seemed intimate and more involved with close relationships; in Wooyoung's eyes at least, but he liked San, he felt things for him. He gave a soft smile; placing his phone down on the counter. "I'll join you."
Wooyoung saw San's eyes light up. He gave a small smile and nodded his head before heading further down the upstairs hall. Wooyoung quickly followed and made his way upstairs; following San into the bathroom; which was of course big and spacious, very soothing for Wooyoung's liking.
San turned on the water. "Do you like cold showers or hot?"
Wooyoung wasn't expecting such a question, it melted his heart though. The little things San did for him, even if it was just a small gesture, Wooyoung loved it.
"Can you make it more on the colder side but not...super cold?"
San smiled a little and nodded at Wooyoung's answer. "Of course pretty."
Wooyoung blushed and placed his hand on his own shoulder; gently gripping it and rubbing his arm; from nerves? Anxiety? Who knew at this point.
It got worse when San started undressing, his shirt off first then his belt and his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Wooyoung couldn't help but stare. San's body was perfect, he was broad, big and muscular in the perfect way. For some reason. Wooyoung felt insecure? He's never felt like that before. Was it because he liked San so much to the point he thought he could disappoint him or dissatisfy him?
