yours truly, 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"I want you to be mine."

San didn't even know what to say.

It had been almost six months since the two spoke to each other.

It was torture for San. Every minute of it.

"Wooyoung, I-" was all San could get out of his mouth before Wooyoung cut his sentence off.

"I know. It's been so long. And honestly, I don't even know why I didn't speak up that day. I regret it. But I'm here now and I want to belong to you," Wooyoung said in a rather quick confession. San just stared back at Wooyoung speechless.

San felt warmth around both of his hands, looking down to see that Wooyoung was now just a few inches away from San, holding his hands tight. San looked Wooyoung in the eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't think we can right now," he ended up confessing in a whisper. Fear flashed across Wooyoung's face for a second, afraid that this would be his last time ever speaking to San before the male spoke again.

"We need to take it slow. There's still so much to learn about eachother."

Wooyoung felt a huge smile spread across his face. He let out a small squeal of joy before pulling San into a warm embrace.

The two stood there for who knows how long, trying to make up for lost time.

Eventually, San pulled away, looking down at Wooyoung.

"You better go. You have schedules to get to," he said and ruffled the shorters hair gently. Wooyoung let out a small chuckle and nodded.

"I promise I won't leave again," Wooyoung said in almost a whisper. He pressed a soft kiss against San's cheek and turned to leave. San stared at the floor, hearing the soft click of the door.

~~~

Wooyoung didn't lie. He didn't break his promise.

And all San wanted to do was scream until his vocal cords snapped in half.

Two weeks of having Wooyoung back was pure bliss, so San thought. The men had almost every meal together at one of their apartments, Wooyoung had moved to the very center of Seoul when his paychecks started getting bigger. They would alternate between their homes almost every night.

And almost every night was spent sweaty and sticky in between the mattress and the sheets.

Sure, San enjoyed it. But he felt like they didn't have what they did before. They didn't cuddle until Wooyoung had enough of San. But of course San didn't say anything, he acted as Wooyoung's personal assistant.

Every day was like a routine, San would wake up next to Wooyoung and try to cuddle. Wooyoung would pull away and say he needed to get rest for the day. San would text Wooyoung around lunch time and they would meet for a short time. By the end of the day, Wooyoung was dragging San into his apartment and straight to the bedroom.

San was frustrated and hurt. He thought he made it clear about taking it slow, but the nights they spent together was far from it. And San decided, tonight was the night.