Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*
WOOYOUNG
"Can I kiss you?"
Wooyoung thought he was hearing things. Maybe going on an empty stomach was starting to make him hallucinate. San's arms snaked around his waist as he pulled him closer.
He was not hallucinating.
San pushed him backwards till his back was hitting the edge of the worktop. His other arm was on the worktop and his lips were barely just touching his. Wooyoung's breath hitched but he didn't move. He just stared at San. His eyes were darker, filled with something that the younger couldn't even recognise.
He wanted San to close that minuscule gap between them. He wanted to make the first move for once. He thought of Seonghwa. The elder hadn't paid any attention to him for nearly a week. Which Wooyoung understood but was a little hurt. They weren't in a relationship after all.
San seemed to be respectful though, considering he hadn't done anything yet since he wasn't given permission.
"I won't do it if you don't want me t-"
Wooyoung held his collar, got on his toes and kissed him. It was short and simple. And way too soft. It felt like he was almost petrified to do it. His lips were just over San's, eyes half lidded as if waiting for a chance to kiss him again.
San kissed him this time around. A long one. It was so gentle and the way his hands securely held Wooyoung had him melting in his touch. San tilted his head, desperate to feel every bit of Wooyoung's lips. They were something he'd been aching for for the past couple of months. Wooyoung slid his hand up to bury it in the San's hair, kneading his fingers through.
He felt strong arms hoist him up to the kitchen worktop and his legs being spread apart while San stood between them. His heart was racing in a stupidly crazy way while San's lips did wonders.
This didn't feel like his kisses with Seonghwa. This one felt different. Euphoric even. He thought he was losing his mind. He mewled softly, something he didn't even know he could do and San's hand slid under his shirt resting just at the base and rubbing the skin there.
Wooyoung's head was dizzy. He thought he would pass out. He didn't even know why he felt such a way.
And in such a moment, he remembered a look in his father's eyes and became filled with so much fear. A sudden wave of torment washed over him. He pushed San away, the elder stumbling as he slid off the worktop, his hand covering his mouth.
