My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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After that day, Wooyoung was practically floating on air, his heart bursting with love. He and San became inseparable, spending every moment together. Whether it was sharing a small snack in the afternoon or falling asleep in each other’s hospital rooms at night, their bond grew stronger with each passing day. Their love was like a flower in full bloom, vibrant and undeniable, filling their lives with a warmth they both desperately needed.

The evening sun cast a soft, golden glow through the hospital room window, painting the walls in warm hues. San and Wooyoung sat near the window, a modest dinner spread out before them. The gentle clink of utensils and the murmur of their voices filled the air, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

San chuckled softly as Wooyoung tried to imitate a character from a drama they had both watched, his exaggerated expressions causing San to laugh even more. Wooyoung’s eyes sparkled with joy, his laughter infectious as they both dissolved into giggles.

Between bites of food and sips of water, they exchanged playful banter, teasing each other with inside jokes that had grown between them over the past few days. San reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Wooyoung’s face, his touch tender and affectionate. Wooyoung looked up at him, his heart swelling with warmth as he saw the love in San’s eyes.

As the evening progressed, their conversation quieted, replaced by a comfortable silence that spoke of deep connection. They watched the sky darken, the stars beginning to twinkle outside the window. Wooyoung leaned his head on San’s shoulder, feeling utterly at peace. San wrapped an arm around him, holding him close, their hearts beating in sync.

In that quiet moment, with the world outside fading away, they found solace in each other’s presence. It was an evening of laughter, love, and quiet contentment—a memory they would both cherish for as long as they lived.

As they sat by the window, enjoying the peaceful evening, Wooyoung couldn’t help but smile as he took a bite of his food.

“You know, San,” Wooyoung began, his voice light, “I never thought hospital food could taste this good.”

San chuckled, shaking his head. “I think it’s because you’re eating it with me,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes playfully. “Or maybe I’m just really hungry. But you could be right—maybe it’s the company.”

San smiled warmly, reaching out to gently poke Wooyoung’s cheek. “You’re such a softie,” he said, his tone affectionate. “But I like that about you.”

Wooyoung blushed slightly, ducking his head. “Stop teasing me,” he mumbled, though the smile on his face showed he didn’t really mind.

San leaned closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I’m not teasing, Wooyoung. I mean it. Being with you... it makes everything feel better.”

Wooyoung looked up at San, his eyes filled with emotion. “You’re the first person to make me feel this way, San. Like I’m not alone... like I matter.”

San’s expression softened, his heart swelling with affection. “You do matter, Wooyoung. More than you know. And I’m so glad we found each other.”

They both fell silent for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence. Then, Wooyoung grinned, a playful spark returning to his eyes.

“Do you remember that drama we watched last night? The one with the over-the-top villain?” he asked, trying to mimic the villain’s exaggerated mannerisms.

San burst out laughing, nearly choking on his drink. “Oh my God, Wooyoung! You look just like him! The way you scrunched up your face—priceless!”

Wooyoung laughed along, his heart light as he saw how much joy he brought to San. “Well, I had a good teacher,” he joked, nudging San’s arm.