flutedrum | woosan ✓

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Over the following week, Wooyoung and San continued to talk, and Wooyoung found himself increasingly smitten. San was the complete package—handsome, talented, and likely amazing in every way Wooyoung could imagine. The more they interacted, the more Wooyoung realized just how much he wanted to be with San. The mere thought of being close to him sent shivers down his spine and filled him with an excitement he could hardly contain.

San was no different; he absolutely adored Wooyoung with every fiber of his being. Wooyoung's quirky and endearing personality captivated him, and he couldn't help but be charmed by every little thing Wooyoung did. On top of that, Wooyoung's immense talent only added to his allure. San wanted to be close to him, whether as friends or something more. The idea of having Wooyoung completely to himself, even in a more dominant sense, often brought a mischievous grin to San's face, no matter where he was.

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AURORA found themselves engulfed in boredom, with absolutely nothing to occupy their time. The monotony had taken its toll on everyone, leaving them utterly drained, not from exertion, but from sheer boredom. What could they possibly do to break free from this? It wasn't as if they had anyone else to spend time with—other than their own company, which was growing increasingly tiresome.

"Tomorrow WONDERLAND's gonna be coming over. The dorm better be clean."
*sighing* "Yes, it will be." Seonghwa ended the phone call, with a stressed look.

"What's going on now?" Mingi asked.
"They're coming over tomorrow," Seonghwa replied, a statement that was met with a collective and synchronized eye roll from everyone present. None of them were particularly thrilled about the upcoming visit; in fact, they would have preferred to avoid it altogether. Yet, despite their reluctance, they couldn't deny a certain curiosity that lingered in the air. The members of the other group had a way of piquing their interest, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

Seonghwa found himself terribly captivated by the blonde guy he had encountered the other day. What was his name again—Hongjoong? Whatever it was, Seonghwa couldn't stop thinking about him. He was completely smitten. No one had ever looked at him the way Hongjoong did, and even if they had, it had never left him feeling this way. The intensity of his own reaction surprised him, leaving him puzzled and more than a little flustered. He couldn't help but wonder what on earth was happening to him. What was it about this guy that had him so completely turned upside down?

Mingi was completely head over heels for Yunho, and there was no denying it. He couldn't bear the thought of forgetting the guy, not after the day they spent filming challenges together. That day had been filled with playful banter, with the two of them flirting and teasing each other endlessly. They had also managed to sneakily check each other out while 'observing the other dancing'. The both knew the other was staring, but they didn't care. They wanted the other to stare at him. Mingi had been drawn to Yunho's infectious energy—he was like a puppy, always so excited and happy, yet adorably pouty whenever the teasing got a little too much. Even his smile had that same dog-like charm, bright and endearing. Mingi was astonished at just how quickly and deeply he had fallen for Yunho, but there was no escaping it. He was completely in love.

Jongho was drawn to Yeosang in a way he hadn't expected. A trumpeter—how unique. It wasn't something Jongho would have guessed, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to suit Yeosang perfectly. He wondered what it would be like if a pianist and a trumpeter were together; the idea of such contrasting instruments intrigued him. He recalled the day he caught Yeosang staring at him and how, despite their differences, they had gotten along well during the challenges they filmed. That connection stuck with Jongho, leaving him curious about what might come next.

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"You all are going to AURORA's dorm tomorrow. Behave."
*sighing* "Don't gotta tell us twice." Hongjoong groaned.

"What's it, hyung?" Yunho asked.
"We're going to theirs tomorrow." Hongjoong replied. That caused everyone to end up groaning loudly. God, what had they done to the world that it suddenly hated them? They didn't want to go, damn it. Fuck this collaboration, why them out of all people? Everyone wondered. But, the other group's members did have some sort of aura that intrigued.

Hongjoong found himself intensely intrigued by Seonghwa. There was something captivating about the way Seonghwa had reacted when Hongjoong caught him staring—it was completely unexpected, but Hongjoong was utterly delighted by it. Seonghwa had an air of submissiveness and obedience that seemed to surface under Hongjoong's gaze, which only fueled his interest even more. He couldn't stop wondering what other sides of Seonghwa he might discover, what hidden facets might reveal themselves if he had the chance to explore that intriguing dynamic further. The memory of Seonghwa's long, dark hair and the way he had looked that day lingered in Hongjoong's mind, leaving him eager to see what else might unfold between them.

The mere thought of Mingi had a way of making Yunho squirm with a mix of emotions he could hardly describe. Mingi was so bright and cheerful, his energy practically radiating in every direction, yet, there was a flirtatious side that Yunho found impossible to ignore. Despite the fact that these thoughts often led him down paths he knew he probably shouldn't be exploring, Yunho couldn't help himself. The allure of Mingi's multifaceted personality was too strong. Yunho found himself wanting to uncover every layer, to discover all the sides of Mingi that lay beneath the surface. His curiosity was piqued to the point where he wanted to know everything about Mingi—damn, he was that captivated by him.

Yeosang found himself repeatedly drawn to thoughts of Jongho from the other group. Jongho had been so kind to him, and there was something genuinely gratifying about their interactions. Yeosang had always held a deep appreciation for the piano alongside the trumpet, his instrumental companion. The idea of becoming friends with, or even something more than friends with a pianist was unexpectedly appealing to him. Yet, what puzzled Yeosang the most was how he had found himself checking Jongho out seemingly out of the blue. He couldn't quite understand what had come over him, or whether it was a sign of something deeper. He was left wondering if everything was alright with him, but for now, he had no clear answers.

Both groups would've never guessed what they said next. If you told their old selves, they'd  be laughing their asses off. But they said it at the exact same time, even if the other group didn't know.

"When are we going there?"
"When are they getting here?

Damn, fate really was something else.