Through Your Lens

chapter 7: kiss

third pov | the next day |

tossing and turning, a grunt left sans throat as his head throbbed. he turned his body, his face meeting the cold surface of his floorboards, which is when his eyes shot open. he looked around the room, taking in the situation. him, wooyoung, seonghwa and hongjoong were sprawled around his dorm room, san being the most uncomfortable seen as though he was lying down face flat on the floor. wooyoung was on the couch, curled up in a ball and sleeping sound like a baby, seonghwa on the rug in front of the couch, almost hitting his head on their low table they were all sat at last night when playing their games, hongjoong... was on the dinner table.

"what the fuck." san sat up, pinching the bridge of his nose, the throbbing on his head getting worse as he started to move and speak. he noticed his phone just a little far from him and crawled over to it, checking the time which read 1pm. how long had they stayed up exactly? and how much did they have to drink? gosh, he couldn't think. san knew he was a lightweight so drinking too much was not good for him.

alas, he attempted to remember the events from the night before, the last thing he remembered was seonghwa telling everyone sans embarrassing teenager stories, the rest was a blur. so he decided to wake everyone up.

he walked over to where wooyoung was asleep, taking in his sleepy face. he looked adorable, san thought. he just wanted to lean down and place the softest kiss on his forehead, but he couldn't. he placed one of his hands on the youngers shoulder, gently shaking him.

"young-ah, wake up. it's the next day, hm?" san stroked his hair.

a soft whine left wooyoungs mouth, squinting his eyes as he opened them, "sannie?" he immediately brought his hand to his temples, massaging them.

"hey hey, take it easy. stay here, i'll wake the others up and make us some hangover soup, kay?" san pushed him gently back down onto the couch when wooyoung tried getting up, who responded with a silent nod, still half asleep and not having enough energy to speak or even differ with san.

once seonghwa and hongjoong were awake, seonghwa hopped in the shower to wash away the smell of alcohol since he was a clean freak and hated smelling bad, while hongjoong snuggled up next to wooyoung on the couch, waiting for san to prepare the soup for the four of them. 15 minutes passed by when san finally came up to the couch, sitting himself on the floor in-front of the couch, after calling for seonghwa to come eat the soup.

now that they were all seated, hongjoong decided to break the silence, "can we just talk about how san is such a damn lightweight. he had like one glass of champagne! that was all that took him to be drunk."

"this is why i hate drinking with you, man. knowing you, joong, no offence but you probably forced me to drink more. i can't remember a thing from last night." san shot hongjoong a glare as he spoke.

"it's okay, im sure you didn't do anything out of the ordinary." wooyoung tried to reason.

seonghwa then coughed abruptly, "neither... of you remember what happened last night?" he says, looking between san and wooyoung, the two following his actions and looking at each other, confusion written on their faces. when wooyoung recalled everything from the night before, his cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he went quiet, sipping his soup.

"what? what happened last night?" san questioned.

"i think that's up to you to remember san, seems like this one already does. look at him, all flushed and silent." hongjoong says, gesturing towards wooyoung.

the curiosity killed san, "fuck, can somebody just tell me what happened? did i do something stupid?"

"i wouldn't say stupid-" seonghwa started, wooyoung cutting him off.