flutedrum | woosan ✓

12

Everyone had retreated to their respective rooms. Yunho and Mingi, not wanting to waste a single moment after their seemingly endless hug, headed straight to Mingi's room. Meanwhile, Seonghwa, ever the host, insisted on giving Hongjoong a tour of the house, even though it was small and easily navigable. With them gone, that left two more unaccounted for—Jongho and Yeosang, who had likely ended up in Jongho's room. They seemed to be getting along well, which was enough to keep Wooyoung from caring. As long as Jongho didn't suddenly become a little, Wooyoung was content enough to let things be.

That left only Wooyoung and San together, and they soon found themselves headed to Wooyoung's room. With a mischievous grin plastered on his face, Wooyoung had playfully grabbed San by the wrist and pulled him along. San, with an equally cheeky smile, followed without hesitation. It almost felt as though Wooyoung was dragging a mirror image of himself—both of them exuding that same flirty energy and playful charm. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a clear distinction: one of them was naturally submissive, while the other carried a more dominant air. The contrast between them only added to the electric tension in the air as they made their way to Wooyoung's room. Wooyoung then closed the door before quickly thinking about something to make sure things weren't awkward—

"Welcome to my room." He showed off proudly. His room was tidy enough. Thank Seonghwa.
"Looks average enough." San replied, Wooyoung glaring at him tiredly.
"Ugh. Bet it looks better than yours." Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
"Sure." The other agreed, unbothered.
"So you admit your room's worse than mine?" Wooyoung grinned.
"Oh dear god." San facepalmed, causing Wooyoung to laugh.

Wooyoung plopped himself down on his bed, crossing his legs as he slid over to one side. With a playful grin, he patted the empty space beside him, inviting San to sit down. "You sure?" San asked, pointing at the spot. Wooyoung nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. As soon as San joined him on the bed, Wooyoung reached for the remote, eager to put on a movie for them to watch together. But just as he was fiddling with the buttons, San quickly snatched the remote from his hands, catching him off guard.

Wooyoung's playful smile faded into a slight pout as San teasingly kept the remote out of his reach, clearly enjoying the light-hearted power struggle. But after a few failed attempts to grab it back, Wooyoung's patience finally snapped. With a huff, he crossed his arms and fixed San with a determined look.

"Alright, enough. I'm putting on a Ghibli movie," Wooyoung declared, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and resolve. San raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised by Wooyoung's sudden assertiveness, but he handed the remote back with a smirk.

"Fine, fine. What are we watching?" San asked, leaning back against the pillows.

Wooyoung didn't hesitate, quickly navigating the options and settling on Howl's Moving Castle. The familiar opening scenes filled the screen, and Wooyoung couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction as the movie started. However, he was surprised when San's expression softened, and he leaned in closer, eyes bright with interest.

"I love Ghibli movies," San admitted, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he glanced at Wooyoung. "Howl's Moving Castle is one of my favorites."

Wooyoung blinked, caught off guard by this revelation. He hadn't expected San to be into Ghibli movies too, and the fact that they both shared a love for the same film made his heart skip a beat. Inwardly, he couldn't help but check this off as another green flag. It felt like he was discovering another layer to San, one that made him even more endearing.

A warm, happy feeling settled in his chest as they both settled in to watch the movie together. As the enchanting world of Howl and Sophie unfolded on the screen, Wooyoung found himself sneaking glances at San every now and then, a small smile tugging at his lips. He was content, knowing that this shared moment was something special.

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They were an hour in, and suddenly, Wooyoung found himself hit against something hard. It was San's shoulder. San's fucking shoulder. How did he get there? Was he laying on the corners of it? No wonder he was so comfortable. He didn't look up at San to avoid himself from getting flustered. But he could feel San's stare on him. He could NOT look up, not even mistakenly.

"You should really look up and apologize, y'know?" Wooyoung froze. Did San read his mind?
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Wooyoung apologized, genuinely.
"Look up at me and say it." San growled. Something inside Wooyoung wanted to, but most of him didn't want to. He somehow found annoying San...amusing? San reacted so much, it was almost funny. He then built up all his courage before looking up at San, who was glaring at him. Oh shit, Wooyoung almost lost all the courage he'd picked up, "I'm sorry, Sannie," He pouted and widened his eyes. San only licked his lips, confusing Wooyoung.

San then moved a bit, startling Wooyoung. That caused him to fall and lay flat on the bed. San then went on top of him, smirking slightly. Wooyoung froze, again. San then laid beside him. He pulled Wooyoung a bit closer to him, and then grazed his right arm. Wooyoung didn't know how to react. He just found himself leaning further, wanting more. San was warm. And he wanted more of his warmth. San looked at the younger boy, who faced the TV screen to prevent further flustering. His smirk widened. He then spoke up, "Good. Apology accepted". He then went back up, grabbing Wooyoung's wrists and positioning them back to what they were before...this.

Wooyoung didn't say another word. He was surprised. Flustered. And in desperate need of more.