𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𐙚

𝟮𝟵: 𝗪𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻 (𝗔𝘁𝘇)

Stfu

Group: Ateez
Ship: San (Top) x Wooyoung (Bottom)
Word count: 1338

Sypnopsis: San just wanted to make his roommate, Wooyoung, to shut the fuck up.

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San had always valued his peace. As an introverted and quiet guy, he enjoyed the stillness of his surroundings, and he loved nothing more than coming home to a quiet room after a long day of classes. Unfortunately, for the past six months, that peace had been disrupted by none other than his roommate, Wooyoung.

Wooyoung was everything San wasn't; wild, loud, and constantly bouncing off the walls with energy. He was the type to turn the simplest moment into chaos, whether by blasting music, dancing around the room, or dragging San into his antics. Wooyoung's energy was relentless, and San had put up with it for long enough. Sure, he could have asked for a room change or even moved out, but with graduation looming in a few months, San didn't want to go through the hassle.

Today, though, Wooyoung was particularly grating on San's nerves. He was blasting music on his phone, singing-no, screeching-at the top of his lungs, while dancing around the room. His loud laughter and reckless energy made the walls feel like they were closing in. San's jaw tightened as he tried to focus on his homework, but Wooyoung's presence was impossible to ignore.

❝Wooyoung,❞ San called out, his voice already laced with irritation.

No response. Wooyoung continued his antics, completely unaware or, more likely, ignoring San.

❝Wooyoung, can you shut the fuck up for once in your life?❞ San finally snapped, slamming his pen down on his desk.

Wooyoung stopped mid-spin, blinking in surprise as he turned toward San. For a moment, the room was filled with blissful silence. But then, a smirk slowly curled on Wooyoung's lips, and he sauntered over to where San sat, his eyes glinting with mischief. He stopped just inches away from San, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. San could feel the warmth of Wooyoung's breath against his skin.

❝Make me,❞ Wooyoung whispered, his voice low and teasing.

San rolled his eyes, tired of Wooyoung's constant provocations. His patience had been worn thin. ❝What if I do?❞ San shot back, his voice steady but firm, a challenge in his tone.

Wooyoung's smirk widened, clearly enjoying himself. ❝Then you're up for a challenge because it isn't easy to shut me up,❞ Wooyoung teased, his lips curling into an even more wicked grin.

San was done with the games. Without a second thought, he grabbed Wooyoung by the collar of his hoodie and pulled him in, crashing their lips together in a sudden, forceful kiss. Wooyoung froze, his eyes wide with shock, completely taken aback by San's bold move. For once, Wooyoung was silent.

Now it was San's turn to smirk. He pulled away just slightly, his lips hovering over Wooyoung's, his breath hot against Wooyoung's parted lips. ❝Still want to challenge me?❞ San whispered, his voice low and full of confidence.

Wooyoung blinked, but the shock quickly faded, replaced by a glint of determination. He leaned back in, his lips ghosting over San's as he murmured, ❝I can play this game better than you,❞ before crashing his lips back onto San's, kissing him with just as much fervor.

The kiss quickly deepened, growing more heated, more desperate. San let out a low groan as Wooyoung's lips moved against his, but he wasn't going to let Wooyoung have the upper hand. He bit down on Wooyoung's lower lip, causing Wooyoung to moan, the sound vibrating between them.