Slide Into Me - A Woosan Story

Two - Texting Games

San woke up on Friday morning, his nerves already buzzing. Today was the day. Tonight, he'd meet Wooyoung in person for the first time. The banter, the flirting—it had been fun, but now it was getting real. He checked his phone almost instinctively, expecting something from Wooyoung.

Ping.

Wooyoung: Still on for tonight, or have you decided to ghost me?

San smirked, quickly tapping out a reply.

San: Ghosting? That's a pretty bold accusation for someone who barely knows me.

Wooyoung's response came quickly.

Wooyoung: We've been texting for days now. I know your deepest secrets. 🤫

San: Please. You don't know anything about me.

Wooyoung: I know you have a terrible habit of drunk DMing people.

San laughed out loud, covering his face with his hands. Touché.

San: I'll give you partial credit on that. It's not a habit if I've only done it once. But I can be charming in person. I swear.

Wooyoung: Once, huh? I must be special, so you better be charming. I don't get dressed up for just anyone.

San could almost feel Wooyoung's grin through the phone. The banter was easy, the chemistry undeniable, but there was still that nagging thought in the back of his mind—what if tonight didn't go as smoothly as their texting?

San: Don't worry, I clean up well. You won't be disappointed.

Wooyoung: I better not be. I'll be holding you to that.

The whole day was a blur as San tried to focus on anything but the date. He kept glancing at his phone, half-expecting another message from Wooyoung, but none came. The silence was almost worse than the constant flirting. He could feel the tension building as the day slipped by, and by the time it hit 6 p.m., San was practically vibrating with anticipation.

Just as he was about to leave to get ready, his phone buzzed again.

Wooyoung: You nervous?

San paused, unsure whether to play it cool or admit how anxious he really felt. He went with the truth.

San: Maybe a little. You?

Wooyoung: Nah, I'm looking forward to it.

That was all Wooyoung said, but it was enough to put San at ease. For a moment, anyway. He tossed his phone onto the bed and moved to his closet, trying to figure out what to wear. He didn't want to come across like he'd tried too hard, but he also didn't want to look like a slob. After a few minutes of rummaging through clothes, he settled on a fitted black tee and dark wash jeans and his favorite pair of black oxfords—not too dressy, but still showing some effort.

As he pulled on his shirt, his phone buzzed again.

Wooyoung: What are you wearing? 😉

San's heart skipped a beat at the cheeky message, and he grinned as he typed back.

San: Wouldn't you like to know?

Wooyoung: I would, actually. Can't a guy be curious?

San: You'll see soon enough.

Wooyoung wasn't letting up.

Wooyoung: C'mon, give me a hint. I'm trying to picture it.

San bit his lip, typing a reply before he could second-guess it.

San: Okay, fine. Black tee, jeans. What about you?

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. San stared at the screen, waiting. When Wooyoung's message finally came through, it was more than he expected.

Wooyoung: Blue button down shirt, but nothing else 😏

San almost dropped his phone.

San: Wait... seriously?

Wooyoung: No, but now you're thinking about it, aren't you? 😜

San's face flushed as he laughed at the screen.

San: You're dangerous, you know that?

Wooyoung: Only when I'm inspired. See you soon.

San stared at the screen for a moment longer, feeling his pulse quicken. Wooyoung definitely knew how to keep things interesting. He grabbed his jacket and, after checking himself in the mirror one last time, headed out the door.

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The ride to the bar felt longer than it was, San's stomach flipping with every mile. By the time he arrived, the butterflies in his chest had exploded into a steady flutter. He parked and checked his phone—no new messages. That was a good sign, right?

As he approached the bar, he pulled out his phone one more time, sending a quick text.

San: I'm here. Nervous yet?

Wooyoung's reply was immediate.

Wooyoung: You wish. Get your ass inside.

San laughed, tucking his phone away. He took a deep breath and opened the door to the bar, his eyes scanning the room. And then, he saw him.

Wooyoung was sitting at a booth in the back, wearing a dark blue shirt that hugged his chest and arms in all the right ways. He looked up as San walked in, a slow smile spreading across his face. San's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. This was it.