Slide Into Me - A Woosan Story

Five - Breakfast Shenanigans

The soft light of dawn crept into the room, casting a warm glow across the sheets. San stirred awake, blinking against the sunlight, a smile spreading across his face as the memories of the night before flooded back. He turned slightly, catching sight of Wooyoung still sleeping beside him, his hair tousled and a peaceful expression on his face.

San's heart raced at the sight. He couldn't believe they had crossed that line, that they were here, tangled together. His stomach made a small noise of hunger. Shoot. He carefully slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment, and tiptoed into the kitchen. A plan formed in his mind: he would make breakfast.

As he rummaged through the fridge, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Wooyoung's reaction to his culinary skills—or lack thereof. He found eggs, bacon, and some questionable-looking vegetables. "A breakfast masterpiece is about to happen," he muttered to himself, trying to channel his inner chef.

He got to work  quickly breaking the silence of the kitchen bathed in morning light. He cracked the eggs into a bowl and then started on the bacon. The sizzle filled the quiet apartment, and San couldn't help but smile at the thought of Wooyoung waking up to the smell of breakfast. It felt right, and he felt content.

Just as he was about to chop the vegetables, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, finding Wooyoung leaning against the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes and a shy,  sleepy grin spreading across his face. "What's all this?" he asked, voice still husky from sleep.

"Breakfast! I thought I'd surprise you," San replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. He was suddenly acutely aware of his own pajama pants and the messy state of the kitchen.

Wooyoung moved closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You cooking? This I have to see."

"Hey, I can cook! Kind of," San protested, laughing as he grabbed a knife and attempted to chop the vegetables. It wasn't pretty, and a piece flew off the cutting board, landing on the floor.

Wooyoung burst into laughter, the sound warm and contagious. "You might want to stick to just eggs and bacon, chef."

San rolled his eyes, trying to suppress his own laughter. "Okay, okay! Just give me a minute here."

As San focused on the task, he could feel Wooyoung's presence behind him, watching him with an amused expression. Every glance made his heart flutter, the easy chemistry still lingering in the air from the night before.

"Do you want to help?" San finally asked, turning to face Wooyoung with a playful grin.

"Help? Me?" Wooyoung replied, feigning shock. "I'm the breakfast expert here, remember?"

San playfully nudged him with his shoulder. "Come on, then. Show me how it's done."

With that, Wooyoung took over, expertly chopping the vegetables with ease. San watched, captivated by the way Wooyoung moved—confident, relaxed, and completely in his element. It was impossible not to admire him.

"You know," Wooyoung said as he worked, "you could make this a regular thing. Breakfast together. It sounds nice."

San's heart swelled at the idea. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice sincere. "I'd definitely like that."

The kitchen filled with the mouthwatering aroma of cooking food, and soon enough, they were seated at the small table, plates full from their endeavors. The first bite was heavenly, and San couldn't help but grin as he savored the flavors.

"This is amazing," San said between bites, looking at Wooyoung with appreciation.

Wooyoung smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "See? I told you I'm the breakfast expert."

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, a mix of playful banter and deeper discussions about their lives, interests, and dreams. San felt himself relax, the initial awkwardness of the morning melting away. It felt so natural, so right.

Just as they finished, Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "I'd say this calls for a celebration," he said, winking. "How about a victory kiss?"

San raised an eyebrow, playing coy. "A victory kiss, huh? What do I get if I refuse?"

Wooyoung leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I have some ideas for that, too."

With a playful shove, San laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, fine! A kiss for the chef." He stood up and moved around the table, closing the space between them.

Wooyoung met him halfway, and their lips collided in a soft, tender kiss that quickly deepened. The world around them faded away, and all San could feel was the warmth of Wooyoung's body against his and the electricity of their connection.

They pulled back slightly, breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "Wow," San whispered, his heart racing.

"Yeah, wow," Wooyoung echoed, his gaze intense.

The moment lingered, and San felt a rush of affection for Wooyoung. It was more than just physical; it was the understanding that they were on the brink of something real, something deeper.

As they stood there, caught in the warmth of each other, San realized that he never wanted to let go of this feeling. Not ever.

"Okay," San said, breaking the spell slightly, "what's next on the agenda for today? Because I'm pretty sure this is just the beginning of a great day." He leaned in placing a tender kiss on Wooyoung's temple. 

Wooyoung grinned, his eyes sparkling. "I was thinking a movie marathon, followed by more cooking adventures. How does that sound?" He said while wrapping his arms around San's torso.

"Perfect," San replied, his heart full. "Just perfect."

They shared another kiss before stepping back, the air around them charged.  San felt a mix of excitement, contentment and the underlying ripple of arousal that always seemed to be present when he was in Wooyoung's presence.   San couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary, and he couldn't wait to see where it led.