A Place to Belong - Woosan

{10 - Embracing the Connection}{M}

The days following their first kiss were a blur of emotions and stolen moments. San had never imagined that letting someone in could feel so easy, so natural, but with Wooyoung, it felt like a relief—like he had been holding his breath for years and was finally allowed to exhale.

They hadn't talked much about what had happened that night on the couch. Neither of them had felt the need to label anything or rush into defining the relationship. It was enough, for now, to just be. To enjoy the quiet moments of connection they had spent so long building. Their deep conversations, and moments of laughter were still frequent occurrences.

Tonight, though, something felt different. San could feel it in the way Wooyoung looked at him from across the room, in the way his touch lingered a little longer, a little more deliberate, when their hands brushed against each other.

They were at Wooyoung's place again, like so many nights before, but tonight, there was a charge in the air—a sense that something was about to shift, to deepen. San's body hummed with anticipation, the part of him that still carried the old fear, the old wounds still existed, but it wasn't near enough to hold him back anymore.

Wooyoung, stunning as always, was in the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine, and San found himself watching him closely—the way he moved, the way his shirt clung to his muscular back, the way his lips curved into a small smile when he caught San staring.

There was something about Wooyoung, something magnetic, that pulled San in, intrigued him and turned him on in equal parts.

Tonight, San didn't want to resist the pull.

Wooyoung walked back into the living room, handing San his glass with a smirk. "You keep looking at me like that," he teased, his voice huskier than normal, "and I'm going to start thinking you want something."

San blushed, his fingers tightening around the glass as he looked away, embarrassed by how easily Wooyoung could read him. But instead of retreating into his usual shell, San surprised himself by responding, his voice quiet but steady. "Maybe I do."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He set his own glass down on the coffee table, then leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur in San's ear. "And what exactly do you want, San?"

San's breath hitched, his heart racing in his chest. He wasn't used to being this direct, wasn't used to admitting what he wanted, but with Wooyoung, it felt different. It felt... safe.

"I want you," San whispered, his eyes meeting Wooyoung's, full of meaning.

Wooyoung's expression softened, the teasing edge to his voice disappearing as he closed the distance between them, bringing his hand to San's cheek. "You have me," he said, his voice tender but filled with intensity. "You've always had me."

The kiss that followed was slow, deliberate, full of the quiet passion they had been holding back for so long. It wasn't just about the physical connection—it was about trust, about letting go of the fear that had kept them both in the friend zone. To finally acknowledge what this was between them, how strong it was, how intensely they both felt it.

San leaned over and captured Wooyoung's mouth in a steamy kiss. Wooyoung responded by deepening the kiss, while arching his body closer to San's. 

San took that opportunity to pull Wooyoung even closer, pressing Woo's body against his own.

Wooyoung leaned his face back to look into San's eyes. "No pressure, but can I touch you?" he asked softly. San nodded, "y-yes." he managed. He didn't know what Wooyoung was thinking, but in this moment he trusted Wooyoung to do anything he wanted.