Why me? >Woosan<

10

Wooyoung woke to the light drag of a fingertip brushing his cheek.

For a moment, still half-asleep, he thought he was dreaming. The touch was too gentle, too careful. Then he felt the warmth beside him, solid and steady, and reality slowly settled in.

A soft sound slipped from his throat as he shifted closer.

"Good morning," San murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep, the kind of sound that sent a quiet shiver through Wooyoung.

"Good morning," Wooyoung whispered back, smiling as he tucked his face into the curve of San's neck. His skin was warm beneath his lips, carrying the faint scent of cologne and sleep.

They stayed tangled together beneath twisted sheets, legs still loosely entwined. Neither of them moved. Neither of them wanted to.

Wooyoung listened to the steady rhythm of San's heartbeat beneath his ear, and for a while, it was enough just to exist there.

"San," Wooyoung said softly.

San hummed in response, eyes still closed.

"Last night..."

That made him open his eyes.

Slowly, San met Wooyoung's gaze.

"Yeah?"

"It was..." Wooyoung hesitated, then smiled faintly. "Really nice."

Something softened in San's expression, a smile touching his lips that made Wooyoung's chest ache.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's forehead before pulling him closer, until Wooyoung was molded against him.

"I feel safe," Wooyoung admitted quietly. "You make me feel safe."

San's arms tightened slightly around him.

"I really liked it too," he said, his voice rougher now, more awake. "In case that wasn't obvious."

Wooyoung let out a quiet laugh, though something heavy had already begun settling in his chest.

They stayed like that a little longer.

Pretending they had more time.

Pretending San wasn't leaving.

But he was.

-

When Wooyoung finally left the hotel, the city felt too loud. Too fast.

People hurried past with coffee cups and easy laughter, hands linked with their partners like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At a crosswalk, he caught sight of a couple kissing openly, without fear or hesitation.

Something twisted painfully in his chest.

That couldn't be them.

Not here.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

But he wanted San anyway.

Even if it meant stolen moments.

Even if it meant hiding.

Even if it meant watching him leave again and again.

Wooyoung wandered the streets for a while, not quite ready to go home. His mind stayed full of San, his laugh, the warmth of his touch, the way his lips had felt.

He wasn't ready to let go of that feeling yet.

Eventually, he found himself standing outside his mom's place.