Why me? >Woosan<

11

Wooyoung looked around his apartment, heart pounding so loudly he was sure he could hear it echoing in his chest.

"Clean enough," he muttered, even as he nudged a stray hoodie off the chair and straightened the pillow on the coach, twice.

Why was he so nervous?

When the doorbell rang Wooyoung's pulse jumped.

Just breathe.

He took a steadying breath and walked toward the door, pausing halfway to glance at the mirror in the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair, fixed it, then immediately messed it up again.

Casual? Happy? Calm?

There was no hiding how nervous he was, then finally opened the door.

And there he was.

San stood in the hallway in a gray sweatshirt, hood pulled up, damp hair curling at the edges like he'd just showered. His cheeks were pink from the cold, his lips parted slightly as if he'd hurried here.

He looked tired.

He looked beautiful.

He looked real.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

Then San stepped forward, and something inside Wooyoung finally snapped.

The realization that he would leave.

It crashed over him at once.

Wooyoung grabbed the front of San's sweatshirt and pulled him inside.

The door shut behind them with a soft click.

And before fear or reason could catch up, Wooyoung kissed him.

Hard.

Everything poured out of him. I'll miss you. I'm scared. Don't leave.

San's hands went to his waist without thinking, pulling him closer. Wooyoung gasped and pushed him back against the wall, fingers already tangling in his hair.

Their mouths met again, heated, messy, desperate. Wooyoung kept trying to get closer, even though there was no space left to close.

They stumbled toward the living room, clothes shedding in a hurry.

San broke the kiss just long enough to look at him.

"I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me too."

Wooyoung closed the distance again, his hands sliding down San's bare chest. San shivered, feeling Wooyoung's palm pause over his heart.

He must've felt how fast it was beating.

"Where's your bedroom?" San asked breathlessly.

"Down the hall. Door to the left."

San didn't wait. He grabbed his ass

"Jump."

Wooyoung did, legs wrapping around his waist, arms looping around his neck as they kissed again.

San carried him to the bedroom, never breaking contact, until they fell onto Wooyoung's bed, into warmth, into closeness, into everything they felt.

"I want you," Wooyoung murmured, lips brushing his.

San pulled back just enough to really look at him, hair falling into his eyes, lips swollen, face flushed, breath uneven.

"You are so beautiful, Wooyoung."