Why me? >Woosan<

11. 🔞

Wooyoung pov

I looked around my apartment, heart pounding so hard it felt like I could hear it echoing in my chest.
"Clean enough," I muttered to myself, though I still moved a stray hoodie off the chair and straightened the pillow on the couch, twice.

Why was I so nervous? He'd been here before, not in my home, but in every thought I'd had since the day we met.
But this felt different.
He was coming here, to me.

The doorbell rang.

My pulse jumped.
Just breathe, Woo.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the door, stopping halfway to glance at the mirror by the hallway. I ran a hand through my hair, fixed it, then immediately messed it up again.
I didn't know what I was supposed to look like, casual? happy? calm?
There was no way to hide how nervous I was.

I lingered another second, moving that same pillow on the couch again for no reason, before finally opening the door.

And there he was.

San stood in the hallway in a gray sweatshirt, hood up, damp hair curling a little at the edges like he'd just showered. His cheeks were pink from the cold, his lips parted slightly like he'd run here. He looked tired and beautiful and real, too real.

"Hi," I said softly. It came out smaller than I wanted it to.

He smiled, a quiet curve of his lips that made my stomach twist in that way only he could.
"Hey."

For a second, we just stood there. No one moved.

Then he took a step forward, and something in me broke loose.

All the waiting, all the missing him, all the nights staring at my phone wishing he were closer, it all hit me at once.

I reached out, grabbed the front of his sweatshirt, and pulled him inside.

The door shut behind us with a soft click.

And before I could think, before the fear or reason could catch up, I kissed him.

Hard.

All the words I hadn't said poured into that kiss, I missed you. I'm scared. I don't want you to leave.

He responded instantly, his hands coming up to my waist, pulling me against him until there was nothing left between us but heat and heartbeat.

I felt his sigh melt into my mouth, and the world went quiet.

San pov

I walked in and as soon as the door closed he kissed me. My hands went around his waist pulling him closer. He gasped and pushed me against the wall.

He brought his hands up to grab my hair then he opened his mouth and licked my bottom lip and our tongues met in a heated battle.

The kiss was heated, messy and full of despair. He was still trying to get closer even though the space between us was nonexistent.

My hands moved to his ass and he moaned into the kiss. We stumbled into the living room clothes coming off in a hurry. I broke the kiss to look at him
"I'm gonna miss you so much"
"Me too San" he closed the gap again his hands traveling down my bare chest.