Why me? >Woosan<

16

"Oh my god, can't you two be away from each other for even a day?" Mingi said, half teasing, half exasperated.

San grinned, not even pretending to deny it. "Please. Just this once."

Mingi crossed his arms, but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away. "You owe me for this. Big time."

"Fine," San said, throwing his hands up dramatically. "Name your price later."

Mingi muttered something about love-sick idiots as San grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

By the time San reached Wooyoung's apartment, the city was drenched in sunlight. It had that weekend stillness, the kind that made time feel slower, softer.

Wooyoung opened the door wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp from a shower.

God. He was beautiful.

"Hey," Wooyoung said quietly, a smile curving his lips.

"Hey yourself."

They'd planned to actually watch a movie this time. Something normal. Simple.
But the moment San stepped inside, the air already felt heavy with something else.

They cooked together first, moving around each other in the small kitchen, bumping hips and shoulders. Wooyoung kept stealing bites from the pan when he thought San wasn't looking, laughing every time San swatted his hand away.

"Chef Woo at your service," Wooyoung announced proudly when they finally sat down.

San rested his chin in his hand, smiling at him. "You're impossible."

"You love it."

San couldn't deny that.

After dinner, they curled up on the couch, the glow from the TV washing over the room. Wooyoung rested his head against San's chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his stomach. Everything felt quiet. Safe.

Too perfect to last.

"San," Wooyoung said suddenly, looking up at him.

"Yeah?"

His eyes softened. "I love you."

San's breath caught for a moment before he smiled, threading his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. "I love you too."

Wooyoung's lips curved as he leaned in, kissing San, slow at first, tentative. When San kissed him back, it deepened naturally.

The movie faded into background noise.

Wooyoung's hand slid beneath San's shirt, fingertips brushing warm skin. San shivered, a quiet hum slipping from him as Wooyoung shifted, straddling his hips, leaning down to kiss him again.

This time the kiss was deeper, impatient.

San's hands moved to Wooyoung's sides automatically, gripping the fabric of his T-shirt as the kiss stole the air from his lungs.

"Woo..." he murmured against his mouth.

Wooyoung shook his head slightly, already tugging at San's shirt.

"Off," he whispered.

San didn't argue.

Wooyoung pulled the shirt over his head quickly, tossing it aside before leaning back down. His palms slid over San's bare chest like he needed to make sure he was really there.

San's breath caught at the touch.

Wooyoung kissed him again, slower now but no less intense.

San's hands moved in return, pushing up the loose fabric of Wooyoung's T-shirt until Wooyoung pulled back just long enough to drag it over his head.