Why me? >Woosan<

16. 🔞

San pov

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

I grinned, not even pretending to deny it. "Please, just this once."

He crossed his arms but couldn't hide his smile. "You owe me for this. Big time."

"Fine," I said, throwing my hands up dramatically. "Name your price later."

He rolled his eyes, muttering something about "love-sick idiots" as I slipped on my jacket and headed for the door.

By the time I got to Wooyoung's apartment, the city was drenched in sunlight. It had that weekend stillness, the kind that makes time feel slower.

He opened the door in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair still a little damp from a shower. God, he was beautiful.

"Hey," he said softly, a shy smile playing on his lips.

"Hey yourself."

We had planned to actually watch a movie this time, something simple, normal. But the moment I stepped inside, the air already felt heavy with something else.

We cooked together first, dancing around the small kitchen, bumping hips and shoulders. He kept stealing bites from the pan when he thought I wasn't looking, laughing every time I swatted at his hand.

"Chef Woo at your service," he said proudly when we sat down to eat.

I leaned my chin on my hand, smiling. "You're impossible."

"You love it."

He wasn't wrong.

After dinner, we curled up on the couch, the glow from the TV washing over us. He rested his head against my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over my stomach.

It was quiet. Peaceful. Too perfect to last.

"San," he said suddenly, turning his head to look up at me.

"Yeah?"

His eyes softened. "I love you."

My breath caught for a moment before I smiled, threading my fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Woo."

His lips curved, and then he kissed me, slow at first, like he was testing the waters. But when I kissed him back, everything deepened.

The movie became background noise.

My hand slid beneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his skin. He shivered, humming quietly, his breath brushing against my mouth. He moved on top of me, straddling my hips and started moving in slow motions. He leaned down swiping his tongue over my lip. Then kissed me.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently, guiding my mouth down to the curve of his neck. I kissed him there, once, twice, and the sound he made nearly undid me.

He bit his lip, eyes dark, daring. "You know exactly what you're doing," he murmured, teasing.

"I never forget," I whispered, smiling against his skin.

I grabbed his ass pressing him down.
"I want you San" he bit my lower lip teasingly.
I closed my eyes. I was so hard I needed our clothes off now.

I stood up and he wrapped his legs and arms around me as I walked us to his bedroom. I put him down discarding our remaining clothes tossing it on the floor.

"San please" he begged me.

My hands slipped down to the inside of his thigh then up again, teasing.

"Do what you do best and fuck me" he said biting his lip grinning at me seductively.