black cat | woosan ✔

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After finishing their dinner, Wooyoung and San stepped out into the cool night air, the streets illuminated by soft golden lights. Wooyoung couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as they made their way toward the park, their laughter echoing in the empty spaces around them.

"Last night as a solo act before I become your roommate," San quipped, nudging Wooyoung playfully.

Wooyoung shot him a playful glare. "You act like you're moving in to a hotel, not my apartment."

"Same difference," San retorted with a cheeky grin, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked side by side.

As they approached the park, the atmosphere shifted from the lively streets to a more serene environment, the sound of leaves crunching under their feet punctuating the cool breeze. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on everything it touched.

Once inside, Wooyoung spotted a swing set nearby and made a beeline for it, plopping himself down on one of the swings. "C'mon, San! Join me!" he called out, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

San hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist Wooyoung's enthusiasm. He settled down on the swing next to Wooyoung, both of them swaying gently back and forth.

"This is the best way to end the day," Wooyoung said, glancing over at San, who was watching him with an amused smile.

"Are you sure? I thought you were all about the food," San teased, pushing off the ground to swing higher.

"Okay, fair point," Wooyoung admitted, laughing as he tried to catch up to San's height. "But this is nice too. Just...being here with someone after what you felt like would be a shitty day."

San felt a warmth spread through him at Wooyoung's words. They spent the next few moments swinging in comfortable silence, the world around them fading away as they got lost in their own little bubble.

Eventually, Wooyoung slowed down, letting his swing come to a halt. "You know, it's crazy to think how much has changed in just a few weeks," he mused, looking up at the stars. "I mean, I hated you so much."

"Now look at us," San replied, nudging Wooyoung with his shoulder. "Who would've thought?"

Wooyoung felt a flutter in his chest at the compliment. "You're just saying that because I'm going to make you share your food."

"True, but it's also because I actually enjoy your company," San said, a soft sincerity in his voice. "You've got this weird charm about you."

"Oh, shut up," Wooyoung said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm a fucking mess."

"That's why I like you," San said, a grin breaking out on his face. "You're like a walking tornado of cuteness."

"Okay, now you're just being mean," Wooyoung huffed playfully, folding his arms.

Just then, San reached over and poked Wooyoung in the side, causing him to squeal and jerk away. "See? Cute and chaotic," he chuckled, enjoying the lighthearted banter.

"Fine, I'll take it," Wooyoung said, his heart racing. "But you have to admit that you're just as chaotic, if not worse."

"Guilty as charged," San replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But I'm okay with that."

After a while, they got off the swings and wandered further into the park, stopping occasionally to admire the falling leaves. San picked up a handful and tossed them into the air, the vibrant colors swirling around them. Wooyoung laughed, his eyes sparkling with joy.

They eventually found a quiet spot on a grassy hill where they could lay back and watch the stars twinkling above. "You know, it feels nice being out here with you," Wooyoung said softly, his head resting on San's shoulder.

"Yeah," San agreed, a warm smile on his face. "It's peaceful."

As they lay together, a comfortable silence enveloped them, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves or the distant sound of laughter from the festival. Wooyoung felt a sense of contentment wash over him, realizing how much he cherished these moments.

"Hey, Wooyoung?" San suddenly spoke, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me that even when I move in, we'll still do stuff like this. No matter how chaotic life gets," he said, turning his head slightly to look at Wooyoung.

Wooyoung smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I promise. We'll make it work."

"Good," San replied, a hint of seriousness in his tone. "Because I don't want to lose this."

They shared a quiet moment, and Wooyoung felt an overwhelming urge to lean closer. Without thinking, he turned his head and captured San's gaze, a gentle warmth enveloping them.

"I'm glad we met, you know," Wooyoung said softly, his heart racing.

San's gaze softened as he looked down at Wooyoung. The moment felt perfect—like it had been waiting for them all along. Slowly, they leaned closer, lips inches apart, the air between them buzzing with unspoken feelings—

Until—meow!

Both of them jerked back, startled, as a familiar black cat strolled out from the bushes, tail high and proud, as if it owned the place.

"No way..." Wooyoung whispered, his eyes lighting up. "It's you again!"

San blinked, disbelief washing over him. "You've gotta be kidding."

But the cat trotted right over to them, purring loudly as it rubbed its head against Wooyoung's ankle.

Wooyoung dropped to his knees, scooping the cat up into his arms. "Aren't you a little troublemaker?" he cooed, scratching behind the cat's ears.

San crouched next to him, chuckling. "Probably got it from you. It always shows up at the perfect time, huh?"

Wooyoung turned and smiled. "Shut up. I think it likes us."

They found a cozy spot under a big oak tree, and Wooyoung, without hesitation, plopped himself down right between San's legs. San, with no second thought, wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The cat nestled itself comfortably between them, purring softly as Wooyoung ran his fingers through its fur. San found himself smiling, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. If someone had seen them now—sitting together under the stars with a cat curled up between them — they'd never believe that just a few days ago, these two had been at each other's throats.

"This is perfect," Wooyoung whispered, leaning back against San's chest.

San hummed in agreement, feeling more at peace than he'd ever expected. His arms tightened slightly around Wooyoung's waist, as if to say, I don't want this to end.

They stayed like that for a while, watching the night sky and occasionally murmuring small things to each other. The cat purred contently in their laps, as if it belonged with them all along.

When they finally got tired, Wooyoung gave the cat one last scratch before setting it down gently. "Go on, little one. Be free."

The cat gave them one last look—like it understood them somehow—and then trotted off into the shadows.

San stood and offered Wooyoung a hand, helping him to his feet. "Let's head back?"

Wooyoung nodded, and they strolled out of the park, their pace unhurried and comfortable.

Soon, they hailed a cab and climbed in, the cozy warmth of the car making both of them relax. San placed his bags by his feet, glancing at Wooyoung with a small smile. "Your place it is."

"Thanks for helping me move everything," Wooyoung said, his voice soft as his head rested against the window.

San smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Don't get too used to me doing everything, dear."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "You love it."

San's response was a low chuckle, and the car ride continued in a comfortable silence, the city lights flickering by as they made their way to Wooyoung's apartment.

And just like that, the two of them were ready to face the next day—together.