black cat | woosan ✔

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After freshening up for the night, San and Wooyoung immediately dove into unpacking San's belongings. Though "unpacking" might not have been the right word for whatever mess they were creating. As much as San was usually calm and composed, Wooyoung had a way of stirring chaos. The room quickly became a battleground of scattered clothes, thrown pillows, and half-emptied suitcases.

What started as an attempt to be productive quickly turned into playful chaos.

"Catch!" Wooyoung shouted, throwing a hoodie at San with all his might.

San ducked smoothly, letting it flop onto the bed. "That was weak as fuck," he taunted with a grin, kicking one of his empty duffle bags to the side.

Wooyoung scowled. "Weak, huh?" He grabbed another piece of clothing—a shirt this time—and launched it at San's head.

San swatted it away effortlessly, his grin widening. "You're not even trying!"

Wooyoung growled in frustration. "Oh, you wanna see me try?" Without waiting for a response, he grabbed two more shirts and hurled them like weapons.

San dodged the first one, but the second hit him square in the face.

"Oh, you're so dead," San muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Before Wooyoung could react, San grabbed a pillow from the bed and launched himself at Wooyoung, smacking him with it.

"OW!" Wooyoung yelped, stumbling back into the closet. "That's assault!"

San grinned devilishly. "This is assault." He swung the pillow again, and Wooyoung barely blocked it with his forearms.

"Fucking bitch!" Wooyoung shouted, grabbing a pillow of his own. "You're gonna regret that!"

What followed could only be described as all-out war. They swung pillows at each other with reckless abandon, feathers bursting from a weak seam in one of them, scattering like confetti around the room.

San managed to corner Wooyoung against the bed, both of them out of breath but refusing to back down.

Wooyoung, gasping dramatically, raised his pillow like a shield. "You think you can win?"

San smirked. "I don't think. I know."

He lunged forward, sending them both crashing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. They wrestled with the pillows, giggling like kids, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

"Get off me, you gorilla!" Wooyoung wheezed, trying to shove San away, but San only pinned him down harder with a triumphant laugh.

"You started this!" San said, smacking Wooyoung one last time for good measure.

With one final surge of strength, Wooyoung managed to roll them over, trapping San beneath him. "HA!" he crowed in victory, sitting on San's stomach with a victorious grin. "Bow down to your king!"

San glared at him, panting. "You're the worst."

"Yeah? Say that again." Wooyoung wiggled his pillow threateningly.

San sighed dramatically. "You're annoying."

"Close enough." Wooyoung grinned, hopping off and dusting himself off.

After a few more scuffles and an unnecessary amount of thrown clothes, they finally managed to make some progress with the unpacking.

San folded the last hoodie and stuffed it into the closet, while Wooyoung dramatically flopped onto the bed, claiming to be "too exhausted to function."

"You didn't even lift anything heavy," San pointed out, rolling his eyes.

"Details," Wooyoung muttered, waving him off.

San sighed, tossing one last pillow at Wooyoung's head.

When they were finally done, Wooyoung sprawled across the bed like a starfish, clearly done with life.

"I'm not moving again for a decade," Wooyoung mumbled into the mattress.

San snorted. "You say that like you did any real work."

Wooyoung peeked at him through one eye. "Details," he repeated smugly.

San shook his head, biting back a smile as he sat down beside him.

Wooyoung shifted onto his side, already halfway to dreamland, as San grabbed the blanket and tugged it over him.

San stood up, debating whether to sleep on the couch, but before he could leave, Wooyoung's hand reached out and weakly tugged at his sleeve.

"Stay," Wooyoung murmured, voice barely audible.

San hesitated for only a second before giving in with a sigh. He slid under the blanket beside Wooyoung, careful not to jostle him too much.

As soon as San settled in, Wooyoung shifted closer, pressing his forehead lightly against San's shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

San let out a breath, feeling the tension melt from his muscles. The chaos of the day—the unpacking, the play fights, the ridiculous arguments—faded into the background.

"Goodnight, troublemaking bitch," San whispered, brushing Wooyoung's bangs gently out of his face.

Wooyoung didn't answer; he was already fast asleep, breathing softly against San's shoulder.

San smiled to himself, but that quickly faded as his eyes fluttered closed as sleep finally claimed him, too.

Their first night together, chaotic as it was, ended in quiet contentment—two exhausted souls finally finding rest in each other's presence.