black cat | woosan ✔

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Wooyoung's sleep was broken by a tiny but determined tug on his blanket. He blinked blearily, turning over, only to find their cat perched on the edge of the bed. Of course. Who else would dare wake Wooyoung up at this godforsaken hour?

He groaned, rubbing at his eyes as the cat stared up at him like it was already halfway through its day. Motherfucker.

A glance at the clock confirmed the nightmare: Exactly 4:45 AM. Absolutely not.

Wooyoung groaned again, muttering something incoherent as he closed his eyes and drifted back off to sleep—only to earn a few sharp, insistent scratches from the cat. At some point, the stinging stopped, and sleep claimed him once more.

When he finally woke up properly, the cat was still glaring at him with that same disappointed expression, as if saying, I expected better from you. Wooyoung shot it an exasperated look and rolled out of bed. He checked the clock: 5:05 AM. Fine. You win.

With a defeated sigh, Wooyoung dragged himself up and shuffled over to the other side of the bed. San was dead to the world, curled up in a mess of blankets. Wooyoung tried lazily shaking him awake.

"San...San, wake up..."

The effort was half-hearted at best, and predictably, San didn't stir. Annoyed but too tired to care, Wooyoung gave up and flopped forward, landing face-first on San's arm with a thud.

San grumbled something unintelligible and barely moved. Wooyoung sighed and, with zero energy, let himself slump forward, his body landing half on top of San's arm. "C'mon, get up."

San groaned but stayed perfectly still. "Too early. Go away."

He shuffled further into San's warmth for just one more moment of peace. San stirred slightly as Wooyoung's weight shifted, his arm slipping naturally around Wooyoung's back. Even half-asleep, San's touch felt safe, grounding.

Wooyoung sighed against San's shoulder, closing his eyes for a second longer. "This is the worst day already," he mumbled, but he didn't mean it.

San grunted softly in reply, still not fully awake. "Go back to sleep."

"Can't. Your demon child's demanding food."

San's lips twitched into a faint smile, though his eyes remained closed. "No wonder. She's your demon, too."

Wooyoung let out a tired laugh, his nose brushing against San's collarbone. "I hate you."

They lay there for another blissful minute, half-tangled in the sheets, arms lazily slung around each other. The cat sat by their heads, tail flicking, waiting for them to remember that life existed outside of bed.

Eventually, Wooyoung groaned and shifted upright. "Okay, okay. I'm going."

San only hummed in response, clearly planning to steal a few more minutes of sleep. Wooyoung gave him a playful nudge. "I'll remember this betrayal."

San cracked one eye open, smiling softly. "I'll live."

"Tell that to your cat," Wooyoung mumbled, already regretting getting up in the first place.

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After dragging himself out of bed, Wooyoung stumbled to the kitchen, the cat trotting triumphantly behind him. It was pouring outside—the heavy rain pattering against the windows in a rhythmic lull. Wooyoung leaned against the counter as he prepared coffee, waiting for the machine to sputter to life.

"Morning," San mumbled, sliding into the chair at the counter.

"Barely," Wooyoung grumbled back, sliding a fresh cup of coffee toward San. "Your little gremlin woke me up at five."

San glanced at the cat, who had jumped onto the counter, purring smugly. San gave it a light scratch behind the ears ."You still love her."

Wooyoung shook his head with a tired grin. "I barely tolerate her."

San chuckled, sipping his coffee as he leaned back in his chair. "Mm-hmm. Sure."

Wooyoung watched the two of them, feeling oddly content despite the early wake-up call and miserable weather. He loved the rain, but why did it have to pour so much everytime they went out?

Rain tapped rhythmically against the windows. The sound, usually annoying, felt soothing now. He leaned his chin on his hand, watching San sip his coffee in silence.

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The rain was still relentless as they left the apartment, sharing a black umbrella between them. Wooyoung stuck close to San, shivering under his hoodie.

"I love the rain," Wooyoung muttered, kicking at a puddle and getting water all over his shoes. "But it's too cold."

San gave a quiet laugh, holding the umbrella a bit lower so Wooyoung was fully covered. "You say that every time it rains."

"Because it's always true," Wooyoung whined. He leaned closer to San, enjoying the little bit of warmth between them. "And it's a curse. Rain follows us whenever we have to go out."

San smirked. "You're so dramatic."

"You love it," Wooyoung shot back with a grin.

San nudged him lightly, their shoulders bumping as they walked. Despite the miserable weather, being this close felt nice—easy, even. Like this was how things were supposed to be.

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The walk to campus was quiet but comfortable. Rain dripped steadily from the edges of the umbrella, and their footsteps splashed softly in the puddles.

Wooyoung glanced at San, his heart doing that weird, heavy thing again. There was something about walking beside San, sharing the space under the umbrella, that felt...right. Too right.

He bit the inside of his cheek, the thought making his heart race in a way he wasn't prepared for. What the hell is happening to me?

San must've noticed his silence because he tilted his head slightly. "You okay?"

Wooyoung blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yeah. Just...tired."

San gave him a knowing look but didn't push further. "We'll survive."

Wooyoung smiled softly. "I know."

And somehow, that was enough.

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When they finally got back to the apartment, Wooyoung kicked off his wet shoes with a relieved sigh. "Home sweet home."

The cat greeted them immediately, weaving between their legs and purring loudly. Wooyoung flopped onto the couch without hesitation, stretching his arms wide.

San followed, sitting on the couch's edge before the cat jumped onto his lap. He gave it a light scratch behind the ears, watching as Wooyoung stretched like a lazy cat himself.

"You look dead," San teased.

"I am dead," Wooyoung mumbled, eyes already drooping closed. "Your gremlin killed me."

San laughed softly, scooting closer until he was lying beside Wooyoung. "Come here, idiot."

Without hesitation, Wooyoung curled up against him, resting his head on San's chest. San draped an arm lazily over him, pulling him closer.

The cat snuggled between them, purring contentedly, as the rain continued its soft melody outside.

Wooyoung let out a content sigh, his fingers absently tracing circles on San's hoodie. "You know...I think I could get used to this."

San smiled, resting his chin on top of Wooyoung's head. "Mm. Me too."

And with the cat nestled between them, and the rain drizzling gently outside, everything felt perfectly, wonderfully right.