Cw// Canon Compliant, Fluff, cozy cuddles and gentle touches
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San found himself sitting in his quiet apartment one rainy evening, watching as Wooyoung quietly shuffled into the room, wrapped in one of his oversized sweaters. The world outside felt distant and blurred by the raindrops that slid down the window, creating the sense that they were cocooned in their own little universe.
The rain drummed a soothing rhythm as Wooyoung plopped down on the couch beside him, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh that made San smile. Almost instinctively, San's fingers found their way to the back of Wooyoung's neck, tangling in the strands of long hair there and gently rubbing and squeezing the tense muscles, just as he'd always done.
Wooyoung tilted his head slightly, leaning into the touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if savoring the quiet comfort of San's warmth.
"Long day?", San asked softly, his fingers not letting up on the gentle strokes at Wooyoung's nape. He could feel the tension gradually melting away under his touch, as though he were drawing out the day's worries from his soulmate's mind.
Wooyoung let out a soft hum. "Yeah. But I'm good now." He offered San a sleepy smile.
"I've got my exclusive free therapy session here," he teased, referring to San's habit that had become a constant reassurance in his life.
"Anytime you need~," San chuckled, his thumb grazing Wooyoung's hairline with a tenderness that felt as natural as breathing.
It was as if this touch was the key to unlocking an invisible doorway, letting Wooyoung's worries flow out while San poured his quiet comfort in.
Out of habit, Wooyoung slid closer, draping himself against San's side until his head found a secure resting place on San's shoulder.
San didn't miss a beat; his arm wrapped around Wooyoung, pulling him a little closer until they were entirely nestled into each other, both warm and comfortable.
They sat in peaceful silence for a while, watching the rain tap against the windows and listening to the soft sounds of the city outside.
Wooyoung's hand drifted down onto San's thigh, resting there casually as his fingers traced small, absentminded circles over San's right knee, right where their matching tattoos lay hidden beneath the fabric.
San had never asked Wooyoung why he did this-maybe because he already understood without needing words. That hand resting there, fingers occasionally brushing over the tattoo, felt like a quiet promise. It was as if Wooyoung was reminding him, silently, that he'd always be there, just as constant and unwavering as the ink on their skin.
"Do you ever think about how long we've been doing this?", Wooyoung asked, his voice a soft murmur, almost as if he had read San's mind.
"Doing what?", San replied, his own voice laced with a bit of surprise.
"Our hands," Wooyoung said, his fingers pressing gently over San's tattooed knee. "I don't even know when it started. It's just... always been there."
San looked down at the younger's hand on his knee, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "It's like breathing, isn't it?", he murmured, his fingers moving again to play through the hair at Wooyoung's nape. "I don't remember a time we weren't like this."
Wooyoung's eyes softened, and he nestled a little closer, his arm looping around San's middle as he settled deeper into the warmth of San's side. His voice came out in a shy but heartfelt murmur. "It's kind of crazy when you think about it. We don't even need to talk. Just... being here feels enough."
San's chest tightened with warmth. He didn't need to tell Wooyoung how much that meant to him. He didn't need to put into words how these small, almost thoughtless habits had become his anchors-the little constants that kept him grounded.
The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, soothing backdrop to the warmth shared between them. Wooyoung's hand on San's knee, San's fingers in Wooyoung's hair, the two of them huddled together on the couch like it was the safest place in the world.
"You know..." Wooyoung began, his gaze drifting to the window as he spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if other people would understand this." He looked back at San, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "The way we are, I mean. It's not something you can just explain."
San gave him a soft smile, squeezing him just a little closer. "Then we don't have to. They are Just our little things. No one else has to understand it."
Wooyoung's hand around San's side tightened gently, and San responded by pressing a soft kiss to Wooyoung's hair-their small habits, as always, weaving a silent conversation.
And in that shared silence, they knew they'd found something rare and beautiful, something neither of them needed to define and something many would envy. Just a quiet, steady, undefined love, wrapped in the coziness of each other's gentle touches, and loyal souls, speaking louder than any words ever could.
-The End-
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29/10/2024
A/N: Tbh, I felt a bit emotional while working on this :') <3
