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【36】

on weekends when san sleeps over at wooyoung's place, their mornings always follow the same lazy, comfortable rhythm.

san is usually the first to wake up, but when woo wakes up before him instead of getting out of bed, he just rolls over and stares at san until he stirs. sometimes he pokes san's cheek, sometimes he messes with his hair, and sometimes he just lies there dramatically sighing until san finally grumbles, "stop breathing so loud."

when san finally wakes up, he's slow about it—stretching his arms, burying his face in the pillow for a few more seconds before rolling onto his back with a heavy sigh. wooyoung always greets him with a smug grin.

"good morning, sunshine."

san groans, covering his face with his arm. "too early for you to be this annoying."

"it's almost noon."

"exactly."

eventually, wooyoung drags san out of bed and into the kitchen, both of them still in their pajamas, their hair messy from sleep. wooyoung starts making breakfast—or, more accurately, throwing random things into a pan and hoping for the best—while san leans against the counter, watching with mild amusement.

"do you even know what you're making?" san asks, eyeing the chaos on the stove.

"nope," wooyoung replies, flipping something that probably shouldn't be flipped.

san sighs but doesn't stop him. he just steps in occasionally to fix whatever disaster wooyoung is about to cause. this is their routine: wooyoung makes a mess, san fixes it, and somehow, breakfast always turns out decent.

they eat at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but comfortable. wooyoung talks with his mouth full, san complains about it, and yet they both keep eating like this every weekend, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

after breakfast, they lounge around the wooyoungs house—sometimes watching dumb shows, sometimes lying around on the floor talking about nothing until woo's mom tells them to get up and be productive.

after their usual lazy morning routine, san and wooyoung finally drag themselves out of the house, deciding that today calls for an actual plan—starting with lunch.

"it's technically a date," wooyoung declares as they walk down the street.

san raises an eyebrow. "is it?"

"yeah, we're getting food together. that counts."

san hums, pretending to consider. "so if i buy my mom lunch, that's a date too?"

wooyoung smacks his arm. "you know what i mean, idiot."

they end up at one of their usual spots, a small restaurant tucked into the corner of a busy street. the kind of place where they don't even need to look at the menu because they've been there so many times. wooyoung, as always, orders too much food, while san sighs and prepares himself to help him finish it.

"you do this every time," san mutters as the table fills up with dishes.

"because i can," wooyoung grins, already digging in. "besides, you'll eat it too."