Perfume • Woosan | Ateez

n i n e {pt. 1}

It's nice seeing your f a c e
Makes me want to take a photo just in c a s e

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THE next few days didn't feel less like a dream. Every time they saw each other they needed to hold back a smile, every time they thought no one could see it their fingers ran over the others hands, legs, arms - whatever was easiest to reach in that situation. It was only a quick and innocent touch, but every time San could feel Wooyoung's skin on his own, he felt like he was riding a roller coaster over and over again. It was unbelievable for him how a stranger could make him feel. The only thing he knew was that he didn't want to be without this, whatever this was, ever again.

San wouldn't say it was the perfect situation, since they didn't talk about their feelings or even just about everything that happened since Wooyoung lived in the house of his grandparents. Maybe it was even kind of toxic to act like everything was fine and blend the rest out, but for San it was the easiest thing to do right now. He never had a boyfriend before, or any relation with any boy ever and he didn't know how to act accordingly, when Wooyoung would have another break down or when he would get mad again. It was selfish, he knew, but right now he didn't want to deal with all of that. It felt way too good waking up to the thought of having someone in this world, who gave him so many butterflies in the stomach, that nothing could ruin his mood or make him feel bad about himself.

Three days had passed since the Sunday San had shown Wooyoung his secret spot in the Comic Café. When San woke up this Thursday morning he woke up to the thought of it being only three days left to it being Sunday again, which made him smile like a idiot. They didn't make plans to go to the Café this Weekend, but he couldn't stop the tingly feeling when he thought about laying underneath all these fairy lights with the gray haired boy again. But it would be a lie if San would say he was 100% certain, that Wooyoung was done with staying alone in his room or changing his mood quickly, so he tried not to get his hopes up to high. Stopping his hope from rising at all was not possible anymore, after he had getting a taste of what it was like to spend time with the boy who made his knees feel like jelly.

One glimpse at his phone let all of these questioning thoughts vanish in a matter of seconds. He was used to getting notifications of Wooyoung answering his foster brothers in their group chat by now, but when San realized that he had a privat message from this special someone, his heart skipped a beat. It was unusual that they didn't text until now, because that's what teenagers did first these days, but they also lived in a house together so texting was not really normal in this situation either. But then again this whole situation was nothing that should've happened in the first place so the order of how they build this was already unusual enough, so what came first didn't really matter anymore.

JWY
Look out the window, Choi San.

San had saved the boys number under his initials, which made a little reminder for the day he had discovered them on his notebook. They had never talked about this gesture, but the thought of it still made him smile over and over again. It was such a sweet and simple thing to do, but San would probably never forget about it. The big smile on his lips formed all from itself after he read the short message. He didn't know the gray haired boy for that long yet, but he definitely knew that this message couldn't be more like him. No 'Hi' or 'Good Morning', only direct instructions and the thing where he called him with his full name sometimes. It was super weird that all of these traits already felt so familiar to him. And he just knew, that Wooyoung was smiling too while typing this message.