𝟕 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 • 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

27

When Yeosang had pulled up to Wooyoung's house earlier this evening he thought he'd say his piece, get his answers and then be on his way.

He didn't expect to be sleeping beside Wooyoung. Well not directly next to Wooyoung.

Yeosang was set up on the floor, and Wooyoung wasn't in bed yet he was in the bathroom getting changed.

Everything happened so quickly. Yeosang insisted that he would drive home, even if silently he knew that was a bad idea in this storm. He was then sat down at the phone again and was calling his parents to tell them he was staying the night.

Next thing you know Mr. Jung had rolled out a mattress on the floor in Wooyoung's room and Mrs. Jung had dressed it in sheets and blankets turning it into a bed. She'd then ordered Wooyoung to give him pyjamas and he'd gotten changed while Wooyoung got changed in the bathroom.

Now Yeosang was sitting on the floor listening to the rain pour down outside, desperate to know what Wooyoung felt.

Yeosang was frustrated because every time it seemed like he was going to get some sort of an answer Wooyoung's parents interrupted them. What did Wooyoung mean when he said that Yeosang did mean something to him?

Yeosang held his hand above his face remembering the feeling of Wooyoung's hand holding it, before quickly dropping it back by his side as Wooyoung came back into the room.

"Hey" Wooyoung smiled as he walked into the room making a b-line for his bed.

Yeosang dived for Wooyoung grabbing his pant leg.

Wooyoung stopped immediately looking down at Yeosang with curious eyes.

"Youngie?" Yeosang said looking up at Wooyoung "Can we talk. Please?"

Wooyoung bit his lip, his deep brown eyes staring holes into Yeosang. Wooyoung nodded and stepped back past Yeosang closing his door.

Wooyoung switched on a small bedroom lamp and then switched off the ceiling light, the room turning a warm yellow.

Wooyoung sat down in front of Yeosang pulling his legs to his chest and resting his head on his knees "I want to talk too" his said so quietly, it was practically a whisper.

The pair sat staring at each other before Yeosang acted first, choosing actions first over words since Wooyoung always seemed to respond to his actions.

Yeosang was nervous but he hoped that if he subtly asked to be comforted that hopefully Wooyoung would give him that comfort and confidence boost he need to say what he wanted to say.

Yeosang extended his hand to Wooyoung. Wooyoung hesitated ever so slightly but he placed his hand is Yeosang's.

They dropped their closed hand between them, taking a moment to enjoy each other's warmth.

"Wooyoung . . "Yeosang began. He glanced at the door half expecting to be interrupted yet again.

As if Wooyoung had just read his mind he squeezed Yeosang's hand. "They're in bed now. They won't interrupt us" Wooyoung said with a smile and a small laugh.

"Good . .good. . .well . . "

Wooyoung tightened his grip on Yeosang's hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, the small gesture reassuring Yeosang.

"I care about you Youngie. You know that right? I don't just kiss you and stuff because I can or just to tease you, I do it because . .because I like you"

Wooyoung's eyes brows shot up and his eyes widened, he looked down at their hands, his cheeks turning pink "I-I . .I like kissing you" Wooyoung said simply.

The sudden confession took Yeosang of guard. It wasn't really the answer Yeosang had hoped, but it wasn't in any way a bad response.

"Do you like me though? Do you feel anything towards me?"

Wooyoung scratched his neck and looked at Yeosang briefly "Maybe . .I don't know. I've never felt like this about a guy before. You make me feel all fuzzy inside. . .you make me question just who I am . .you make me feel gay"

Yeosang couldn't help but laugh at the way he'd worded that last bit.

Wooyoung shot him a glare "It's not funny! Don't laugh!"he pouted as he shook the crap out of Yeosang's arm.

"Sorry, Sorry!" Yeosang said suppressing his laugh and with his other hand covering their already closed hands to steady Wooyoung. "Okay. Let's forget about the whole being gay thing. How do you feel about me?"

Wooyoung thought for a moment "Fuzzy . .Happy"

That made Yeosang smile. "I make you happy?"

"Yeah"

"I want to be with you Wooyoung. Do you want to be with me?"

Wooyoung sighed, he looked lost in thought, like he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to say whatever it is that was on his mind. So Yeosang waited giving Wooyoung all the time in the world.

"Um maybe. I like being with you. I like what you do to me. Sometimes . .a lot of the time, I don't want you to stop"

Yeosang felt a giddy smile creep onto his own lips. Although he'd love to call Wooyoung his boyfriend right there and then, Wooyoung just didn't seem quite there, yet. But Yeosang felt better having Wooyoung confirm that he does feel something. Wooyoung was definitely heading in the right direction.

"I'd like to be with you one day, but I can see that you're not ready yet. So if you definitely feel something I'll wait for you until you are ready. I'm always here if you need me. And for the record I like kissing you too. So maybe we don't have to stop? Can we just keep going knowing that we each feel something for each other?" Yeosang asked

Wooyoung blushed an even deeper red he looked like a tomato ". . .I think I'd like that"

Yeosang gently tugged Wooyoung, not enough to move him, but enough to tempt him forwards. Yeosang gestured with his eyes looking at Wooyoung's lips and then back up to his eyes hoping Wooyoung got the message.

Wooyoung smiled. He got the message and to Yeosang's surprise pulled Yeosang towards him instead catching him in his arms and falling on his back as Yeosang landed on his chest.

They smiled at each other and Yeosang placed his hand on Wooyoung's cheek "You sure?" He asked double checking, making sure that this is definitely something that Wooyoung wanted.

Wooyoung nodded his head "I'm sure"

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