serenity ~ woosan

「 two 」

san/wooyoung

grabbing his phone as he walked out of his kitchen, san thought he heard a loud groan and protesting from a unit down the hallway. pausing to see if he was right, to be met with silence, he slipped on a white shirt that fit his torso tightly, accentuating his lean figure. he made sure his pants were buttoned and his fly was up before checking himself out in the mirror.

god damn, i look good, he thought with a smirk and a wink to his reflection. pushing back his nearly white, but still blonde, hair, he made his way to the doorway. he slipped on shoes and a jacket and announced he'd be back later to himself, wanting to hear the echo to feel less alone in his dark apartment. confidently opening the door, he started to walk forward until he saw a boy who looked to be his age rush across and down the hall with a box. confused and curious, san stopped in the doorway of his home, chipping paint on the walls and all. as the smaller man stepped up to the open door, his eyes darted up to san's and they caught each other in their gazes. san studied the grey-haired boy's face and eyes, letting his stare droop to see his body, which poorly showed through his large, baggy sweater.

"h-hi..." san's neighbor started before gulping.

"hello. what's in the box?" san grinned gently, trying not to intimidate the boy who stood frozen like a deer in headlights. after a few moments of dreadful, awkward silence, san cleared his throat.

"uh, alright... let's start easier. i'm choi san," he said as his eyes narrowed, trying to see what the boy was so nervous about, to no avail.

san/wooyoung

he's so hot, wooyoung thought as he gulped and stared at the taller man standing in front of him. he's almost too hot.

he stood awkwardly with the box in his hands, just taking in the man's beauty when he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping wooyoung out of his thoughts.

"uh, alright... let's start easier. i'm choi san." wooyoung watched as his eyes grew narrow, smaller. he froze, feeling san's piercing gaze go through him.

"jung wooyoung," he mumbled.

"what was that, cutie? i couldn't hear you," san smiled gently. wooyoung felt heat rise to his cheeks and tried hiding in his sweater, to which san chuckled.

"i-i said my name is jung wooyoung," the smaller of the two repeated, a little louder than before. once he felt his face cool a bit, he looked back up at san and took a breath after what felt like eras.

"what's up with the box?" san spoke. his voice was smooth and cool, and wooyoung liked it - no, he loved it. he wanted to hear more.

to his own dismay, he looked at the ground and rushed to start speaking, not wanting to be forced to deal with this attractive stranger for much longer.

"um... well..." wooyoung started anxiously, thoughts about san, who he barely knew, flooding his head. he shook them away and looked up at san. "funny story, um, the mailman... switched up our packages, i guess...? here, look," wooyoung pointed at the name printed on the label of the box.

sure enough, it said 'CHOI SAN' with big, bold letters. underneath had his address and apartment number printed in smaller, but still bold and capitalized letters.

san nodded, the corners of his mouth being tugged up. "got it. that was a pretty funny story, jung." to this remark, wooyoung hid in his sweater again after shoving the box into san's arms.

"i should get going-" wooyoung started, stepping backward. san scowled, some bleach blonde pieces of hair falling in front of his dark eyes. the same eyes wooyoung made contact with earlier, seeing stars and moons and the entire galaxy in them.

"do you have to go so early? i'd like to get to know you more," the blonde cut him off coyly.

"well, i-i have friends at my house... it would be pretty terrible of me to leave them waiting when they just think i'm trading mail with you... y'know?" to this excuse wooyoung pulled out of his ass, san gently nodded. with the nod, his hair bounced.

i bet it's soft, wooyoung's thoughts started, i wish i could touch it and look at him every day. he kept daydreaming until san cleared his throat again.

"you're just lost in your own little world, aren't you, jung?" he teased gently. wooyoung shook his head and apologized. san nodded as a way to say it was alright, then asked to see wooyoung's arm. obliging, the smaller man stood on the bottom step with his arm outstretched to the taller man standing above him.

with a swift movement, san pulled up wooyoung's sleeve and held his wrist firmly in his cool hands. he shivered slightly at the taller's cold touch as he pulled out a pen and carefully wrote on wooyoung's delicate wrist.

choi san
+094*****
text me when you're free, cutie ❤

and with that, the young choi walked off, advising wooyoung to let it dry before pulling his sleeve back down. wooyoung stood motionless, staring at the drying ink on his wrist.

did he just get a hot boy's number?