snapshot || woosan

1.9

They laid comfortably on the couch for what felt like hours, their hands gently twisted around each other. Their heads pressed together, their breathing was even and in time with each other. Eventually San reluctantly untangled himself and stood.

"I should get going, I don't want to impose." He reached for his jacket. But Wooyoung took his hand and pressed his fingers between San's.

"It's late, you're not imposing, you should stay." Wooyoung flushed red, "If you want to that is... But I'd like you to stay..."

"If you're sure that's ok..."

"God, this is awkward, we should have just stayed like that."

"We can do it again..."

"If you want t-"

"Of course I want to Woo."

Wooyoung smiled and pulled him out of the living room and towards his bedroom. As he stepped through the doorway he paused.

"Can we just like... Do what we did on the couch... But here?" He asked nervously.

San laughed softly, it filled Wooyoung with a kind of feeling that couldn't really be put into words. It was at that point he realised that he was in love. San tugged at their connected hands and pulled Wooyoung close. They were inches apart and their chests were touching. San tilted his head, his nose fit neatly beside Wooyoung's as he pressed their lips together yet again.

Wooyoung's free hand pushed under San's sweater and clung to the soft skin underneath. He spread his fingers against San's abdomen, he craved as much contact as he could get. San cupped Wooyoung's face with his free hand, his slender fingers were cool against Wooyoung's neck. He shivered. San pulled away.

"Are you cold?"

"No your hands are just-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, you shouldn't be sorry."

"But-"

"God why're we so bad at this."

They laughed. Wooyoung rested his head against San's chest. He could feel that laugh, feel how it shook San from the inside. Wooyoung looked up, San glances at his bed.

"Did you want to?"

"Yeah, yeah. Good Idea."

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Later, they found themselves wrapped around each other. Their own limbs indistinguishable from the outside eye. They held tightly to each other, Wooyoung pressed against San's back with his face buried in San's neck. San holding both of Wooyoung's hands close to his face, each one safely bundled in his own hands, with his face slightly turned so that he could be even closer to Wooyoung. Neither quite aware of just how much the other had longed for this moment.

Authors Note: EDIT// hi, i'm really fucking sorry, i just reread this and there were so many spelling mistakes, i'm just like 🗿, i guess that's what i get for writing at 3am

but anyways THANK YOU FOR 200+ READS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH MY GOD