The age of twenty-one, time to finally live like no other. One boy with a body made of impulses meets a boy that's in dire need of help.
"They call me a mess, and to that, I say fuck em"
(tw) gore, depression, panic attacks, and gay stuff
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The two boys fell asleep cuddled up on the couch together, watching the movie San recommended.
In the hours of the night, as the tv was still playing in the background, the soft light hitting the younger boy's face slowly woke him. Wooyoung's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the juxtapose of the bright tv and darkroom.
His eyes wandered for a second, slightly forgetting where he was. He rose his hand to rub his eyes when he felt the strong arms around his waist. It was then he noticed the light breath on the back of his neck.
If Wooyoung wasn't awake before, he certainly was now. He attempted to get up, the evens of the night before flashing through his mind, but the arms only tightened their grip.
Wooyoung cursed under his breath, looking around the room for any indication of the time. He noticed a digital clock under the tv that read 2:45 am. He sighed, knowing that the other boy was most likely deep in sleep, and not waking up any time soon.
Wooyoung ran his free hand through his hair, reaching for his phone that was on the coffee table in front of the couch. He turned it on, quickly turning the brightness down when he was nearly blinded.
He felt the breath on the back of his neck hitch and he froze, scared of waking the older when he was still wearing the skimpy outfit.
"Ughhh, what was I thinking going through with this?" the younger thought.
He put his phone on the camera, slowly raising it above his head so that he could see the other. Fortunately, his eyes were still shut. The younger sighed, attempting again to get up, the arms still not budging.
Wooyoung sat still for a second, contemplating going back to sleep and just dealing with this mess later. He picked his phone back up, checking to see if the older was still asleep again.
As he raised the camera, he noticed how handsome the older looked. The light from the tv, illuminating the older's sleeping state just enough. His face completely calm with the lull of sleep, eyelashes resting securely on his high cheeks. His jaw was sharp, lips slightly parted as he breathed.
Impulsively, Wooyoung clicked the shutter button, capturing a picture of the older.
What he failed to realize, however, was that even if your flash was off, the shutter sound was still on full volume.
As Wooyoung realized what he did, he saw as the older smirked, eyes opening.
He nearly shat himself as he was quickly flipped and pinned beneath the older on the small couch, San straddling the newly embarrassed boy.
The younger starred up at San in complete horror, eyes blown wide and phone falling from his hands.
As much as he was embarrassed, he couldn't help but notice how hot the thought of being pinned under the older was getting him.
