The Love You Deserve (Woosan Oneshot)

Chapter 1

A/N:
I miss woosan. Also btw I bought aircon tickets see yall broke bitches later AHAHAHAHAHA

     Some days, Wooyoung looks at San and thinks to himself: This boy really has too much love to give. Sure, he may he dating said boy and would personally exterminate anyone who foolishly dared to harm him, but the majority of San's love came in  certain forms; through hugs, kisses, cuddles and a constant need for validation. Despite this, Wooyoung understands they may not speak the same love language and has learned to adapt to the other's need to cling onto him. Though, to him, it seems San hasn't adapted to Wooyoung quite enough, causing moments like these where the younger really just wants to be alone with his own thoughts and nothing else.

     "Sannie, I don't want to call Jongho so he can pry you off of me. We've had this talk before." Wooyoung's voice is meant to sound reprimanding, but the natural high timbre of it causes him to come off as timid instead. Timid is not what he needs to successfully remove a whole 175cm, broad and muscular man from around his waist. San was positioned behind Wooyoung, and it took every ounce of control within his small, wiry body to not slam the back of his head into San's forehead. Maybe that's a bit too much considering Wooyoung is dating the man coiled around him like an unrelenting, overly affectionate boa constrictor, but he's irritated and his ribs are starting to hurt.

     "Wooyoungie, you've been so busy and I've been so alone. The only company I had was Yeosang and he ignored me the whole weekend," San whined. His pink lips were pulled into his signature pout, which Wooyoung would normally find endearing had it not been for his pressing urge to get San off of him as soon as possible. Though knowing his flatmate Yeosang, San most definitely spent the weekend in silence with nothing but the few times Wooyoung could text him to make sure the older man didn't die due to lack of vitamin attention.

     "Later, San, please. I'm too tired to deal with this right now." Wooyoung didn't mean to sound as mean as he did, regretting the curt tone in his voice and the use of San's real name rather than a usual nickname. He didn't look behind him to see the damage as San unravelled his arms from around Wooyoung to set them limply by his side. Taking in a long needed breath, he whispered a quiet "Thank you". San reaches for something behind him, and Wooyoung can see from the corner of his eye that it's the other's favorite plushie to sleep with (Shiber is his name. San thought he was so cool when he named it). It's usually a substitute since San physically cannot sleep without hugging something.

     "I'm sorry, Wooyoungie. I shouldn't have pushed your boundaries like that. I don't know why I did that, I-" The break in San's voice puts a crack in Wooyoung's glass heart, and the younger stops San before he starts backtracking the last ten minutes and begins a deadly routine of self loathing. "Hey, Sannie, don't worry. Let's just get some sleep, yeah?" Wooyoung lifts the corners of his mouth up, but it feels so unnatural against the tight, chapped skin of his lips. San looks like he has more to say, but opts to keep his mouth shut as he mutters a quick "Yeah, okay" before laying down on the bed. He faces away from Wooyoung.

     Wooyoung doesn't know why he feels guilty, as if he just kicked a pet by accident or stepped on someone's finger. Still, his heart hurts seeing San look so puny next to him, as if he'd torn the older man down himself. Wooyoung supposes he'll apologize in the morning; now isn't a great time as he's naturally cranky when tired.

     He turns off the lamp on the nightstand to his left and hopes that this encounter won't cause any tension in the morning. The younger man doesn't want a repeat of the last time San pushed his buttons beyond his boundaries. He'd called San "annoying" and "insufferable", and Wooyoung doesn't think he'll ever forgive himself for those nasty words that made San too afraid to get near Wooyoung, fearing that the other would hate him if he so much as breathed near him. That was the biggest mistake he'd ever made in his life. Wooyoung lays down, back facing San. He pushes the awful memory down in the gutters of his mind and instead dreams of the raven-haired man beside him.