Blue Bird ||Woosan||

"You need to get laid."

San froze. The room went quiet for a beat-just the hum of amps cooling down. Then Yunho *whooped*, Jongho choked on his water, and Yeosang's eyebrows shot up.

San's face burned. "What the fuck, Hwa?"

Seonghwa shrugged, unrepentant. "You've been a monk for, what, six months? Since-" He caught himself, glanced at Yeosang, then barreled on. "Since *forever*. You're wound tighter than Hongjoong's guitar strings."

Hongjoong nodded solemnly. "Fact. And I've got just the guy."

San groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "No. Absolutely not."

"Come on," Hongjoong wheedled. "He's annoying. Cute. Total brat. *Your type*."

Yunho clapped San on the back. "Do it. Live a little. Worst case, you get a funny story."

Jongho grinned. "Best case, you forget how to frown."

San opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck. Last time he'd hooked up-*fuck*, that had been a disaster. Some model with a laugh like a hyena and a fetish for biting. He'd bailed before the Uber even pulled up. But the band was staring, Seonghwa's eyes soft with concern, Hongjoong's practically sparkling with mischief.

"Fine," San muttered. "Whatever. Just... shut up."

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