There is non-explicit sexual content in this chapter, as well as mentions of possible SA/discussions about groping, and very minor mentions of alcoholism through the chapter. Please do not read any further if you're sensitive to these topics.

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The break of sunshine parting through dark curtains wakes San in the early morning, unaware of Wooyoung's sudden disappearance. He doesn't think much of it, assuming that he went to shower or went to eat, but the moment he turns to see Wooyoung's phone dead on the mattress next to him, his heart falls into his stomach.

"Hwa?" San exits his room after changing, Wooyoung's dead phone in his right hand.

"Yeah, San'ah?"

"Where's Woo?" San stops in his tracks as he exits his room, eyes quickly glancing over every empty space in the apartment Wooyoung normally occupied. The couch was empty, the fridge was closed, the bathroom light was off and his bedroom door was still slightly open.

"I haven't seen him. I kinda thought he was in there with you." San feels his breath catch in his throat. Where the fuck was he?

"No, he's not here. His phone is dead," San holds up the phone in question, watching Seonghwa's eyes fill with worry. "I-I don't know where he went. He left while I was asleep."

"Relax, San'ah. What if he just went to get ramen or something?"

San shakes his head. "It's not like him to leave without saying anything, Hwa. He doesn't just leave."

"Okay, slow down." Seonghwa stands from the chair he was sitting in, leaving mail scattered on a table as he turns towards his panicked roommate. "Why don't we call Yunho, hm? He's a cop, afterall, I'm sure he can have the department be on the lookout."

"I don't want to file a missing person report, Hwa! I really don't want to overreact after he disappears when we have sex for the first time."

"You did what?" Seonghwa's gaze is wide and San's ears turn red.

"Forget I said that. Please." San places his hand over his eyes, letting a calming breath sink into his lungs. "Regardless, I don't want to panic."

"You are kind of panicking, San'ah."

"Thank you, captain obvious. But I'm trying to be a little less reactive before I drive myself crazy."

"Well, you've always been overprotective when it came to him," Seonghwa sighs, holding his hand out to grab for their friend's dead phone. "Let's charge his phone. Maybe we'll find something on it?"

"Okay." San hands the phone over, then reaches for his own, searching through his contacts before hesitating over a call button. "Should I call everyone? Should I call his mom? Like what the fuck do I do?"

"Okay, do not call his mother. They're estranged anyway, so she wouldn't be much help." Seonghwa lectures, walking over to the kitchen counter to grab his phone charger from one of the drawers. "Start with Yeosang. They're close. Maybe he said something to him?"

"Right." San scrolls back through his contact list, pressing the dial tone on Yeosang's number. "Pick up, pick up. Please, pick up."

"Hello?"

"Yeosang'ah. Have you heard from Wooyoung?"

"No, I haven't. Not since we left the beach house. Is everything okay?"

"He left last night without his phone. He's probably okay, we just don't know where he went off to."

"Well, he's not here. I'd ask Joong but he left for work an hour ago."

"Okay. I'm gonna call Yunho then. Can you pass the message to Joong and Jongho for me?"

"Of course. I'll let you know if I see him."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and San'ah?"

"Yeah?"

"He's gonna be okay, you know that right?"

"Yeah, Yeo. I know."

"Good."

The call dies and San swallows the dryness sitting in his throat. He was scared, but not a normal amount of fear one would feel when their friend goes missing (if there was a normal amount to begin with); San was terrified. Everything they talked about, everything they did worried San to a point to wonder if Wooyoung truly regretted their night alone.

"Sannie?" Seonghwa watches him stare aimlessly towards the dining table, eyes darting around the wooden table in a frantic search for answers as anxiety settles into his stomach.

"Yeosang doesn't know." San looks dejected, eyes blinking to life as he looks towards Seonghwa, who holds onto the dead phone, waiting for it to turn back on. "I'm gonna call Yunho, I guess. I just don't know what else to do."

"One thing at a time, okay? Call Yunho and we'll go from there." Seonghwa was annoyingly right and San almost hated it.

He does like he was asked, dialing Yunho's number and waiting patiently as the line rings once, then twice, then three times before it picks up.

"San! What's up?"

"Hey, have you seen Woo?"

"Wooyoung? Hm. I haven't. Is something wrong?"

"He left without his phone this morning. We don't know where he went."

"Do you want me to put something out for the district? We can look for him since he probably hasn't gone far."

"I–" San sighs. "I don't know. I don't want to overreact. I just want him home."

"Let me see what I can do. Can you meet me outside of your apartment in ten minutes?"

"Yeah, but what for?"

"We're gonna look for him together."

"I don't wanna impose when you're on duty, Yunho."

"He's my friend too, San'ah. I'm worried for him just like you are. Now do you want to help me or not?"

"Fine, fine. I'll see you in ten."

The call ends and San places his phone in the safety of his pants pocket, looking over to Seonghwa who was staring down at the now-alive phone. San walks over, staring at Wooyoung's lock screen as they are now faced with another challenge; his passcode.

"Do you know what his passcode is?" Seonghwa looks to his friend and San raises his brow.

"I hope he didn't change it." San takes the phone from Seonghwa's grasp, quickly putting in four numbers. 0710.

The phone unlocks and San smiles.

"Wait, isn't that your birthday?" Seonghwa watches with a confused expression glossed over his eyes.

"He claimed he wanted a password he wouldn't forget even if he was drunk."

"You guys really are meant for each other." Seonghwa wants to gag at the fondness of it, but San's heart beats a little quicker, watching his fingers move automatically towards his iMessage icon.

San scans the time stamps of different texts to several different chats, but the last text message he sent was to Hongjoong before San even came out of his room the day before. San doesn't bother to open any of the messages, setting the phone down on the counter defeatedly.

"There's nothing there."

"Aren't you going out with Yunho?" Seonghwa reminds San of his phone call, to which he simply nods. "I have work soon, otherwise I'd come too, San."

"I will find him, Hwa. Try not to worry about it. I will keep you updated with everything, okay?"

"Okay," Seonghwa smiles at him, giving him a soft pat on the back. "I need to go get ready, but take Woo's phone with you. He's probably going to want it when you find him."

San nods at his friend, feeling the positivity radiate from him. San wants nothing more than a hug right now, but as Seonghwa turns away towards his room, the only thing left on San's mind is to find his Wooyoung.

Ten minutes pass. San is sitting outside on the curb, watching cars pass with little interest. It was still relatively early in the morning, just barely ten in the morning by the time San sees Yunho's car pull around.

"I thought you were on duty today?" San asks as he gets into the passenger seat, settling into the leather before closing his door and buckling himself in.

"I asked my boss if I could leave early because of this. My partner offered to fill in for me, so, here I am. I have units patrolling around the area just in case they see him walking."

"You think we'll find him?" San sounds hopeless, eyes staring down at his hands as Yunho places his car into drive.

"We have to." Yunho looks into his mirrors, pulling out safely back into the street to continue driving. "Do you have any idea why he would've left?"

"Well," San bites the edge of his tongue, clearing his throat. "Wooyoung kissed me at the beach house."

Yunho looks surprised, but his focus doesn't leave the road. "Oh."

"And then he kissed me again at a bar when we got home last night."

"Did you, uhm–" Yunho is unsure of how to continue the conversation, clearly exploring new territory with one of his closest friends besides Mingi. "Did you kiss him back, or?"

"I did. Both times." San isn't sure if he should spill all of the details to his friend, but he decides that being hesitantly truthful wouldn't hurt. "Wooyoung got jealous that I was hanging out with a blonde girl I met at the bar last night. I don't know if he was trying to claim me or if he wanted me to realize why he was so jealous, but that's why he kissed me again. The first time I thought it was an accident because he was drunk and I was tipsy, I don't know–"

"So you like him?"

"I guess you could put it that way." San raises his brows with a sigh, trying his best to avoid the awkward 'I had sex with our friend who randomly went missing afterwards' talk.

"Okay, well. Where should we start?"

"We should just look at the places he frequents. The library, the gym, maybe his usual bar spots."

"Okay," Yunho sighs. "To the gym first."

Wooyoung's eyes follow the swaying branches hanging above him, head leaned back with his back pressed to a park bench. He had been sitting here for god knows how long, hopelessly staring at leaves gently swinging in the wind. It was almost noon at his point, eyes tired from the tears he cried meaninglessly an hour ago.

It had nothing to do with San, but it had everything to do with himself. His drinking habits were never ones that got him into trouble too frequently. Sure, he's flirted with some shitty people and had sex with shitty people, but otherwise, his actions hardly had any consequences.

Wooyoung was stuck on the idea of what could've happened instead of what did happen. His mind trails in ups and downs, listening to the fear of some random drunk girl touching his body while he was basically inebriated. Sure, he drinks a lot, but that was by far the drunkest he's ever been.

Normally he's out with San and their friends, goofing off at some bar with little interest in bringing someone home, but then there are the times where Wooyoung finds eyes trailing his body, begging for a chance as he drunkenly approaches them and kisses the alcohol from their lips.

Never did he imagine that he would be kissing San after years of friendship, begging for San's hands on his body intimately. He doesn't regret it, not even in the slightest. But that wasn't his problem; he found shame in knowing that he would ever allow himself to get that drunk in the first place.

What if she took him to a room and had her way? What if Wooyoung wanted her to? What if Wooyoung kissed her instead of San that night?

The thought of it all made him sick.

His head cranes down, hands reaching towards his face as he rubs the redness from his eyes. He was tired and alone, kind of hungry and craving a drink. He knew he shouldn't drink, especially in the middle of the day on a fucking Tuesday, but the devil on his shoulder craved the sting of bourbon.

He didn't have his phone or his wallet, leaving him with a crumpled bout of money in his pocket that he must've unknowingly shoved in there after escaping his warm bed and San's arms. He could run and grab a burger if he really wanted to, but the motivation to move from the park bench was hardly convincing.

But the longer he sits there, the louder his mind gets, and he isn't completely sure if he can stand one more traumatizing thought. He can still feel her hands on his waist, sliding down to his thighs and almost slipping in between threateningly. Wooyoung's eyes shut defensively, hands finding the edge of the bench as he forces himself to stand, leaving the memory to struggle on the faded green seat.

His eyes searched for something in the landscape ahead of him, an answer probably, but nothing ever comes. He stands there for a minute before shoving his hands into his pockets, dirty vans leading him back down the dirt trail he came from.

The breeze curls through his unkempt hair, tangled from a restless night with little sleep and San's hands in his hair. Part of him wishes he would've never left, exposing his anxiety to San so he could hug him and be held, but the other half of him is thankful for the blissful quiet. He needed space; time to think.

There is nothing more he needed than space away from his apartment and his mind, riddled with troubling memories and new feelings.

The sound of cars and buses pass by on the nearby street, engines purring as they come to a stop then start driving again, leaving little room for a voided quiet to enter Wooyoung's brain. But as he approaches the sidewalk and fully exits the threshold of the green park, his vans step onto concrete as he stands idly, waiting for the crosswalk to flash the cross signal. Wooyoung can see the timer countdown, but his eyes are stuck on the passing cars, watching the hues of each vehicle pass by without even thinking.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Wooyoung?"

"No."

"Good."

His breath hitches, remembering the batting, drunk eyelashes staring into his soul. Tight black dress and layers of jewelry, overhung with the scent of perfume and soju.

"Hu Tae." Wooyoung mumbles, voice catching in his throat as he hears the crosswalk signal suddenly beep, breaking his coma and stirring him to walk across the road. His shoes move from asphalt then back again towards raised concrete, stopping on the other side of the road once he's safe on the sidewalk. His mind was so incredibly far in the gutter, and the only thing he wanted to do is drink.

"He's not there either," San speaks dejectedly, sitting back down in Yunho's car before shutting the car door.

"Hey, we've still got one place to search, okay?" Yunho tries to reassure his friend, but can see the hope evaporating from his skin.

They had been searching the entire day, now only left with an hour of sunlight ahead of them. Yunho tried to take San out to eat lunch and to rethink their plan of searching, but San barely ate more than a couple bites.

He felt sick. He was dangerously worried, always checking his phone as if he expected a text from Seonghwa stating that Wooyoung had finally come home. But the hours pass and San never sees a single notification.

He keeps his promise to Seonghwa, updating him throughout the day as they search endlessly, but the news of each place coming up empty only drives him crazier. The fear of their shared feelings driving Wooyoung away was terrifying, crippling almost. San never knew that feelings like this could make him this fearful, but as the day drags on and they keep coming up empty-handed, San wants nothing less than to hold Wooyoung to his chest.

"We still have to check the bar, right?" Yunho puts his car into drive and San only nods at him.

Along the strip of places Wooyoung liked to frequent, Yunho and San had stopped into nearly every bar along the way. But at every stop, the bar stools remained empty, bottles of soju left undrank, and Wooyoung was still nowhere to be seen.

"One last stop, I guess. Go to the bar near my apartment, on the corner of the main road. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah. Does he go there often?"

"No." San sighs. "But, it's where we kissed last night."

Yunho stays quiet, pressing his foot on the gas as he drives further down the road, ten minutes back the way they came.

San's mind is racing. He doesn't know what he's going to do if Wooyoung isn't sitting at the counter with a bottle of soju in his hands. The entire day he's felt a gnawing anxiety chewing away at his gut. He's found it hard to keep the emotions at bay, trying to focus on different places Wooyoung might've ended up, but he comes up empty-handed every time.

San's eyes watch the passing cars and buildings as Yunho drives, letting the hum of the engine soothe his mind into nothingness. But before he can blink and breathe, the car pulls into the parking lot of the all-too-familiar bar from last night.

"San, before we go in, can we talk?"

San's hand freezes on the door handle, turning to gaze at Yunho tiredly.

"I know we've been searching for him all day, but I just wanted to ask if you've thought about if he maybe. . . I dunno, didn't want to be found?"

"Why wouldn't he want to be found?"

"Sometimes people aren't prepared to face a new life. You guys kissed–" Yunho looked uncomfortable, but his tone was soft and cautious. "That kiss probably changed everything for him."

"But you don't get it, Yunho." San's brows furrow slightly. "What we did last night. . . what we said–?"

"I don't expect you to tell me, but it might help me understand if you did."

"We came home and ignored each other for a while after the kiss." San's gaze found his hands that sat on his lap, feeling Yunho's eyes on him. "But, the moment I left my room and saw him again, I couldn't ignore him anymore. We talked for a bit and something came over me."

Yunho remains quiet. "I told him that I loved him."

"Did he say it back?" Yunho softly asks, waiting patiently for San to answer him. It seems like San doesn't want to answer, and for a second Yunho almost regrets asking, but San turns to look at him with a glimmer of happiness tinged beyond his gaze.

"He did." Yunho smiles at him, raising his hand to pat his friend on the shoulder.

"So that's why you've been so crazy." Yunho nods his head, finally understanding. "I'd be scared shitless too."

"He doesn't just leave the apartment." San reminds Yunho and himself. "There has to be a reason he'd just vanish."

"He wouldn't up and leave you without a reason, San'ah. He loves you more than I think you realize."

"You're only saying that–"

"No." Yunho smiles, leaning back into the drivers' seat. "I've always wondered why he looked at you the way he did. I knew there was something lingering inside of him. Now that I know what has happened between you, everything just makes sense."

"You're joking, right?"

"Not even in the slightest." Yunho tilts his head slightly, his left hand finding the door handle. "Let's go inside."

Both males exit the car and head towards the front door, hands finding the black handle to swing wooden doors open, welcoming the smell of a grease frier and booze. San immediately looks around, finding it hard to spot Wooyoung in the crowd of people hovering near the bar.

"Is it possible he's sitting down in a booth?" Yunho leans over to ask, and San immediately shakes his head.

"He likes to watch the TV's," San leans forwards on his tip-toes, trying to gage some more height to see over the lingering horde of drunken consumers, but he sees nothing.

Yunho tries approaching the bar, San not too far behind, shoulders pushing through the crowd as Yunho's hands finally greet the wooden bartop. San appears to his right, leaning forwards to look down the line of people, only to see that Wooyoung was not there.

San's heart breaks again, his gaze being reeled back towards his hands as they rest against the bar. Yunho can see the sadness simmering in San's body language as he sinks back to his slouched position. Yunho's hand finds San's mid-back, rubbing it gently along his spine in an act of comfort, one that warms San's aching heart.

"San'ah?" San at first thinks the voice is Yunho asking him another question, but he feels Yunho's hand tap his back hurriedly. San stands straight, turning around and feeling his heart sink into the floor.

"Woo–" San bites down on his lip, unable to control the tears threatening to fall.

"I'm so sorry." Wooyoung's head immediately drops down, and San doesn't hesitate to wrap him into his arms. Wooyoung's arms slowly wrap around San's neck, loosely hanging off of him as his tears flood San's shirt.

"Don't you dare ever leave like that again." San holds him tighter, listening to the bar music continue to blast overhead.

"I'm so fucking sorry, San'ah."

"It's okay. Let's get home, yeah?" San pulls apart, eyes trailing over Wooyoung's reddened, sad gaze. Wooyoung nods at him and shyly reaches for San's hand. San stares into him, tangling their hands together before escorting them out of the bar.

Yunho drives them home. It's a silent drive, but one San found comfort in.

They enter back into the quiet apartment and Seonghwa doesn't hesitate to smack Wooyoung on the chest lightly before engulfing him into a tight hug. Wooyoung apologizes again, this time to his roommate, while San stands behind them and waits.

After a minute of apologizing and playful lectures from Seonghwa, Wooyoung finds himself back in San's room, bed unmade and curtains still open from the morning. San is sitting on the bed with Wooyoung, hand holding onto Wooyoung's protectively, waiting for him to say anything. Wooyoung finds it hard to speak, trapped in a shell of fear and resentment that he only held for himself. He knew San might understand, but it wasn't a risk he was sure he wanted to take.

"You know I love you, right?" Wooyoung's voice is soft, gaze stuck on his lap as he watches San's thumb run along his cold skin.

"I do." San replies quietly, waiting patiently for Wooyoung's words to leave his tongue.

"I didn't run away because of what we did. I ran away because I got scared."

"If we moved too fast, I'm sorry–"

"San'ah." Wooyoung raises his gaze to find San's, searching his eyes for honesty and forgiveness. "I wanted to do that."

"Okay." San visibly relaxes, feeling Wooyoung hold his hand a little tighter.

"I was scared of myself. My memory has been really fucked up lately, which is why I wanted to know about the beach house stuff. I knew about talking to a girl at some point, but I didn't know that she, uhm," Wooyoung swallows, jaw tight and eyes flicking downwards. "I could still hear her voice. I could see her face and I could feel her hands on my body."

"Woo–"

"I was so pissed at myself for drinking like that. I never thought I'd get so drunk that I'd barely remember anything, let alone someone touching me."

"Please tell me you don't hate yourself." San pleads softly and Wooyoung can barely stand to look at him.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

"Can you tell me why?" San wants to hug him and hold him against his chest so badly, but he waits, holding onto Wooyoung's hand firmly, knowing that Wooyoung still seemed like he wanted to continue talking.

"The more I drink, the more I hate the person I become. You're always dragging me out of the mess that I create, and it's so unfair to you. But. . . I used to think that I needed to drink myself numb so I could go to sleep, but that was just a coverup. I wanted to drink my feelings away so that I could sleep with you without feeling anything."

"So, I give you insomnia?"

"No, San'ah." Wooyoung looks up at him again, eyes searching San's gaze for something; anything that he will give him. "My love for you gives me insomnia."

San wants to rush and kiss him, but Wooyoung's timid words prevent him from moving. "I've loved you for so long that the thought of waking up without you started to terrify me. With what that girl did to me and how she touched me–"

Wooyoung blinks away a sudden flash of tears. "I realized that I had zero control of myself. I was drinking so much that I was missing work and waking up late, then I was forcing you into my bullshit by dragging you and Hwa to bars just so you could take care of me and let me sleep in your bed."

"I don't mind taking care of you, Woo."

"I don't like who I am when I'm drunk." San's hand finally reaches up, grabbing Wooyoung's chin lightly as he forces their gaze to crosspaths. San wants to say anything he could to comfort his soulmate, but the words that tumble from Wooyoung's lips mean more than what San could ever say.

"But. . . I like who I am when I'm with you."

San pulls Wooyoung into him, pressing his lips to Wooyoung's own as he steals the breath from his lungs. Wooyoung's hands find the sides of San's face, fingers gently grabbing onto his hair as he kisses back, tears spilling over and rushing down his cheeks.

San can feel the cold tears suddenly clash with his own skin, catching him by surprise, but not hesitating as his hands move towards Wooyoung's face, thumbs trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're too pretty to cry, Woo." San smiles when he parts from him, wiping any remnants of tears staining his cheeks. "Regardless of whatever mess you're in, I will be there for you."

"I know," Wooyoung sniffles softly, hands falling to San's sides.

"Can I ask you why you were at that bar again?"

"Well," Wooyoung feels San's hands drift away from his face, landing on his favorite place; his waist. "I had told myself that I needed a drink. So I walked all the way back with the intent of getting one bottle of soju, but when I got there, all I could do was sit at the bar."

Wooyoung's brows furrow as he thinks back to almost an hour ago, eyes searching void space as he avoids San's worried gaze. "I even ordered the bottle of soju and held it between my hands. But I never took a sip out of it."

"Were you worried you were going to get drunk again?"

"I think I was more worried that no one knew where I was. No one would be able to find me, especially if I was drunk and out of my mind."

"I'm glad you didn't drink it." San admits softly and Wooyoung half-smiles.

"Me too. I'm just glad you found me."

"I don't think I would've ever stopped looking." San's head leans forwards until it meets Wooyoung's, foreheads lightly touching with their shared breaths colliding between them.

"You love me, San'ah?" Wooyoung's eye lashes tilt upwards, looking at San's gaze that stared right back at him.

"More than you know."

Wooyoung presses close, and this time, he kisses San. No more running away, no more drinking until he's numb; this was all he wanted.

Wooyoung's hands find the bottom of San's shirt as he pulls it over his head. San obeys silently, lips moving from Wooyoung's mouth to his neck and ear, biting down and sucking on innocent skin he barely left marks on the night before.

San pulls Wooyoung onto his lap, listening to Wooyoung's hitched breaths envelop the quiet room as San leaves a trail of love-riddled bruises on his throat. San's hands explore Wooyoung's hidden abdominal muscles and chest beneath his t-shirt, lips catching back onto the ones that begged to be kissed again.

"San'ah–" Wooyoung lazily breathes into his partner's mouth. "I need you."

Oh.

San's hands practically rip the shirt over Wooyoung's head, leaving the younger to bite on his lip and stare at the hungry eyes looking directly back at him.

San's hand travels beneath the hem of his pants and Wooyoung groans when San's palm greets him in between his legs. Wooyoung's hands drift further, pulling at San's joggers, pulling and pulling until he's left exposed at his thighs. San feels cold air hit his thighs and he hisses, his free hand moving to grab Wooyoung's ass and pull him closer.

Wooyoung rocks his hips into San's, groaning and biting his lip, foreheads leaning into one another, San's hands tugging down the fabric of Wooyoung's sweats.

Wooyoung is kissing him lustfully now, biting on San's bottom lip and tugging lightly, plastering kisses to his jaw and cheek bone, letting San do whatever he wanted to his body.

But as Wooyoung leans to kiss him again, San reaches away slightly, rutting around in his drawer until he grabs a bottle, leaning back into his spot. The lid is clicked open, fingers coated, and San reaches behind Wooyoung to press two fingers into him.

Wooyoung pushes his hips back on San's hand, urging the elder on, biting his tongue, letting his noises be soaked to muffled silence as San quickly moves within him.

"Stop teasing me–" Wooyoung hushes against San's lips, biting and pulling on San's lower lip.

"Are you sure?" San asks, eyes flicking between his lips and his eyes. "I don't want you to be sore, Young'ah."

"I'm so sure," Wooyoung promises, kissing him chastely. "Please– just, please."

San rolls Wooyoung's pants down further after removing his fingers, then lines up their hips. Wooyoung raises himself on his knees slightly, allowing himself to carefully sink down onto San with no resistance. A holds back a guttural groan, head tilting backwards as San bites down on his pulse, breathing hot air against his bitten skin.

San feels like he's in heaven. A blissful euphoric sensation is crawling up his spine as he feels his lips melt against the younger's when he leans back towards him. Wooyoung's breaths are heavy, head tilted to the side as he leaves his neck exposed for San to leave more loving bruises.

San does exactly that, teeth gently grabbing Wooyoung's ear lobe and leaving gentle kisses right below. Wooyoung brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes, looking down at San with an almost tired gaze, wordlessly pleading to switch, wanting to feel San completely. San wraps an arm around his back, moving them both further into the press of the mattress and messy sheets, leaving San to tower over him. Both males struggle to remove their bottoms completely, tossing them away to leave them pressing skin against skin.

"This okay?" San breathes and Wooyoung breathes a quiet yes.

San lovingly connects their bodies again, lips pressing kisses to Wooyoung's collarbones, then to his chest, eventually trailing back up towards his neck and jawline.

Wooyoung's hands find San's hair again, smiling with ecstasy coursing through his veins as he watches San move above him, wanting to engrave this memory into his brain forever.

"I really fucking love you," San breathily admits, forehead leaning down to rest against Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung's lips break into a smile, teeth grabbing into the interior of his cheek as he muffles sounds aching in his throat.

"I love you, too, San'ah–" Wooyoung lets out an embarrassing whine, biting down on his tongue before any more sounds could break from his lips. He can feel San chuckle against his skin, which in turn makes him smile more.

The last few sloppy grinds of San's hips send them both onto cloud nine, heavy breaths fill the room as they lean into one another, restlessly climbing down from their respectful highs. San's elbows raise him just enough to plant a languid, loving kiss on Wooyoung's lips, forehead dappled in sweat and eyes closed.

Wooyoung really loved him. There was sudden doubt bundled in his chest that weighed down on him heavily this morning, concerned that it was the booze influencing his mind to act on feelings that seemed preposterous. But as he lays there with San over him, tasting his shared saliva and feeling him, Wooyoung feels more sure about his feelings than he's ever felt over anything in his entire life.

San eventually leaves the bed begrudgingly, walking into the bathroom to clean himself before returning and placing a feather-light kiss on Wooyoung's forehead. He helps clean off Wooyoung's skin, then climbs into bed with him, arms pulling Wooyoung closer and into his chest.

"Tired?" San asks softly, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

"Very."

"Do you need me to get you anything?"

Wooyoung sleepily smiles at him, leaning as close as he could manage. "Just you."

"Haven't you had enough of me?"

"I can never have enough of you, San'ah." Wooyoung hums, kissing San's chest twice. "I love you endlessly."

"I love you most, Wooyoung." San kisses his shoulder, then rests his head on their shared pillow, eyes closing with a calming breath.

Wooyoung finally got to sleep happily for the first time in a while, and San didn't let go of him once.

ꕥ ⸻⸻·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ 🙢 ♡ 🙠 *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙⸻⸻ ꕥ

AN: Thank you so much for reading Insomnia! Woosan's story continues in "Comatose" which has been finished as of 2/10/24. Make sure to vote for Insomnia if you've enjoyed it.

Tysm for the endless support on this series, and I hope you've enjoyed it xx