ateez san x wooyoung 

i wish

 best friends san and wooyoung go out for the night, and wooyoung has a little to much to drink 

~ inspo ~

that one scence in wish you (kdrama on netflix; HIGHLY recommend) where insoo gets hella drunk and sangyi has to carry him home with the help of minsung
literally love that kdrama so i wanted to do smth based off it,,,

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   San wished this was something more than just a friendly outing. He wished that going out to dinner had more meaning behind it than just "best friends sharing food". He wished having drinks at the bar and watching Wooyoung smile and laugh at his jokes while slapping San's thigh wasn't something platonic. He wished for there to be something more between their relationship, but he was too scared, for he didn't want to ruin the bond that grew so strong.

   "Hey dude, you good?" Wooyoung's hand waved in front of San's face. The older smiled and nodded, flicking his eyes to admire the diamonds that started to sparkle atop Wooyoung's brow.

   "Yeah, I was just spacing out is all."

   Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "You've been doing that a lot recently. Just own up to it and say you're staring at me." The younger's smile widened as he dug his elbow into San's side, cackling. The older laughed too, but not as boisterous as the other, partly because Wooyoung was tipsy, and partly because the lump in his throat prevented such.

   "And what if I was staring at you?' San fired back, taking a prolonged sip of his beer. His heart leaped when the black-haired boy choked on his own drink, coughing and laughing whilst his ears flushed a bright fuchsia.

   "Quit s-saying shit li-ke that," Wooyoung choked out, grabbing the bar counter for support. Once his coughing fit was over, he took a long, and large, gulp from his own beer bottle.

   "What? Because it makes you blush? Does my little Woo have a crush?" San continued to tease, pinching the soft skin of the younger's cheek. The boy swatted at San's hand and pouted, rubbing his cheek after the older let go of it, and his heart nearly burst in his chest. Wooyoung was so effortlessly adorable, yet the younger didn't seem to notice.

   "It's from the alcohol you asshole." Wooyoung grumbled, cupping his cheek. Between his fingers, San swore he saw a rose pink color, but like the other said, it was most likely the alcohol.

   The two best friends went out that night to celebrate Wooyoung's recent dance performance. He was nominated for an Artist of the Month performance and ended up getting chosen, which baffled both him and the older. Over the past weeks, the boy worked for countless hours, rising early to walk to the dance studio, staying into the early morning trying to perfect every last move and foot placement, and stumbling into their dorm sweaty and weary. No questions asked, San would rush to Wooyoung's side and aid the younger with putting his dance necessities away and helping him to his room or to the shower - but most nights the younger went straight to his bed, flopping down onto the covers and falling asleep within a matter of minutes.

   San had to admire his dedication to his passion; Wooyoung has been dancing for years, and an opportunity like no other came knocking on their dorm room door that made the boy want to prove himself. He's under a good company at the moment, but this could skyrocket his popularity and even get him into an even better company with even more opportunities to showcase his abilities.

   And San was beyond proud of his best friend. He's been with Wooyoung throughout his entire dance journey, through the thick and messy patches to the bright and shiny ones like now, and when that letter came sliding under their door, San felt like hugging his best friend until the younger yelled at him to stop. San wished he could pull his best friend in for a hug that lasted longer than a couple seconds. San wished the day Wooyoung got the letter that he pulled the younger in for a kiss, one that would convey how proud he was and how much he loves the boy.

   San wished for a lot of things to be different between him and Wooyoung, but he also wished everything stayed the same. He didn't want to lose what they already had, what the two of them built together over so many years. If one sentence, three words that held so much, could shatter everything San and Wooyoung had, San would never do it. He would stick to his desperate "I wish"s if it meant that Wooyoung would still be in his life.

   To accompany the celebration, San proposed they go out for drinks, which the younger immediately agreed to, nearly running out the door when San finished tying his shoelaces. Wooyoung led the other to a quaint and cute bar, with wood furniture and plants that cascaded down in flowing layers. It was somewhat hidden from the main road - down a side street and through a shady alley - but the walk was worth it. San would do anything to spend time with Wooyoung, even if it was jogging through a possible gang meet-up spot.

   San would do practically anything for the younger, for he loved Wooyoung with his whole heart, but carrying him home while he was shit-faced and blabbering incoherent sentences wasn't something San had in mind.

   "Heyy San-nie," Wooyoung slurred out. He laid his arms over San's shoulders, hugging the older and burying his head in the crook of his neck.

   San sighed, though a smile was plastered on his cherry lips, and pushed the key into the lock of their dorm room. "Yes Woo."

   "Yo-You're....You're pre-tty."

   San jerked his hand and froze. 'He's drunk, San. This is just some stupid shit he's rattling off, just like what he was doing while we we're walking home. Nothing more, nothing less.' He eventually let out a tense chuckle. "Thanks dude. You're not too bad yourself."

   He turned to Wooyoung as he guided the boy inside, staggering under his weight, but giving the wasted man a fond smile and kicking the door closed. San's smile only deepened when he found Wooyoung passed out on his shoulder, mouth agape and a string of saliva dripping from his plush lips. San pursed his lips to suppress a chuckle and shuffled over to their dorm room's couch, gently laying Wooyoung down so as to not wake him. When he pulled back - not before wiping away some of Wooyoung's drool from his jacket - he carefully sat near the younger and tenderly placed his hand on his thigh.

   San couldn't stop the smile he had on from widening whilst staring down at Wooyoung with such adoration and endearment shining in his eyes that if the younger saw, he would have surely puked. San held so much love for Wooyoung for so long that it was getting hard to contain it all. He would let himself slip at times, hugging Wooyoung tighter than he usually does or furtively tugging on his hand until the younger gave in and interlaced his fingers with San's. During those moments, San wanted to believe what his mind told him; he wished that the fairy tale he painted for himself was real, he wished that all those dreams he had of kissing Wooyoung until he was breathless were memories and not just his imagination.

   San wished for his relationship with Wooyoung to take those few steps further, but he was scared it would sever their bond. Seven years of smiles, laughter, and pure bliss down the drain with only a brush of their lips. But...what if it didn't end up all washed away. What if Wooyoung reciprocated the kiss, the prolonged hug, the sneaky handhold? What if the narrative San was telling himself wasn't true, for the younger actually liked him back, and all those times in which San doubted his logic, it was simply Wooyoung displaying his affection for him.

   As his mind fought with different possibilities and outcomes, something thrust itself forward, making the sole thing his mind focused on. His thumb was rubbing Wooyoung's thigh, but it stopped upon thinking about the idea more, and it ignited something within him. Without much more thought, San turned his hand on Wooyoung's thigh, shuffled his legs closer to the couch, and leaned down.

   His heart was thundering in his chest, but that was the least of his worries as his lips got closer to the younger's own plump ones... yet just as he was about to connect them San stopped. It was like he resurfaced from being under water; his mind cleared and he froze with how close he had gotten to his best friend. A simple push and San would have his lips on Wooyoung's. San blinked and stared at his friend. What the hell was he thinking?! Forcing himself onto Wooyoung when he's drunk and passed out is the last thing San wants to do, and he would prefer if his confession would be when the younger was conscious. Hell, why would San even want to confess? He knew the repercussions.

   San stood and shook his head. "What the fuck am I doing?" He mumbled, giving Wooyoung one last look before leaving him alone, walking off into his bathroom and closing the door.

   Curses and some bangs were heard, then the sound of running water engulfed the dorm room, giving a sort of white noise to the once quiet house. San tried to shower the night away, hoping that the water running down his face and back would wash away the feeling and urge he had just minutes prior.

   But as San showered and regretted every action he made, Wooyoung laid on the couch awake and with his eyes fixed up at the ceiling, the tips of his fingers ghosting over and sometimes grazing his lips. Though Wooyoung indeed passed out, he had woken back up, but kept his eyes closed and body still once he felt San's hand caressing his thigh. He felt San move, he sensed something over him and felt hot breath fan over his face, and he swore he could feel how much San wanted to kiss him. And even through his drunken haze, he still felt the rush of emotions that overcame him when he felt San lean forward.

   And if only he did. Because if San did in fact kiss Wooyoung, the latter would have returned it with as much love and passion as the older would have poured into it. For Wooyoung did love San, more than anyone else in the world, and he wished San would muster up the courage to just confess to him. Why didn't he do it himself? Well, he didn't believe San would ever love him back, and he would live with his unrequited love, but tonight changed everything.

   San wished Wooyoung loved him back, and Wooyoung wished San would just tell him how he felt, because if he did, Wooyoung would say yes in a heartbeat.

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this one kinda hits,,,,

go watch wish you on netflix if you liked this short cause i can practically quote that bl omg i love it sm

till next time <3