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San felt as if he was going to die from the amount of bags he was carrying.

After the pair had left the cafe, Wooyoung had insisted they make a quick stop at the nearby shopping center...

That's where everything went downhill.
Around an hour later San was finally able to successfully escape the stores, although he practically had to drag Wooyoung out with him.

"Why am I carrying all of this?" San whined. Wooyoung bore a smirk as he glanced over to see the sight of his boyfriend struggling with the multitude of bags.

"You're the one who wanted to leave early. I had to buy things for dance," Wooyoung said, showing not a single ounce of remorse.

"You're lucky I love you so much, otherwise..." San muttered, pausing to adjust one of the bags which had begun to tear at the handle.

"I know," Wooyoung responded, a new bounce in his step as he walked. "By the way, whose house are we going to?"

San now stared at the younger, blatantly confused. Whose house? San didn't even know they were planning to go somewhere after this, but he certainly wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by.

"Um, probably mine?" San said cautiously, wanting to see where this was heading.

Wooyoung hummed, contemplating the idea. "Ugh, but your parents are home now though," he complained, as if listing a downside to the thought.

Now this sent a bit of alarm through San. He let out a small laugh, trying not to show his newfound nervousness. "Ahaha, is that a problem, or...?"

Wooyoung thought a bit, before shaking his head. "Nah. Let's just go," he said, suddenly picking up his walking pace.

San, startled at this, hurried to catch up to the other boy who was now leaving him behind.

An eternity of walking thankfully came to an end as the pair arrived at San's house. San rather ungracefully kicked the door open after leveraging the handle with an elbow— he was still carrying the bags, after all.

He finally managed to walk in, followed by Wooyoung who shut the door behind the two.

"Hey honey... oh, hi there Wooyoung!" came the voice of San's mom, who could be seen lying down on their couch.

They both greeted her in return, although the interaction didn't last long— she quickly returned to taking a nap on the couch as she had apparently been doing, after waving the boys off.

The pair made their way upstairs to San's bedroom, where he was finally able to dump the shopping bags on the floor.

Wooyoung shut the door behind the two, quietly turning the lock. He padded up behind San and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Do you have a pair of scissors I can borrow?" he asked, San taking just an extra moment to respond as he mentally moved past being startled at Wooyoung's sudden back hug.

"Uh, yeah I do. They should be in that drawer over there," San gestured, with Wooyoung nodding as he let go. He strolled across the room to the designated area as he began looking.

"Could you set that black bag on your bed for me?" Wooyoung said absentmindedly as he dug through the drawers, not looking back.

San glanced at the pile of bags, seeing not one, but two black ones of varying size. He picked up the smaller one, which seemed to be quite light.

"This one?" he asked, seeing Wooyoung find the scissors and stand up straight after closing the drawer. Wooyoung turned around to look.

"Oh— no! The other one, it's that one," Wooyoung almost squeaked, speeding over to San and gingerly taking the bag out of his hands. He leaned down, shoving that bag into a bigger yellow bag before picking up the correct item.

"This one," he reiterated, placing the correct bag into San's hands. He gave a look of understanding before walking over to the bed.

Wooyoung climbed onto the mattress and sat criss cross, gesturing for San to sit across from him. San gladly complied.

As if making a dramatic reveal, Wooyoung dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed. Out of it spilled a number of seemingly random beauty products, all of varied shades.

San stared down at it, before glancing up at Wooyoung as if searching for an explanation.

"I have to choose some makeup for our dance performance," Wooyoung stated to give San some context. "I'm really bad at this so Seonghwa told me to ask you for advice."

San blinked. "That's what you needed to ask me?" he laughed. "Yeah of course I'd help you choose, I thought it would be something more serious," he continued, picking up a small eyeliner pen and fidgeting with it absentmindedly.

"Um, that's not all though," Wooyoung interrupted. "I'm supposed to have someone put it on for me for the performance. So..." he trailed off, not wanting to directly state what he was asking.

"Supposed to or just want to?" San teased, getting the gist of it.

"Shut up, I'm really bad at it and it gets all over my damn performance shirt," Wooyoung defended himself, "Also I don't know what looks best so... help me please??" he begged, clasping San's hand between his own to emphasize it.

"Yah, you already know I'd say yes. Let me see these," San said, pulling his hand away in order to scoop up a pile of different lip tints and scan over the different labels.

"I like this one," San spoke, holding up a darker shaded lip tint. Wooyoung nodded in agreement, holding out his wrist and gesturing to test the color on it.

San blinked, lightly pushing Wooyoung's arm down. "You already bought it, no need to swatch. We'll just put it on you," he decided as he reached up and lightly grabbed Wooyoung's chin, tilting his face towards him.

Wooyoung didn't know why he suddenly felt nervous upon seeing San unscrew the cap and pull out the applicator, scooting closer to him.

"Stay still," San commanded as he reached towards Wooyoung's face, with his other hand cupping his cheek in an attempt to keep him from moving. San carefully swiped the color across Wooyoung's bottom lip, shifting into a focused state as he often did when doing makeup.

Needless to say, things soon became a bit difficult as San tried to be precise with the lip tint.

"Stop moving," San said as he narrowly dodged getting makeup across Wooyoung's cheek.

"I didn't even move?"

"Don't talk! That's even worse ahh!"

The pair sat in an awkward silence as San finished touching it up. He switched from the applicator to evening out the color with his fingers, a choice which made Wooyoung feel a bit jittery.

"Done. What do you think?" San said, grabbing a small pocket mirror off of his side table and handing it to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung gladly took it, staring at his own reflection within its surface. "I'm kinda liking this? That took a longass time though," Wooyoung commented.

San felt himself flush. "Shut up. It took all of my willpower not to give up halfway and just kiss you," he said with a startling honestly, gaining a laugh from Wooyoung.

"You'd look pretty in this color anyway," Wooyoung shrugged, as if saying 'why not?'

Wooyoung became very aware of the way San now looked at him after that was said. "Would I now?" he said, despite shutting the container and setting it on the bed.

The two held a tense eye contact for a short moment, with neither sure of exactly what step to take next.

And then, within a split second— San leaned forward, gripping the back of Wooyoung's neck with his hands as he roughly kissed the boy.

Wooyoung, smirking into the kiss, pulled San towards him by the waist. He only pulled away for a second to leave a peck at the corner of San's mouth, before returning to the previous state.

The pair shared a glance between them, silently confirming what they both wanted.

"Move, go sit against the headboard," Wooyoung managed to say. San, a bit disoriented, obeyed without thinking as he separated himself from Wooyoung and moved towards the headboard of his bed, sitting with his back against it.

Wooyoung followed close behind; as soon as San had situated himself he somewhat crawled on top of him, straddling him at the hip.

He quickly set to work leaving a scattering of messy kisses down San's neck, then following along his collarbone. He couldn't help but admire the dark stain left behind, mapping out everywhere he'd visited on San's skin.

"Hey, watch the shirt," San warned as Wooyoung bordered the collar of the garment— which unfortunately was quite light in color.

Wooyoung pulled away, although he kept both hands on San's shoulders. "You know, I just think this would be so much more fun if you were to take that off," he said in an ironically casual way, contrasting to the tension now present.

San glanced at his bedroom door uneasily. "Wooyoung... my parents?" San trailed off, with the prospect of getting caught contributing to his increased heart rate.

"I know. I locked the door," Wooyoung replied in a tone that was just a little too alluring for San's comfort. San also, at this moment, became all too aware of how Wooyoung was sitting on his lap. He tried his hardest to focus on literally anything else in the room.

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San found himself reaching down to grip Wooyoung's thighs, keeping his gaze locked on the other. "Woo..." he muttered, although he already had his boyfriend's attention, "What exactly do you want right now?"

Wooyoung sat in silence for a moment. "Would saying 'you' be too cliche?" he questioned, a playful tone to his voice. San shook his head in disbelief at the comment, despite a smile forming.

San leaned in to leave a soft kiss upon Wooyoung's lips, one that lingered for just a bit. He only found his fingers busy burying themselves into his lover's hair as the pair worked into a kiss of the most intimate kind.

His attention snapped abruptly to the feeling of a tug at the waistband of his jeans. San gently placed a hand over Wooyoung's, giving him a light squeeze as to communicate his approval.

Wooyoung broke away from the kiss, although he remained quite close to the other. Instead he diverted his attention downwards, as he began fumbling to unhook the button of San's jeans.

Wooyoung paused upon successfully undoing it, and a look of severe anxiousness washed across his face. He wondered if San's heart was beating just as wildly as his was at the moment.

San noticed this immediately; he leaned forward, gently nuzzling Wooyoung's nose. "Baby, you don't have to do this, you know," San reminded quietly, although Wooyoung adamantly shook his head.

"No... No, I want to," Wooyoung made up his resolve, gaining the confidence to pull the zipper down in one go. San lightly adjusted his position as to allow Wooyoung to yank the jeans partially down with little effort, revealing his boxers underneath.

"Ah, um—" San interrupted. It was his turn to feel embarrassed, as the reality of the situation hit him. Wooyoung glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I've never, uh... yeah, I'm kinda shy, so..." San mumbled incoherently, only somewhat conveying his thoughts. He avoided Wooyoung's gaze, taking a particular interest in the bedsheets.

Wooyoung leaned forward, leaving a peck just below San's jawline. "Trust me, I'm way more nervous than you are," he let out a laugh that was so quiet it neared silence.

Wooyoung gathered the confidence to reach down to San's boxers and gently palm him through the cloth. His face went blank upon doing so, much to San's confusion.

"Are you, uh..." Wooyoung didn't know how to word his question, although the surprised look on his face somewhat gave it away.

"Turned on? What do you think," San threw back with a blatant defensiveness in his words, stemming from his current exposed state.

Wooyoung shook his head as if to say he didn't mean it like that.
"No, it's just... I must be lucky as hell," he muttered, somewhat jokingly. San nearly choked upon realizing what the comment meant.

"Wooyoung, I—" San was cut off by the feeling of Wooyoung firmly squeezing, bringing all of San's thoughts to a screeching halt.

"Just try to relax, baby," Wooyoung suggested. He leaned in to quickly peck San, after the comment.

San was almost too distracted by the sudden kiss to notice the feeling of Wooyoung's hand slipping under the waistband of his boxers, quickly reaching its desired destination.

"Ah fuck, Woo..." San breathed out as he felt Wooyoung grip down, beginning to work a bit. Wooyoung only leaned towards San, placing a few light kisses along his jaw.

"Shh. Don't want to be too loud, do we?" Wooyoung whispered to San teasingly, before returning to his little pecks.

San gripped Wooyoung's hair like his life depended on it. "Mm, it's... your fault," San managed to say in between small gasps. Wooyoung, the evil boy that he was, decided to increase his speed at that moment.

San let out a small whine which was instantly cut off by a messy kiss from the younger. Wooyoung wasn't about to let him make noise and alert the household.

"Damn San, you're so loud," Wooyoung spoke against San's neck after pulling away lightly. San gave him a glare as if to challenge the statement.

The minutes ticked by for the pair, although for San it seemed like an agonizing yet blissful eternity. The couple had drifted into a feverish makeout as Wooyoung attempted to keep San quiet, although it didn't serve much to muffle his increasing noises.

"Shit, I think I'm close," San eventually admitted, surprising himself at the bluntness. This only served to fuel Wooyoung's boldness as a thought came to him.

"Let's finish you then," Wooyoung said, mildly confusing San for a short moment.
It was then that he felt a strange wet warmth alongside Wooyoung's hand, the two working side by side to bring San pleasure. San immediately realized what Wooyoung had meant as he placed a hand on the back of his neck.

A strange euphoric feeling bubbled up within him as he found himself unable to focus on anything but how Wooyoung was making him feel.
These moments couldn't have felt longer to him.

And then— a wave of bliss washed over him, one unlike he'd ever felt before. San bit down on his lip to stop himself from making a sound, although he now found himself breathing quite heavily.

"Woo, baby, I'm..." San trailed off. Wooyoung understood this, already having prepared as he felt the new substance present within his mouth.

San's mind felt numb as he basked in the dwindling feeling, with a hand still gripping Wooyoung's hair— who was now pulling away and sitting upright. He seemed a bit dazed, as well, wiping off the corner of his mouth with his wrist.

"I..." San lost his train of thought. He was at a loss for words. He had no idea what to say to Wooyoung after that.

A small silence ensued, both occasionally glancing at each other in a mutual state of disorient.

"God you sound so cute moaning my name," Wooyoung whined, burying his face in his hands. San immediately pouted, the embarrassment resurfacing within him.

"Shut up. Next time we're doing this in your bedroom," San said in a slightly annoyed fashion, although Wooyoung returned with a playful look.

"Next time?" he questioned, the smirk on his face obvious.

San suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. "Yeah..." he spoke, feeling a bit sheepish upon seeing the grin.

He sat up away from the headboard, ignoring Wooyoung's teasing stare as he readjusted to slide his boxers correctly back on and cover himself up.

Wooyoung took this time to lay down on the bed, beckoning San to be next to him. The elder happily obliged, laying himself down and cuddling up to his boyfriend.

San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung, cuddling into his chest. "You know something, honey?" San murmured to him.

Wooyoung placed a soft kiss at the top of San's head before shaking his own. "No, what?"

"If soulmates exist, you're definitely mine," San stated, causing a stupid smile to rise to Wooyoung's face.

"Definitely. I love you," the younger agreed, giving San a warm feeling that this time was only emotional.

"I love you more," San replied, with Wooyoung rolling his eyes despite San not being able to see it.

"Can I stay the night?" Wooyoung then asked. San looked Wooyoung up and down, and subsequently around at the items he'd bought.

"I wasn't gonna let you leave," San responded, seeing Wooyoung's messy hair and smudged lipstick state.

It was then that San realized he, in fact, was covered in a plethora of dark smudged lipstick stains as well, in more places that one.

The pair made numerous dumb jokes about matching as they drifted off into a calm conversation, cuddling to pass the time.

Regardless of anything else, these two soulmates didn't think they could be happier.