Wooyoung sipped a warm mug of hot cocoa cradled in his hands. He swung his feet solemnly as he sat on the high barstool of his kitchen counter.

In the seat next to him was Mrs. Jung, who was nursing a mug of cocoa identical to Wooyoung's. The room was rather quiet, as neither knew what to talk about after the previous events.

Both found themselves unable to go to bed, and thus ended up simply sitting together and chatting every so often.

Wooyoung nearly choked on his current sip as a harsh knock came at the door. He immediately glanced at the clock.

3:00 in the morning.

"Now who could that be?" the mother pondered, leaning over to glance at the door. Wooyoung thought for a second, feeling something amiss.

"Did you ever tell San that you're alright?" the mother questioned, causing Wooyoung to break out into a sheepish smile.

"Um, I forgot to..." he admitted, with his mother shaking her head in amusement.

"Go get 'em," the mom smirked, gesturing for her son to hurry off.

Wooyoung hopped off of his chair and scurried over to the door, not wanting to waste any time. He fumbled to unlock and open the door quickly, before swinging it open.

"You actually showed up," Wooyoung spoke upon being greeted with the sight of his boyfriend, hand still reaching up for the doorbell.

"Wooyoung!" San said excitedly, grabbing the shorter's face with his hands. He absolutely attacked the boy with cheek kisses, to which Wooyoung mildly protested.

"Ew, gross, cooties," Wooyoung joked, lightly batting San away as he pulled the boy inside.

"Mom," Wooyoung called out as he strode down the hallway, taking San by the hand. "You were right, San's here."

The mom gained a knowing grin on her face as she saw the couple walk into the kitchen, hand in hand.

"You want something to drink, honey?" the woman said as she made eye contact with San. The boy timidly shook his head, a bit startled from her strangely nice attitude towards him.

"It's getting pretty late, uh... I might go up to my room—" Wooyoung began, yet stopped as his mother held a hand up.

"I get it. I need to go back to bed anyway," the tall woman said, finishing the last of her drink in one go. She yawned softly as she stood up. "Night Wooyoung, San," she finished as she walked nonchalantly out of the room.

As soon as the mother was completely out of sight, Wooyoung and San shared a glance that said both were holding their words back.

"You better explain to me what the hell went down, Jung Wooyoung," San pointed at the boy, who stiffened upon being singled out.

"I will, I will. I need to lie down first though, fuck," he exhaled, lazily leading San over towards the living room.

Wooyoung plopped himself face first onto the couch, before blindly feeling around for the TV remote. Upon locating it, he shut the device off, engulfing the room in darkness.

"You gonna sleep here?" San teased, eliciting only a muffled whine from Wooyoung.

San shook his head at the younger's antics as he perched himself on the arm of the couch.

"Can I at least turn the TV on?"
San asked.

Yet another whine came from Wooyoung.

"Baby, that's not a response, you're really not helping," San spoke as he patted the back of his boyfriend's thigh jokingly.

Wooyoung turned himself over, with a bit more struggle than necessary. "Come here," he beckoned, holding both of his arms out towards San.

"There's no space," San replied, deadpan, "I'll crush you."

"Yeah I have a crush on you too, come here coward," Wooyoung responded almost too easily.

"That's not... Alright then," San gave in, carefully crawling onto the couch and holding himself up over his boyfriend.

"You ready?" he asked. Wooyoung nodded avidly, and thus San let his full weight down on him.

"Ah fuck," Wooyoung said, adjusting to the shift in pressure. San only laughed as Wooyoung wrapped his arms around San's waist, using him as some sort of human teddy bear.

"You asked for it," San said softly, distracting himself by nuzzling into Wooyoung's neck.

Wooyoung only hummed in response, occupied with tracing circles on San's back.

"San," Wooyoung spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Hm?" came the response.

San lifted his head as to look at Wooyoung, but found himself surprised as the younger grabbed the back of his head. Wooyoung left a soft kiss on his lips, not pulling away for a long moment.

San stared at Wooyoung as he backed off, one eyebrow raised. "You wanted to say something?"

Wooyoung lightly shook his head. "No," he mouthed, a playful smile forming with the words.

"No? You just felt like doing that?" San repeated, a mischievous grin growing on his face.

Wooyoung struggled to nod as San gently lifted the boy's chin up. Within a second Wooyoung found San gifting the kiss back to him, although with just a bit more energy.

Wooyoung smirked against him, finding his hands burying themselves into San's hair as he eagerly kissed the boy.

After what seemed like years, San broke away to place a light kiss on Wooyoung's cheek, just on a whim.

"God, if your mom weren't nearby I'd..." San trailed off as he caressed the younger's head. Wooyoung paused slightly at the words.

"You think we should leave?" Wooyoung spoke in a hushed tone, making eye contact with his boyfriend.

San found his hands drifting down to the younger's hips. "We could always take this to your bedroom...?" he suggested, leaning down to place a sweet kiss that lingered on Wooyoung's lips.

The room fell silent as Wooyoung hesitated. "I mean, okay," he spoke, "if you want to."

San hummed as he nuzzled against his boyfriend's cheek. "Is that an okay or a yes?"

Quiet settled upon the pair as Wooyoung laid still, not saying a word.

San glanced up, noticing the shift in demeanor.
"Woo, you okay?" he said quietly.

Wooyoung avoided his gaze. "You are suggesting that we... do that, right?" he almost mumbled, a bit shy upon saying it.

"Well, yeah," San gave a soft laugh. "It would be nice," he joked.

Wooyoung gave a small fake smile. "Um, we can if you want to. I'm fine," he responded.

"Do you want to?" San emphasized, furrowing his brows as he sensed the other's hesitance.

"I'm..." Wooyoung exhaled, "not really in the mood but, like... if you want to then...?" he replied timidly.

"Nooo no no," San immediately cut him off. "We're not doing shit unless you want to."

"San—" the younger protested, but was promptly interrupted by the boy in question.

"You can say no to me, yeah? You know I won't get mad," San reminded gently, not liking the guilty look that swept across Wooyoung's face.

"I know, I know," Wooyoung muttered. "But I already told you I wanted you to be my first anyway... I feel kinda bad delaying it so much," he admitted.

"Ahh, Wooyoung," San stopped him. "Don't say that, it's not like I'll die without it. Some people even wait til they're married."

"Oh we're definitely not waiting that long," Wooyoung interrupted, provoking a surprised laugh from San.

A calm quiet fell once more as the topic died out, leaving the two to sit in each other's presence.

"How do you feel about watching a movie upstairs right now?" San asked, finding Wooyoung's hand with his own and squeezing it.

"Hmm. Which one?" Wooyoung replied, playfully squeezing San's hand back.

"Brokeback Mountain," San answered with a stupid grin on his face.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, despite the smile plastered on his own face.

"I'll probably cry if we watch that," he spoke, "I've read the reviews."

"Then cry," San replied in a purposefully ominous voice as he sat up. He was met with much protest as he slipped off of the couch and stood, stretching lightly.

Disappointed at the loss of warmth, Wooyoung lazily reached towards his boyfriend.

"Carry me," Wooyoung commanded, prompting a questioning look from San.

"You're gonna have to sit up first, baby," San spoke, not missing Wooyoung's now disgruntled expression.

The younger—albeit reluctantly— sat up, obeying San's instructions.

San crouched in order to wrap his arms around Wooyoung's waist, then swiftly lifted him up. Wooyoung, helping out, wrapped his legs around San's waist, giving the older boy a tiny smirk.

"Let's hope I don't drop you," San muttered, finding his balance as he tried to start walking. Wooyoung only laughed at the sentence, draping his arms over his boyfriend's shoulders.

San padded out of the room in search of the stairs, barely noticing the look Wooyoung was giving him.

"Doesn't this seem kinda familiar to you?" Wooyoung questioned. San paused for a moment, wondering just what the hell that meant... until it hit him.

All of a sudden he was back in the school's hallway, carrying a certain Jung Wooyoung near the lockers, still too shy to tell the boy how he felt.

"Fuck," San spoke, smiling at the memory. "I wanted to kiss you so bad back then."

"Well, you can now," Wooyoung commented, leaning in to press his nose against San's.

San, fighting the urge to be completely entranced by him, left only a small peck on Wooyoung's lips before continuing on his way.

"Aww, that's it?" Wooyoung fake whined as his boyfriend looked away from him.

"Be quiet or we'll never make it up the stairs," San replied, a sheepish smile on his face. He knew he was tempted way too easily by the younger's teasing.

"Fine. You better cuddle me during the movie," Wooyoung stated, only getting an obedient nod in return from San.

San knew Wooyoung had way too much power over him...

Yet he wouldn't have it any other way.