~》your favorite inconsistent ff writer just updated 😹 today I offer you woosan fluff >:]

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The loud vibrations of his phone on the diner's table and San's caller ID clear as day on the screen caused Wooyoung to freeze. It felt as though his skin had iced over and his muscles were too rigid to move.

He forces movement and snatches the device off the table when other people seated at their tables started looking in search of the buzzing noise.

The call stops as he held the phone in his hand for a long moment. And when San doesn't call again, he sighs deeply. His heart hammers in his chest and nerves hummed under his skin. He closes his eyes while rubbing at his brows before he runs both hands through his hair.

He couldn't understand why he was so nervous around San or even just the simple mention or thought of him. Like jittery, palms sweaty, stuttering mess nervous. It hadn't always been like this. They literally had sex the previous night. But he knew deep down that last night was a different case. They were both high on lust. The tension was too much and he didn't have to think, just do.

Now that he's a little more in his right mind all he could think about was the different ways San would tell him that they made a mistake and that last night shouldn't have happened.

To him, it wasn't a mistake. Even though he knew, technically, it shouldn't have happened. He only wished his mom and San's dad hadn't gotten married. He wished they hadn't even met. But then again, if they hadn't met he probably never would've been able to meet San. How can you want something so bad but know you'll never be able to have it and still be ok with it.

He sighs for the nth time and brings his head down on his folded forearms. After what felt like an adequate amount of time to think, Wooyoung stands up to return back to the resort.

San knew Wooyoung was avoiding him. Again. Which was something he noticed the boy tended to do.

After knocking on his door several times and calling him, he decided he didn't want to chase after him if he wasn't interested in having a conversation. At one point he wondered if there was more to this new avoidant tendency of his.

But he'd rather not exert anymore energy overthinking. He was already kicking on a pair of jeans with plans of going to hang out with whatever friend was free at the moment. Better that than wallowing in despair alone in his suite.

Just as this thought crosses his mind his phone dings from the bed indicating a text. San quickly searches for the device in his sheets and when he saw it was from Wooyoung his heart skips a beat.

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Wooyoung:
Hi
Sorry I missed you call. I just needed time to think
If you want to meet up I'm in the cafe in the lobby
They have really good iced coffee 😅
I can order one for you if you want
So it'll be ready before you get down
If not that's ok too

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San couldn't help the smile that tugs on the corners of his lips. He'd never seen anyone actually sound nervous through texts until Wooyoung. It was quite endearing to him.

He completely discards his plan to chill for the day with some friends and his fingers fly across the screen as he texted Wooyoung back.

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It's all good
I don't mind trying the iced coffee
Just get me a small and come upstairs
I'll be at the balcony on our floor

Wooyoung silently and absentmindedly scrolled through instagram as he waited for San to show up. He was seated at a small round table by himself, his half empty iced coffee sat on the white table and had a small pool of water from the coffee's melting ice surrounding the cup at the bottom.

And when San's reply comes through, Wooyoung opens up the text almost immediately. He bit his inner cheek upon seeing that San wanted him to go upstairs. He purposefully chose the cute little cafe in the lobby because it's very much public and nothing beyond just talking would happen.

But going upstairs to the balcony, while still public, would probably have no one else around. Who knows what would happen. That being said, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't just a little bit eager to be alone with San.

So he sent a quick, "Ok 😇" and picked up his coffee to join the short line of people wanting to order something. After getting San's small sized beverage he starts towards the elevators.

He kept telling himself to breathe but he still couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat when the elevator dings, announcing his floor level. The sleek metal of the elevator doors slides open.

He quietly walks past the open sliding glass doors leading into the large overt balcony. San was seated alone at the outdoor table and underneath the grey colored table awning. And when their eyes meet San smiles. A hot shiver trickles up Wooyoung's arms and down his back. And he smiles back.

"Hey" He starts first and goes to sit in the other free chair tucked into the table. "I got your coffee" He lifts it towards San.

San's smile doesn't leave his face, only lessens by very little. He take the cold cup from Wooyoung. The sound of ice cubes and coffee sloshing around in the plastic cup helped filled the quiet space but it wasn't nearly enough.

San sipped the drink as Wooyoung sat down. His gaze remained on Wooyoung and Wooyoung's was on the plane in the sky that looked to just have taken off. The airport must be closer than he thought.

"You're right. It's good" San's voice cuts through his thoughts and he whips his head around to see the older male looking at him with a pleasantly surprised look on his face.

"I know right" Wooyoung takes a sip out of his own cup. He wanted to say something, probably start by addressing why he'd been MIA this morning but he also wanted to hear where San stood first. How he felt about it.

And as if San had read his mind, he asks, "So why'd you leave this morning? I mean it was your own room so it's not like you had to leave to change your clothes or something" There was some level of jest and playful fun to his voice and that's perhaps what helped ease Wooyoung's tension a little. It let him know that he isn't upset.

"I just needed to think about last night I guess. And... us" He says whilst looking San straight in the eyes. He wanted to take this seriously. He needed to make sure San knew exactly how he felt and how real those feelings were.

"And..." San starts with a somewhat hesitant edge to his voice. "What was your thought process like?" He takes another sip of his drink.

"It was-" Wooyoung pauses this time to take a breath, giving himself time to formulate a cohesive sentence. "Eye opening, I guess"

San cocks his head to the side as if to say, 'what do you mean?'

"I like you, a lot. And not in a way I should" Wooyoung blurts with his eyes fixed on his drink. Too anxious to look at anywhere else. "But you already know that" He intentionally uses 'like' rather than the other L word. It felt too much jumping to that base at their current level. But they both knew that ship has long sailed.

It was quiet for a moment. And the longer the silence stretched the deeper Wooyoung's heart sank. He knew he was beet red after just confessing like a school girl to her crush. But the fact that San wasn't saying anything was that much more embarrassing.

He wills himself to glance up and saw that the boy was also looking at his drink, playing with the small pool of water that accumulated on the white plastic table, swirling it around. The corners of his lips were tugged up slightly. "About time" Was all he says.

Wooyoung's brows furrows in confusion and he pulls himself to his feet in an attempt to leave. Run more like. He felt embarrassed. Perhaps he just expected more from the exchange or perhaps he was in his own head about San not wanting anything to do with him romantically after what went down last year.

"This was a mistake. Sorry" He tries to leave. As if anyone could like me in that way. Matthew was right...

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" San quickly stands up and snatches him by the wrist just as he's about to walk past him and head for the door back into the building.

Wooyoung keeps his head down but doesn't fight against his hold. "You didn't even give me a chance to say anything else" San continues in a soft voice.

"I know you want to protect your dad. I shouldn't have brought this up again" He shakes his head, face downcast and heart racing in his chest. San steps up closer to him leaving a practically nonexistent amount of space between their bodies. His hand gently glides up from Wooyoung's wrist to his smooth arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Wooyoung swore the room was closing in on him.

"Look at me" San whispers with a voice so tender, yet oddly erotic, it caused Wooyoung's breath to hitch and come out uneven.

He looks up at one of his greatest weakness. San's eyes. They were like a deep brown honeyed color. Rich and chocolatey. If his heart wasn't already skipping every other beat before it definitely is after having taken a look at San's beautiful eyes up close.

The boy's rosy colored lips held a loose smile as he stared back at Wooyoung, studying him. His gaze jumps from one eye to the other before dropping down to his perfect nose and his parted plumply peach colored lips.

Then San slids his hand underneath Wooyoung's chin, just barely grazing his skin, to lift his head higher. San angles his head and slowly meets Wooyoung's lips with an open mouthed sweet kiss.

Wooyoung was frozen in place but the second San's lips met his he immediately melted into it. His eyes slides close and he focused on trying to give strength to his now jelly legs.

San kisses him softly. The way his lips expertly moved against Wooyoung's was one of marvel. It effectively short circuited Wooyoung's brain. And when the kiss deepens and their lips parted as tongue got involved Wooyoung had to wrap his arms around San's neck to stop himself from falling to the ground like a dead leaf on a windy day.

San held Wooyoung's hips and ran his hands up and down his sides. Slowly. Sensually. San could never get enough of Wooyoung. His kisses are always so sweet. The way his lips worked so naturally and delicately alongside his own could only be described as an art form. And when he took deep inhalations of air into his starved lungs Wooyoung's clean, yummy scent would fill his nose. His natural scent, on days he doesn't use cologne, always reminded San of a big bucket of vanilla ice cream in a room covered with baby powder. An odd combination on paper but Wooyoung made it work.

Wooyoung could hardly keep up with San's smooth lips and the deep kiss. They pull back but kept their faces close, noses still touching, and breaths coming out in winded pants. Wooyoung's kept his eyes closed, too drowsy and knocked out from the exchange. But San slid his eyes open, his eyes fixed in Wooyoung's parted wet lips. He needed another taste. And he definitely didn't just mean of his lips.

"That was good" San whispers first. This causes Wooyoung to open his eyes again. The way the afternoon sun reflected in his deep brown irises and against his flushed bare skin made him look like something out of a fantasy film.

"The.. kiss?" Wooyoung's voice comes out in a rasp.

"Yeah. You don't think it was good?" San whisper under his breath while eyeing Wooyoung's lips as he opened them up to speak.

"No I- It was great. It felt a little planned though" Wooyoung eyed his lips too but kept shifting his attention back to San's eyes.

"Planned?" San asks with amusement. The corner of his lips tugs upwards.

Wooyoung nods. "And rushed"

"I just really enjoy kissing you. I get.. carried away sometimes" He chuckles and Wooyoung's entire face heats up. He fought to keep blood from rushing down south. Wanting to keep this exchange PG even though he knew that filthy kiss was far from PG.

"I... guess I like kissing you too" He breath's against San's panting lips. He could hear in his ears his own heart working hard to pump blood and oxygen to his brain. Making intelligible sentences was becoming a task.

"Well to be fair I did invited you up here with intentions of stealing a kiss or two so I guess you're right, it was planned" He confesses with a boyish grin.

Wooyoung laughs and shakes his head before leaning back a bit to rub at his hot cheeks with his sweater paw. "Well I'm glad you did" He whispers huskily then leans back in for another kiss. One that San wholly accepts.

This time it was less like two hungry animals and more like two lovers sharing a soft kiss. No tongue. Just passion and desire. Wooyoung had a desire for San so intense it was indescribable.

And when San holds him like a delicate flower, hands placed on either sides of his neck, as the kiss slowly deepens again Wooyoung's thoughts turned into a scrambled mess and his emotions were all at a high. But he never felt more at peace against San's warmth and body heat.

They break apart before it could delve into something less innocent. "That was good too. Maybe a little slow for my liking" San rasps out for a few beats once they had parted.

Wooyoung just steps out of his hold, shoving his shoulder back playfully and a lighthearted laugh fills the space. "Yah- enough. Are you gonna give a rating everytime we kiss?" He leans back on the glass railing of the balcony.

San follows after him, pinning Wooyoung between the rails and his body. "Maybe. But that's assuming we'll be kissing more often" He looks at Wooyoung with big brown eyes filled with hope. Searching wantonly across Wooyoung's expression for answers.

Wooyoung felt a pit open up in his stomach. He looks down and he subconsciously begins nibbling at his bottom lip. Of course he enjoyed the kisses. And the sex last night was amazing. But the real issue still remained. In fact it never left, they were both just too busy trying to get their dicks wet to acknowledge it.

On paper, they're family. Brothers. But in reality, their relationship was more complicated than any telenovela Wooyoung had ever seen.

"This is so unfair" Wooyoung chokes out, covering his face with both his hands then rubbing his eyes. "I wish our parents never met. I wish they never decided to get married. I-" His voice cracks and San dips his head down and presses a kisses underneath Wooyoung's jaw. Then he proves back his hand to place another kiss on Wooyoung's cheek.

"It's alright" Was all he whispers against his skin "We just need to take it one day at a time" San smiled weakly at him as he played with a loose strand of Wooyoung's long bangs. He tucks this strand behind his ear then kisses his forehead.

Wooyoung melted. He felt like a puddle given how San hadn't stopped placing butterfly kisses all over his skin.

The sound of Wooyoung's stomach growling was all that could be heard after a calm silence fills the space. They both froze. Then San laughs.

"Hungry?" San asks while Wooyoung cringes.

"Yeah" He says with an embarrassed pout. He didn't have the stomach to eat breakfast this morning given how panicked he was seeing San naked in his bed and knowing they had sex.

"C'mon. Let's get outta here" San nods towards the glass doors back into the building with a playful grin on his lips. Then he takes Wooyoung by the hand, they both grab their iced coffee and retreat back inside fingers intertwined.

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