Nerves hummed in San's chest and caused his leg to bounce anxiously as he waited for his father's flight to land.

The airport was particularly busy that Friday afternoon with students rushing to catch their flights back home after the school year had ended or families landing in Gyeongsan for vacation. The bustling didn't help his nerves.

And every time he found something to distract himself with he'd quickly remember why he was even waiting there and the butterflies would return.

His phone buzzes in the pocket of his black hoodie, indicating a text, and he digs it out to see that his father had texted. 'Finally found our stuff at baggage claim. We're coming towards you now' the text read. San replied with a short 'ok' before he shot up to his feet and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. He looks towards the 'arrivals' terminal where they should most likely be walking in from.

More strangers walked past but no sign of either them. He sits back down and begins playing with the car keys in his pocket whilst trying to calm himself down.

The next time he looks up he spots his father making his way towards him with a smile on his face, his much deeper dimples displaying itself the way it always did. He was rolling behind him a medium sized luggage.

San of course smiles back but his smile falters ever so slightly when he locks eyes with the boy that was lagging behind him. His throat felt like it was tightening when he meets Wooyoung's eyes for the first time in months.

He was wearing a black face mask paired with a black New York yankees cap. So San couldn't see much of his face but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere. God, those fucking eyes... they glimmered the very same way they did the first time they'd met in that restaurant with both their parents.

He had to remind himself to breathe. So he quickly draws his eyes away from Wooyoung and goes to help his father with his bags. "How was the flight?" He says briskly after clearing his throat.

"Wasn't bad. The flight delays were annoying though" He responds with a yawn as he briefly runs his hand through his disheveled black hair dusted with the faintest strands of grey. "I'm kinda tired. Let's head to the resort, maybe you boys can order take out if you're hungry but I just need a shower and some sleep" He was already making his way towards the exit and San was quick to follow.

Wooyoung lagged behind them. He hadn't said anything to San. And San didn't say anything to him either.

The car ride was... weird. To say the least. Because as San drove, his father was seated in the passengers seat chatting tiredly with his wife, Wooyoung's mom, who was back home in Seoul. But Wooyoung sat in the back and just quietly stared out the window at the passing trees.

He wanted to say something to San, of course he did. But with the way San had ignored him back in the airport he wondered if saying something was a good idea. He wondered if San was even half as glad seeing him the way he looked forward to seeing San.

The way his heart raced like never before when their eyes met in the airport. How had it only been just over a year yet San had somehow become even more... sexy? From his short black hair to his slightly more muscled build and sharp jawline. And his smile. Wooyoung was glad he made the informed decision on wearing a mask because he knew his cheeks were beet red as he had tried not to check out the male.

He gets ripped out of his thoughts when the vehicle comes to a halt and he looks around realizing they were parked in what he could assume is the summer resort's parking lot. San's dad was still on the phone as he steps out the car. "Yeah we just got here.. I'll call you after we check in... ok... love you" He ends and shoves the device in his pocket.

"Mom says to call her once you're settled in" He says to Wooyoung as he goes and assists San at the boot of the car by bringing the luggages out and setting them on the ground.

"Yeah ok" Wooyoung says in an off-handed tone as he finally pulls his mask off. San couldn't help glancing at him and biting his inner cheek once he caught a quick look at his face. He'd hoped after all this time of not seeing or talking whatever feelings he had towards Wooyoung would've dissipated. That maybe after seeing him he'd realize he'd been mistaken and he truly didn't want him like that anymore but he was wrong. He was so wrong because it felt like those flood gates were slowly reopening just at the sight of him. It was frustrating yet... so relieving.

After checking in at the front desk of the fanciful resort. They made their way towards the elevator to find their rooms on the 13th floor. Wooyoung stood next to San and San tried not to hold his breath when the boy's scent wafted up his nose. His body spray was a floral, sweet scent that tickled his nose hairs in the best way. He wanted to snake his arms around Wooyoung's hips and bring his lips towards his exposed neck then lightly press a butterfly kiss on his warm skin before darting his tongue out and tasting him, sucking his supple skin until he left a bruise then he'd make his way towards Wooyoung lips to swallow his lewd whimpers with a hot ki-

*ding* 'Floor thirteen' a female automated voice calls out and San flinches due to being violently yanked out of his day dream.

"Well damn, it honestly looks a lot nicer in person than on their website" San's dad says in awe as he walks out of the elevator. He looked around the hallway and at the classy environment.

Wooyoung, oblivious that San had been having such a vivid daydream about him, walks out after the man. "I'm room 1345" He recites out loud.

"San you're 1346 right? I'm 1344" San's dad follows Wooyoung in finding their rooms. San just walked along with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. He watches Wooyoung's back as the boy pulled his luggage along. His eyes drift down towards his ass which, despite being mostly hidden by his baggy dark wash jeans, still looked as yummy as he remembered.

Upon finding his room, he waves briefly at his father before disappearing behind the door. His emotions were at a high as he found himself alone with his own thoughts for the first time since seeing Wooyoung.

He wasn't sure if he could do it. Go the next 3 weeks in this staycation without... engaging with him. He knew he couldn't possibly ignore the boy forever. He didn't want to.

"Ahghhh" He groans and flops on the neatly made bed, the soft duvet swallows him and he sinks deeper into his thoughts.

Wooyoung shut his own door behind him once he was in his room and he stood and looked around for a few seconds. Then he pulls off his cap then his black oversized cardigan on his way to the bed revealing the white t-shirt he wore underneath. When he sits down and falls backwards to lay on his back he simply stares at the ceiling of the room in silent yearning.

He yearned for San. So bad. It's crazy how even after so much time has passed nothing had changed regarding the way he feels about him. Memories about them basically saying they were in love with each other comes flooding back and he cringes with embarrassment and slaps both hands over his face. Fuck. Does he even any of remember that? I somehow doubt he does.

Maybe it's all one sided. I'm a nervous blushing wreck and he just seems so cool and collected. Almost bordering on unbothered. And it probably shouldn't bother me but it does.

We're just stepbrothers currently on vacation with their father. That's all this is. That's all it should be. He recites in his head as he throws an arm over his closed eyes.

Later that night San had left his room to get some air and smoke. One of his pet peeves were people that smoked indoors. So he made his way towards a balcony on their room's floor level.

Upon arriving there he was surprised that the free space was already occupied. Wooyoung looks up at him, also surprised, with those big round chestnut eyes. He was seated crossed legged in a patio chair next to the round table with a large umbrella sticking up from the middle. The table had a medium sized pizza box on it with 2 slices of the ham and cheese pizza missing.

It felt like an eternity of silence when they stared at each other. "You mind if I join you?" San asks hesitantly. That was the first thing he'd said to him all day. Hell, that was the first thing he'd said to him in months. Wooyoung shrugs.

"I don't care" He averts his eyes back to his food, trying not to let the boy's presence affect him.

He sees San make his way towards the glass railing then he leans forward on it and looks around at the thousands of lights lighting up the small city like fire flies.

It remains quiet as San digs through the pocket of his pajama pants for his box of cigarettes. There was 5 left so he slips one between his lips and stuffs the rest away. Then he flicks on the lighter at the other end, cupping his other hand slightly to control the flame.

The smell of nicotine wafted up Wooyoung's nose within seconds. He brings his pizza up to his mouth as he leans back in his chair. One of his legs were pulled up to his chest now and the other foot was planted on the ground.

"You smoke now?" Wooyoung breaks the slightly uncomfortable silence.

San looks at him with a somewhat amused smile. In doing so he notices the small nose stud on the right side of Wooyoung's nose for the first time. It was so small and dainty its no wonder he'd only just noticed. The way the balcony light reflected on it and made it sparkle against his skin was pretty.

He's pretty...

"Sometimes" He lets out a small cloud of smoke. "Only when I'm anxious or stressed" San says in a raspy voice that caused Wooyoung's stomach to tighten in a knot.

"So are you anxious or stressed right now?" Wooyoung couldn't hide the jest in his tone.

San just scoff's playfully at him and looks back out at the stunning view of the city. "No comment"

Wooyoung bit back a snort as he nibbled at his pizza. As he did so he subtly checked San out despite how much he didn't want to. He couldn't help himself. The older male wore a plain black t-shirt that fit quit snug and really accentuated his body lines. His arms were firm. Lean but slightly muscled. His entire left arm was now a canvas of different patchwork tattoos, his right was mostly barren though. His back muscles were taut and outlined itself through his shirt. His torso's body line resembled an upside down triangle, with his broad shoulders and small waist. And his ass... Wooyoung was sure they'd gotten more plump? Even through his loose fitting pajama pants it was hard not to notice a difference.

Wooyoung felt his skin burn and cheeks flush and he suddenly felt like a school girl as he looked away. He wondered how someone could change so much in the span of a year. Though he supposes he'd probably also changed quite a lot since they split ways.

It was quiet. Tense. Awkward. But Wooyoung couldn't tell if it was just from his side because San seemed so relaxed as he periodically brought the cigarette to his lips and a cloud of smoke flowed out of his lips before disappearing.

There was so much unaddressed shit between them that hovered in the air and begged to be talked about. But Wooyoung wasn't sure he was ready to talk about it, at least not right now.

"I'm gonna go now. Getting kinda chilly out here" He breaks the silence and pushed himself out of the patio chair. San turns to him and parted his lips as if to say something but stopped himself before the words could leave his lips.

He watched as Wooyoung closed the rest of his pizza in the box and picks it up then he turned to leave. "It's good to see you again.. by the way" San blurts out before his brain could even catch up.

Wooyoung stops and turns to him, his eyes looked like they sparkled ever so slightly as the fluorescent lights from the balcony reflected in them. San had to hold back a gasp of awe. He settles with a faint, genuine, smile.

"It's good to see you too. Goodnight" He replies in a small smile as well and turns as he disappears back inside the building.

"Night" San replies.

He didn't realize his heart was racing until he was in the privacy of his suite. He slid down the closed door and let out a shaky breath. He drops the pizza box beside him on the floor then covers his face with both his hands.

There was no denying it, he still is attracted to San and has obvious feelings for him. Are the feelings as strong as they were over a year ago? He couldn't say for sure. But the way his cheeks burned and his groin felt so tight...

"Fuck" he mutters to himself as he ran his both hands through his dark hair.

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