After San had left he patted himself dry back in the bedroom then quickly slide into the sheets. Since his clothes were still wet and were currently aired out on the small table in the motel, he was forced to sleep naked.

They both were.

He lays in silence, counting the cloud patterns on the wallpaper across the bed in his head. A few minutes pass and Wooyoung walks out, towel around his hips. San stares at his beautiful figure, skin pale, black hair damp. He could never get over how perfect the younger is.

Wooyoung greets San with a tight lipped smile with which San responds with his own surprised/unsure small smile. So now he's back to smiling at me? Wooyoung turns to his clothes that's when he realized they were wet and he has nothing to wear. "Crap" He mutters under his breath.

"Clothes are wet" San echoes his thoughts.

"Yeah.. I see that" He mutters in reply. He doesn't waste anytime in taking off the towel. The peice of cloth sliding off his petite hips. Because his back was turned to San all the older could do was stare and admire his ass. One that he's seen multiple times but still couldn't get over how perfectly shaped they were. As strange as that sounds..

Wooyoung turns around, a slight air of awkwardness, then he walks to the bed. The two males stare at each other as Wooyoung slide under the covers.

Wooyoung layed on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling while San resumed his cloud counting. It was deathly silent as neither of them really knew what to say. San had to force himself not to think about the fact that Wooyoung was completely naked and only a reach away from him in the double sized bed.

"There's a reason why I keep my hair long" Wooyoung finally breaks the silence.

San doesn't say anything at first. He slowly turned his head on the pillow and looks at Wooyoung. Wooyoung turns to look back.

"Which is?"

"That's the only way people will pay to attention to me... if I hide my face behind long bangs they won't be as turned off by my face"

San narrows his eyes in confusion. He thinks Wooyoung is one of the prettiest dudes he's ever met. His sharp jawline and delicate features. His plump lips and large deep brown eyes. Fuck, he personally thinks Wooyoung is breathtakingly handsome.

"Well shit, if you're self conscious of your face then what does that say about me?"

"You're handsome though.."

"So are you. Listen I'm not gonna try to talk you into suddenly being self confident, I know as well as anyone that it's not that simple, but just know that you're worth more than your face or body or... whatever else... You're smart, funny and just great to be around-"

"You don't get it" Wooyoung cuts him off. "I love having sex because it's an escape for me. I never have to think about how fucked up I am or how I have no idea what I want to do in the future. In those several minutes of sex I never have to... think"

"Sex used to be my escape too. Until it almost destroyed the my friendship. So I stopped. You can too"

"Yeah.. right" Wooyoung shifts his gaze away from San's. "I'm sorry I... hooked up with Hongjoong..  behind your back"

San doesn't say anything. He admits that he was furious upon Wooyoung's confession back in the rain but he chose to let it go and have a much needed discussion with Hongjoong later.

"I know you're mad so just let it out.. I can take it" Wooyoung adds.

"I'm gonna be honest Woo... I don't like it when other people touch you. Or look at you. Actually.. I hate it" San mutters out huskily.

Wooyoung snaps his head in San's direction. "So yeah I'm a little pissed but not because you guys hooked up. Rather because he touched you"

Wooyoung wasn't sure what to say. His cheeks heat up and he felt a blush creep up his neck. With the way San was staring right at him with so much dominance as if making sure Wooyoung knows that he was his and his alone, it caused goosebumps to form on his arms.

He finally swallows the phantom stone in his throat. "W-what are you even on about? You're not my fucking boyfriend. I can touch and be touched by anyone I so please" He mutters just as darkly.

San props himself on his side with his elbow, a bit of his dark hair falling in his eyes as he stared down at Wooyoung. "You're extremely difficult" He says quietly, his eyes on Wooyoung lips.

"Why do I always find myself thinking so much with you?" Wooyoung narrows his eyes in genuine curiousty. "And no matter how badly I want to just... stay away I keep getting drawn back. What is it about you San?" He felt his breath hitch when San leaned in, bringing their faces even closer.

"I don't know what you want me to say" San whispers into his lips. Wooyoung felt his eyes become half lidded as he layed still, attention shifting from San's eyes to his lips and back again. The corner of his lips slowly lifts into a small smirk.

"I can't tell if it's the sex I'm obsessed with or... you" He replies after a few long seconds of yearn filled staring.

San presses his lips against Wooyoung which with which the younger returns the chaste kiss. It wasn't rushed or messy. But rather a slow movement between their lips. Their tongue meekly meeting in the middle, dancing, swirling. It made Wooyoung's head spin. His stomach to flutter.

San's hand slides up Wooyoung's naked chest and lands on the side of the younger's pale neck. He holds Wooyoung like a delicate flower. They eventually break apart for air, their eyes searching the other.

"W-wooyoung I-" San starts but was quickly cut off.

"We should.. go to bed. It's like 2am probably" Wooyoung says with a light laugh. He nervously licks his lips and shifts his gaze away from San's intense one.

That kiss. They had never kissed like that before. Ever.

Their kisses were always purely lustful. Nothing but a clash of lips with the intention of getting each other off. But this one was... different. It felt more raw, more passionate than Wooyoung saw coming.

He felt his heart hammer in chest the longer San stayed so close to him. "Yeah. You're right" San retracts his hand from it's place on Wooyoung's neck. Wooyoung already missed the warmth of his touch as soon as he moved away.

He catches a glimpse of the black lines on his arms. "Y'know, you still never told me what your tattoos mean" (lowkey forgot I gave him tattoos in this story lmao)

San looks down at his arm at the mention of his tattoos. "Well since you're so curious-" He starts with a chuckle. "-my name, San, means mountain so.."

"You got a mountain tattooed on your arm" Wooyoung completes, a small laugh escaping his lips. It sounded like beautiful song to San. His laugh was something San could never grow tired of hearing. "Well what about the cat?" Wooyoung traces a finger over the inking of a cat.

"That's Byeol. She died a little over a year ago" San says with a sad smile. "Lymphoma" He confirms the reason of her passing.

"Oh" Wooyoung whispers sadly. He got his dead cat tatted on his arm. Dark. "And the flower?" He refers to the last peice of art on his arm.

San hesitates at that one. He opens his mouth to speak several times but would shut it shortly after. "I-it's in memory of my mom" He says with a shaky voice.

Wooyoung's eyes widen a little as he layed still, not sure what to say. He'd heard from his own mom that San's mom had passed due to a cancer of some sort. He couldn't remember the specifics. He suddenly regretted asking about his tattoos.

"I'm sorry" Was all he could mutter when he sees how downhearted San became at the mention of his mother.

"It's not your fault. Gosh, now I feel like some depressing debby downer" San laughs at himself now realizing how dark his tattoos were.

"No, they mean a lot to you so you have every right to put them on your skin as a way to remember them. You're lucky. I personally don't have anything worth remembering"

"I wouldn't call it being lucky" San shakes his head.

"It is. Trust me" Wooyoung bit his bottom lip as he stared up at San's dark irises.

They stay in a comfortable silence until San brings up a topic Wooyoung had been dreading and hoping he wouldn't ever bring up. "Wooyoung.. what happened that night? When you cried. I had never seen you look so.. broken" He scrunches his brows as memories of Wooyoung's pained expression flashed in his head.

Wooyoung looks away. "I don't really wanna talk about it"

San swallows then nods. "Ok" Pause. "But just know that I do actually care about you. We may not know each other very well but I'm willing to try and get to know you. That isn't really gonna work there if there isn't an.." He stops to find the right word. His eyes desperately searching Wooyoung's wide liquid black ones. "..effort.. if there isn't an effort on both our parts"

"I'm willing to wait for you. When you're ready I'll still be here and I'm not going anywhere" San says earnestly then he leans down and presses a kiss to Wooyoung's soft cheek.

He flashes a final half smile causing Wooyoung's heart to flutter and hammer harder in his chest. "Goodnight" San heaves as he pulls back and turns to the small table lamp efficiently lighting up the room on his side of the bed.

The room goes dark and San faces away from Wooyoung, pulling the blanket up higher on his naked self. Wooyoung just layed there in bewildered shock. The warm tingly feeling of San's kiss still lingered on his cheek. He felt goosebumps form on his arms as San's words kept replaying in his head in a loop.

He didn't know how he felt about the whole situation. Whether he wanted to admit out loud or not he knew he held some form of affection and warmth when it came to San. A little more that he would care to confess.

He bite down on his bottom lip. Hard. He didn't understand how things even got to that point. Their relationship was just supposed to be strictly physical. A quick bang whenever they felt horny. But.. somewhere along the way things started to spiral and Wooyoung desperately wanted to keep it from getting worse but now it was truly beyond his control.

I don't care though. I won't let myself.. fall for him or anyone. Ever. I won't let history repeat itself. I won't. He felt a small pain in his heart as memories of his first and last love flashed in his head. He felt his eyes sting and he clenched his fist to keep himself from having another breakdown.

I won't..

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