Ding dong.

San releases a long breathe as he waits for Wooyoung's door to swing open. One hand holding a large duffle bag containing his stuff, the other slides into his jacket pocket after pressing the door bell.

It's finally move day. The dreaded day to San but most awaited to his dad. They were finally moving in with Wooyoung and his mom. San's dad, who was pulling out more bags from the back of their car, looks up at his son.

"No one's home?" He wonders outloud when he sees San still waiting after waiting several minutes.

San just shrugs at him and looks back the door. That's when he hears someone fiddling with the doorknob on the other side before the door eventually opens up revealing Wooyoung.

The younger had on an old oversized black shirt with boxer shorts, exposing his lean thighs. His dark wavy hair uncombed and slightly messy. And his entrancing eyes watched San through long lashes.

San had to remind himself to breathe. "Hey again" Wooyoung chirps. He looks around the older and at San's dad. "You guys need a hand?"

"We're good" San manages to reply.

"San, hey!" Wooyoung's mom comes rushing towards the door. "Is your dad in the car" She peeks around both males in attempt to see her husband.

"Yeah, he's just grabbing some stuff" San clarifies with a half smile. Just then Namkoong comes walking up the small stairs and towards the front door, a clothes luggage in both hands.

She waves at her newly wed and he smiles widely at her. Hyesun immediately shuffles her way past the boys to reach him. "Wooyoung why don't you show him around. I'll help Namkoong with the bags" She ushers just as San's dad presses a kiss on her cheek.

Wooyoung immediately takes San by the arm, the contact causing a shiver to crawl down San's spine. Since San was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his arms were exposed and Wooyoung notices the small tats on both his arms, though he chooses not to comment on it yet.

San raises his brows in question at the way Wooyoung held his arm. He follows along nonetheless, dropping his duffel bag at the door. "You know you don't have to hold me like a dog"

"Don't I?" Wooyoung sends a wink at him. San just scoffs at him and looks away. He had a feeling that Wooyoung's not so subtle flirting was something he had to get used to.

And ignore.

There was no doubt, he definitely found Wooyoung extremely attractive but they're family now. It's wrong, he thinks to himself.

"Ok this is the kitchen" Wooyoung's voice snaps him hack to attention. "My mom prepared a lot for dinner so hope you're hungry" He finally lets go of San's arm and San internally whined, already missing the warmth from Wooyoung's soft hand.

"Hm, smells good" He comments after taking a huge whiff of the aromatic smell of whatever Hyesun had been cooking.

"I know right. Ok, on to the bathroom" Wooyoung walks past him and out to the hallway. San follows close behind him while carefully taking in his surroundings, the walls lined with decorative paintings and other miscellaneous pieces.

They reach the bathroom but like the kitchen, they didn't spend much time in there. Finally they reach the rooms. Wooyoung pushes open a slightly ajar door to reveal a room with a made bed, a dresser on the right and a desk and chair. "This is your room" Wooyoung announces as he steps in, hands on his hips as he walked.

San watches as the large collar of his oversized shirt slowly slides down his shoulder a little, revealing Wooyoung's collarbone. San inhales a sharp breath at the sight of his porcelain-like skin. The way he glowed without even trying made San dizzy.

Wooyoung snaps his eyes back to San and notices that he was staring. The corners of his lips lifts ever so slightly but he plays innocent. "So what do you think? Think you can manage?" He asks in reference to the room.

"Uhm.." San hums as he paces around the room a little, Wooyoung watching him with hungry eyes. His eyes shift to the tattoos on both his arms, as hot as they looked on San he couldn't help but wonder what they represented.

"It'll do" San suddenly calls out. He stops his pacing and looks at Wooyoung. A particular tension grows in the air when their eyes meet.

Wooyoung let his perverted thoughts go awry for a few seconds, then he smiles to himself and looks away. San just raises a brow in question. He opens his mouth to question what was so funny but Wooyoung was quicker than he was.

"You have tattoos?" Wooyoung asks nonchalantly as he sits down on San's newly assigned bed.

San only looks down at his arms then shrugs. "Yeah? What about them?"

"Nothing" Wooyoung also shrugs then leans back in the bed, arms holding himself up. "I just find tattoos extremely sexy" His head cocks to the side. "But my mom would rather gouge out her eyes than let me get one measly tattoo" He finishes with a pout. His long bangs across and eye due to his angled neck, he flicks it back but kept his eyes fixed on San.

"Ah... so it's the tattoos you find sexy and not me?" San replies playfully, not expecting Wooyoung to actually respond.

"I mean tattoos are sexy but tattoos on you?" Wooyoung whistles then laughs when he sees the amused look on San's face.

San just shakes his head and turns to walk out the room. He had to remind himself that Wooyoung was just trying to get in his head. Play him then embarrass him. This isn't my first rodeo.. I know how people like him move because I was like that once.

A long time ago.

"What do they mean?" Wooyoung calls out in an attempt to keep their unusual conversation going. "Your tattoos, they've gotta have some meaning I'm guessing"

San stops at the door and glances back at Wooyoung. Wooyoung stares back with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "They do... doesn't mean I'm gonna tell you" He says darkly before turning leaving.

Wooyoung felt a shiver swallow him whole at the sound of San's growl like response. God, he's so hot... he thinks to himself. This is going to be an interesting summer, he smirks then pushes himself off the bed and left the room as well.

The sounds of spoons repeatedly making contact with ceramic plates echoes in the quiet dining room. The new family of four eating their dinner in silence.

Namkoong, San's dad looks up and decides to start conversation. "This is nice. Our first dinner as a family"

San cringes at his father's awkward nature but doesn't say anything. "That's right. How are you boys enjoying the food?" Hyesun chirps as she shifts her attention from San to Wooyoung and back to San again.

"Food is delicious as usual" Wooyoung smiles brightly at his mom and she couldn't help but coo at his praise.

"Yeah, it's really good. Thank you" San adds curtly and she nods in appreciation. "Well you can eat to your heart's content, there's more than enough for everyone" She says as she turns her attention back to her plate.

San nods and picks at his plate. Wooyoung crosses his legs under the table and since he was seated across from the older he uses his barefoot to brush against San's shin.

San freezes at the contact but doesn't move away. His eyes slowly move up and sees that Wooyoung was looking right back at him, his lips slightly glossy from the oily food they were eating.

He ignores the look and eventually shifts his leg away. Wooyoung doesn't stop there though, his legs proceeds further and somehow finds San's crotch. He presses hard against the area and San flinches, bumping into the table and almost knocking over their drinks.

He covers up his moan of surprise with a cough. Both parents look at him with concern. "Are you alright. Is the food too spicy?" Hyesun immediately hands him a glass of water. San holds back his coughs and gulps the drink down.

"No, t-the food's fine" He forces a tight lipped smile before glaring at Wooyoung. The younger was leaning forward on the table, a smirk on his light pink lips like he was having the time of his life.

"Try to be more careful" San's dad warns as he cleans up the little bit of water that spilled on the table from his cup.

"Yeah..." San mumbles and looks away from Wooyoung's mocking expression.

Later that night, after San hears the door to his parent's room shut, he waits a few minutes before sneaking out of his room and towards the door opposite his. Wooyoung's room.

He knocks loudly on the door, a few seconds go by before the door finally swings open. "What the fuck was that?" San whisper screams at him the second the door swung open.

Wooyoung, who had headphones over his ears, pulls them down on his neck. A brow raised in confusion. "What did you say?"

"You're so infuriating. That stunt you pulled at the dinner table, what was that?" He repeats, his earlier feeling of rage after it happened returning once again.

A look of realization grows on Wooyoung's face then he bursts out laughing. "Sorry, that was legitimately the funniest thing I had ever seen"

"Seriously? You harrass me after telling me I'm not your type and you think it's funny?" His eyes narrow in annoyance.

"Is that what this is really about? That I said you're not my type?"

San sputters. "W-what? No"

"It is, isn't it? If it'll make you feel better I'll give you a quick blow job" Wooyoung says mockingly, his eyes staring daringly at the older.

San didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what was more shocking, the fact that Wooyoung was this bold or the fact that he actually... considered agreeing to his offer for a split second.

"W-what the fuck?" His eyes grows to the size of saucers at the offer. "Ok you need to stop that. It's fucking weird, we're brothers now for crying out loud. Blood related or not"

"Why the hell does that matter?" Wooyoung laughs again. He leans on his door frame, an amused smirk on his inviting lips. "Anyways I was just kidding, relax. Whatever happened at dinner was a joke, glad to know you don't have a sense of humor" The collar of his oversized shirt exposing his milky collarbone.

San lets his gaze linger on the exposed skin for a few seconds and he notices a large hickey just on Wooyoung's shoulder. He quickly averts his eyes and turns back to his bedroom.

Wooyoung just stares at him with a cunning look in his eyes. "What? No goodnight kiss?"

"You're annoying as shit. Stay the hell away from me" San growls out before slamming his door shut.

Wooyoung tsks under his breath before sliding his headphones back on. He looks at San's closed door before the corners of his lips lift up in a knowing smirk. "You'll come around. They always do" He mutters to himself then retreats back in his own room.
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