say the name

san wooyoung

he woke a little after eleven, opening his heavy eyes to the sight of san's peaceful sleeping feautures, closer than they had ever been after previous nights of cuddling.

wooyoung remembered not so long ago, a similiar situation, waking up and admiring san. but this was different.

so much had changed between them, and with wooyoung, and looking at san clenched his heart in a way he hadn't felt before.

looking at the other also reminded him of the way san had been last night, big glassy eyes gazing up at him innocently while his mouth sent wooyoung to paradise...

a feeling he wouldn't soon forget. and didn't want anyone else to experience.

being attracted to this boy isn't wrong. if it was, it wouldn't feel so right.

"uhmg..." a groan sounded as the other raised his head, hair a fluffy tangled mess and eyes bright.

"hey there." wooyoung smiled fondly, blinking at san as he yawned. "you look like shit." he actually looked wholey stunning, but, whatever.

"mmph. where am i?" came the frazzled reply.

was he really that drunk? "our dorm room..."

"our... OH. OH MY GOD." the boy's eyes widened as he obviously  remembered the events of last night, and he shifted visibly away from wooyoung and drew the duvet over his bare chest.

"did we...?"

"you really don't remember?" wooyoung's features crumpled slightly. if san didn't, he really fucked up this time.

"no... i do. fragments." a blush crept onto his cheeks as he caught wooyoung's eye.

"my head is killing me." san complained, averting his eyes from the other and biting his lip, his death-warrant written legibly on his face as he changed the subject.

"no surprise there. you drank more than you probably have in your whole life last night."

"whatever." san muttered, sliding from the bed and holding his head with a wince. "where do you keep your aspirin?"

"hold on, i'll get it for you." wooyoung rose hastily and slipped into the bathroom, glancing behind to check if san was watching him. he opened the cabinet above the sink, scanning the array of medicines too strong for a casual headache and too many to be normal until he located the aspirin. he grabbed it before shutting the cabinet firmly, ignoring the nagging feeling in his gut.

"here." he threw the bottle to san before fetching a glass of water and handing it to him.

"we should go get hangover soup together." he proclaimed suddenly, looking at the other boy hopefully.

"like... a date?" san answered hesitantly, downing the water quickly.

"yes? not exclusively? if you want it to be-"

"do you want it to be?"

"do you?"

"oh my god, jung! just say you don't want people knowing you're gay or whatever and get it over with!"

"it's not that! i'm just not ready. but i don't care if people see us together. as friends..."

"do you kiss all your friends like that?" san questioned softly, looking at wooyoung with eyes that brought him back to last night. not fair.

"only you." wooyoung answered truthfully, his thumb brushing san's lower lip.

the other backed away awkwardly, clearing his throat and breaking the prolonged eye contact. "lets get this soup then."

•••

wooyoung san

his head hurt so much it was almost unbearable; like a million tiny men beneath his skull, punching and trying to drill their way out.

san couldn't remember the last time he had drunk so much- except maybe for that end of year high school party that was a painful black blur to remember- but he had forgotten how much he hated drowing himself in alcohol.

it made him do stupid things. for example, wooyoung.

san winced when he remember he had quite literally begged wooyoung to suck his dick after crying about not wanting drunk sex.

and now they were on a date.

no- not a date. they... were hanging out. together. after spending the night entangled by eachother's erotic pleasures. but that was beside the point.

yes, san wanted it to be a date. but wooyoung... not so much, apparantly.

san glanced at the other discreetly, and tested his anxietys by very slowly slipping his hand into wooyoung's.

the other's eyes widened slightly, but he locked his fingers with san's, and didn't let go. letting out a breath, san gave a small smile when he noticed wooyoung's unsure blush as they walked.

a comfortable silence settled in, broken only by the little tingle of the bell as wooyoung pushed open the café door with his free hand.

a little rush of cool air entered the heated café, and an elderly woman hissed in distaste, drawing her coat further around her huddled form.

san plomped himself down at one of the far tables, watching as wooyoung sat opposite him delicately, eyes nervously darting around as if he were nervous to be caught doing something wrong.

san blew his bangs out his eyes softly while he surveyed the menu, neither of them saying much.

but wooyoung probably knew he was just preoccupying himself, eyes lazily skimming the deformed words. san had decided on his meal before they even arrived.

"you're holding the menu upside down, little choi." wooyoung announced softly, with a fond glance at the embarrased boy.

"oh- that makes sense. i thought i developed dyslexia overnight." a light joke- but the tension in the air increased. why did i even mention the word 'night'?

he cleared his throat, fingers drumming a nervous beat on the table top, unlike wooyoung's, which were still, flat on the hard surface.

"san," wooyoung started, grabbing the other's hands in his own suddenly. "stop. it's annoying."

"sorry!" san basically squeeked, staring down at his own slender fingers enclosed in wooyoung's soft palm.

"good afternoon, may i help you?" the high voice of a waitress jolted them both, and wooyoung withdrew his hands faster than he sped on his motorbike. fast.

she bit her lip, ignoring san and obviously checking wooyoung out. he smirked, focusing his attention on the girl. why can't some old woman wait our table instead of some stunning actress bitch? san screamed internally, glaring at the mindless waitress. oh wait- that's right. ageism.

"please do." wooyoung replied smoothly, angling his body slightly towards her. he's too good. cocking his head slightly, he proceeded to pretend to squint at her name tag.

"jeon somin? that's a nice name." the girl, somin, blushed and giggled annoyingly.

san rolled his eyes.

"yes well, if you're done, i'd really like some fucking soup." san drawled with an annoyed blink.

"don't be rude, san." wooyoung laughed lightly, barely looking at him. "sorry about my friend, somin. yes, one hangover soup and an iced tea, please."

the way he said friend, san almost screamed out loud. he may as well have said "sorry about my very straight and annoying hung over acquaintance".

somin slipped wooyoung another suggestive look, before swaying her hips over to the counter to give in their order. san gave a relieved huff off annoyance, slouching further in his chair.

"what?" wooyoung questioned, and san shook his head in disbelief, murmering a thoughtless 'nothing'.

he didn't look at the other until somin returned, placing the soup in front of san and sliding the iced tea much slower than necassary across the table to wooyoung.

"thank you, you can go now." san said flatly, and somin looked at him in surprise, as if only just realising he was there. she bowed slightly and left again, but not without a backward glance to wooyoung. again.

san began digging into his soup quickly, again avoiding conversation and wanting nothing more but to leave. but wooyoung was in no hurry, sipping his iced tea thoughtfully.

"what's gotten into you?" he questioned unknowingly with a laugh, to which san slurped his soup loudly and made no reply.

"okay then..." wooyoung trailed off, sipping his drink a little faster.

when they were both finished, wooyoung excused himself to go to the bathroom, giving him some money to pay for the food and leaving san alone at the table, promising a quick return.

san couldn't help but notice somin was no where to be seen, hence the young male waiter heading over to their table right then in place of her.

he had the cutest little bright smile and undyed tawny hair that fell in his eyes a little. the boy looked a little younger than san, but his adorable face made san like him instantly.

as he got a little closer, his name tag could be read. yang jeongin.

"hi!" he began brightly with a toothy smile, his eyes forming crescents. "i'm sorry, somin went on her break. would you like the bill?"

"yes please," san smiled in answer, warmth flooding his chest at the young waiter's friendliness.

jeongin returned with the bill shortly, which san payed with wooyoung's money before standing up and waiting for the other patiently while making small talk with jeongin.

"i think i've seen you around, actually." jeongin continued, still smiling. "you went to my highschool."

"you haven't graduated?!" san exclaimed. no wonder he hadn't seen jeongin around campus before, he would have remembered.

"no..." the other laughed in embarassment, a sweet sound that made san want to hug him and protect him from everything bad in this world. "choi san, right?"

the first time someone knows me before me brother. "yeah! and you're... yang jeongin."

"how did you..." the other trailed off, before glancing down at his name tag. "oh! right." he laughed again, and san joined in, not noticing the cold stare the pair were receiving from someone a few feet away.

"anyway, my friend should be back soon." san sighed, his smile falling slightly. "i guess i'll see you around, jeongin."

"wait, let me give you my-" but the younger's words were interupted by the loud sound of wooyoung clearing his throat dryly, and throwing his arm around san casually.

"san, we should be going." he said, mouth really close to san's ear as he glared at jeongin.

"what?" san shrugged wooyoung arm off with an apologetic glance to the younger, who looked unbearably uncomfortable. "no, i'm talking to-"

"yeah, whatever." wooyoung muttered, grabbing san's wrist firmly and dragging him out the café.

"what the fuck, wooyoung?!" san protested, unable to pry himself away from the other as he just got steered further away.

"you were totally flirting with that waiter." wooyoung clenched his jaw, backing san to the wall so he couldn't escape.

"i was flirting? jung, you were practically throwing yourself at that somin girl! i wouldn't be surprised if you fucked her in the bathroom stall! you were basically ignoring me-"

"so you're jealous?" wooyoung smirked, leaning a little closer.

"bitch? i'm the one being shoved into a wall! you're jealous!” san scoffed, crossing his arms.

"i'm not a bitch! and for your information, somin gave me her number-"

"well there you go then-"

"which i rejected! because i don't like her, i like-"

"who, wooyoung? because you're not very clear about that. i could tell that you wished you hadn't gone on a non exclusive date with me! you were embarrassed to be in public with me-"

"you. san, i like you. so shut the fuck up." wooyoung interrupted a final time, before smashing his lips into san's to prove his point.

they kissed like that, against a wall, on a public street, like no one was watching, san's hands finding wooyoung's hair and caressing his neck while the other lifted him off his feet, arms around his waist. and when they were done, wooyoung didn't look anywhere else. only at san.

"i'm sorry." he whispered. "i didn't mean to act like you weren't there. i'm new to this."

"evidently." san muttered, blushing like crazy and hyper aware of wooyoung's hands on his waist. "you do realise you just kissed my face off in public?"

"yes, in fact, i do. and i don't care." wooyoung replied, intertwining his fingers with san's and holding onto his hand. "i'm also not sorry."

"that's also new." san mumbled, half hiding his face in wooyoung's shoulder as the two made their way around the campus.

wooyoung clutched his hand a little tighter, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "i'm ready now."

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IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN OVER A WEEK, HERE, BE FED.

i've been so caught up with school work and i'm truly sorry! i'll never allow this to happen again with no updates in so long TT

i can't believe we hit 20k!!! that's incredible, guys!

this chapter was ALL over the place fUCK

anyway stan everglow

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