san wooyoung

their date was going surprisingly well, all things considered.

wooyoung has been able to hide the most of his apprehension, as well as refrain from punching the guy who name called them earlier.

he found himself immensely swelled with pride at the way san had been able to stick up for himself, especially when his own first reaction was to recklessly act without thinking first.

when someone insulted san, his brain didn't think let's be rational, his brain thought i will kill you and everyone you love.

quite the opposing train of thought, but he couldn't help the effect his boyfriend had on him. that's why he was determined to never let anything bad happen to the other, ever.

glancing over at san's bright smile, inducing his own easy heart to such warmth he had to look away as if blinded, wooyoung couldn't help but forget everything negative. all that mattered was san, that he and san could be together happily like this, and he wanted nothing more than to ensure san's happiness was always this prevalent.

no matter what it took. if it meant hiding what some may consider the vital truth, wooyoung was more than happy to bury it.

placing san's happiness above his own was all that mattered, and anyone who got in the way of that... wooyoung would deal with.

"what are you thinking about?" san's soft question broke him out of his inner monologue, lifting his head and drawing his attention like a magnet.

"you've been quiet for a while." he continued, glancing at him with genuine concern and warmth.

"you," wooyoung answered simply, the word rawly honest, carrying emotion that surprised them both. "i'm just thinking about you."

"oh." san smiled sheepishly, rosy cheeks dusted with a shy blush as he ruffled his hair embarrassedly and hid his face in wooyoung's shoulder.

wooyoung smiled down at him, linking their arms and gazing up at the nearing sunset. the sky's canvas was a brilliant hue of orange, streaked with pink shades that entangled themselves with white wisps of clouds, as if painted there by the hand of an artist.

the sun peaked lowly on the horizon, granting dusk light that set a hazy mood on the whole theme park, creating an especially mysterious atmosphere that seemed almost secretive.

it was only them still walking around, enjoying this rare time of day that occurred so briefly, like it was only meant for them.

"is there anything else you want to do?" wooyoung inquired, pealing his eyes from the sky and averting them to a totally different artwork.

"hmm, maybe," san hummed in response, looking back at him with a slight squint in the last rays of the sun.

they walked a little more until the other stopped abruptly outside an about to close stall, gasping with childish excitement. "wooyoung!"

he pointed with an energetic grin. "i want to dye my hair!"

"you... want to dye your hair?" wooyoung repeated, laughing at his boyfriend's wide expectant eyes.

"yes!" san nodded aggressively, letting go of wooyoung as he began to examine the colours.

"have you decided on a colour?" he questioned the other after a minute, peering over his shoulder to see the selection.

"not yet." san replied, a concentrated and thoughtful look on his cute face as he tapped his chin indecisively.

wooyoung sighed, giving the stall keeper an apologetic look as the older man looked at his watch and then at san judgementally.

"san..." he whined impatiently, tugging the sleeve of his boyfriend's khaki jacket insistently. "hurry and choose."

"patience is a virtue, jung." san replied absently, eyes not leaving the array of hair dyes in front of him. a virtue i don't possess.

"what about blonde?" san asked, holding the box to his hair.

"you would suit any colour, little choi." wooyoung answered tiredly. "but you're already kind of blonde. the green is that faded."

"you're right," san agreed, placing the box down again and picking up another.

"black?" san asked unassertively, biting his lip in doubt.

black haired san... sign me up. "yes." wooyoung answered too quickly before clearing his throat and playing it off by blowing his hair from his forehead. "i mean, yeah, sure, if you want."

"are you sure?" san cocked his head, eyes doubtful and oblivious to wooyoung's previous slip.

"definitely, you'll look great." wooyoung gave a lop sided grin, eyes sparkling as he paid for the hair dye and thanked the seller.

they made their way back to wooyoung's motorbike, hand in hand as san hummed an identifiable tune, his head rested comfortably on wooyoung's shoulder.

"are you sure black will look-" san started, but wooyoung cut him off by sliding the helmet over his head.

"yes. trust me, you're going to look even prettier than you already do. so much so that i'll have to stop myself from jumping on you whenever i see you." that shut him up.

•••

it was dark when they arrived back on campus, and wooyoung practically had to sneak the two of them into the dorms without getting noticed by any patrolling staff members.

school policy was pretty strict when it came to after-dark activities, especially when they involved two people alone together. he couldn't imagine why, really.

"wooyoung," san whisper-hissed when they came to their dorm room. "i wanna dye my hair now."

"now? don't you want food or something?" he hissed back, turning the key in the lock and swinging the door open.

"no," san replied insistently, following him into the room. "i'm not that hungry. just wanna dye my hair."

"why are you still whispering?" wooyoung whispered back before face palming and saying at normal volume, "jeez, you really are a child."

"but you love it." san winked, giggling a little and skipping to the bathroom.

wooyoung shook his head with a smile, making his way after the other after locking their door.

"what're you doing?" san squealed, in the process of taking off his shirt when wooyoung walked in after him.

"relax," wooyoung laughed, helping him out of his shirt and taking the hair dye instructions from him gently. but he didn't miss the way san shivered under his touch, although he chose to ignore it, gulping once.

"i'm going to dye your hair for you." he continued while studying the instructions. "you'd make a mess of that wonderful scalp of yours."

"did you just-" san drew his eyebrows together in confusion before turning away and running the taps in the bath, giving up on whatever he was saying.

wooyoung refrained the urge to turn and sneak a look at his undressing boyfriend, clutching the paper tighter while the words swam under his unfocused eyes.

"don't turn around." san stated firmly, and wooyoung heard the shuffle of jeans being pushed aside, making him involuntarily smirk.

"i'm putting bubbles in the bath." the other narrated, and he could hear the small splashes of water being mixed around.

"i don't think you're supposed to dye your hair in a bath-"

"watch me." san interrupted, and wooyoung heard a few more splashes to indicated the other had gotten into the bathtub.

"okay," wooyoung began, turning around to see san sitting with bubbles all over himself, arms crossed and pouting. "you've got to wash and rinse first," he tried explaining, but to be honest he was not very focused and incredibly distracted.

"yes?" san pressed, looking up expectantly. wooyoung opened and closed his mouth, unable to form words.

"you know what," he finally said, beginning to shrug his jacket off.  "it would be so much easier if i got in the bath with you."

san made an inaudible string of muffled noises, splashing water at the other and shrinking back. "whatever you're thinking, i... think not!"

wooyoung chuckled, slipping his sweater off and setting his accessory glasses on the sink. "calm down, little choi."

"all i want to do is dye your hair for you. i'm not trying to do anything else." he continued, beginning to unbuckle his jeans.

"wait wait wait-" san protested, shaking his head vigorously and doing his best not to look at wooyoung's bare torso.

"it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."

"that- that was different!" san stuttered, fumbling for the words. "we were drunk! naked sober me has never seen naked sober you!"

"hm," wooyoung answered, fully naked now as he stepped into the full bath and turned the taps off. "well there's a first time for everything. but i'm not trying to have sex with you if that's what you're thinking."

he sat down carefully, letting the hot water rush over his body and bubbles cover him up as he shivered at the temperature change.

"so i've got to wash and rinse your hair first," he explained, as if they weren't naked together having a bubble bath.

"uh-huh." san squeaked, shuffling his body further away in the water and causing the bubbles to move a little.

wooyoung reached around him for the shampoo, his arm brushing the smooth skin of the other's wet torso. he retracted his arm, shampoo in hand as if the touch never happened.

"san," he said into the silence, voice sounding weird in the echo audio of the bathroom. "you've got to come a little closer."

the other moved back wordlessly, cautiously gliding his body slowly so he was close enough to be sitting in wooyoung's lap.

"th-that's close enough." wooyoung's breath hitched, and he put his hands into the other's wetted hair quickly, massaging in the shiny liquid that caused more foam to form.

"that's nice," san hummed, relaxing his shoulders and tipping his head forward a little to give more access to his hair.

when he finished, wooyoung rinsed out the bubbles in san's faded green hair, pouring it over with a jug of clean water he'd prepared.

san yelped in surprise. "it's cold!" he protested, earning a hearty laugh from wooyoung, who ran his fingers through his limp locks to fluff them up a bit.

"sorry," he apologised, shaking the hair dye and conditioner in its special container in preparation.

"now i want to make sure i get all your hair," he explained, setting the bottle down for a moment. "so you've gotta c'mere."

without warning, he pulled san into his lap, water and bubbles slushing around them in response the sudden movement.

somehow, the whole experience was no longer filled with sexual tension for him. neither of them were in that mood, it seemed, and wooyoung was just loving the familiar shy side of san he knew so well.

instead of thinking they were naked in the bathtub together, he was thinking they were together, covered in bubbles and giggling stupidly. definitely not something he had imagined himself doing, but he here was, enjoying himself.

san was past trying to protest, so he obliged, allowing wooyoung to put the plastic gloves on began to lather the dye into his hair.

after some comfortable silence, san spoke up, voice soft and filled with questioning genuineness. "why me?"

"what d'you mean?" wooyoung asked, continuing to cover all of the other's hair with the opaque potent liquid.

"why do you like me? why were you ever interested in me?"

"it started with the bet." wooyoung began, smiling unknowingly as he started the story. "i thought if i could pretend to show some interest in you it would add to the consequence of losing the bet. but it wasn't long before i realised the feelings i was faking were becoming real. after everything i went through in school, denying my sexuality and all, i'll be honest, it scared me. but... you gave me the strength and confidence i needed to understand how wrong i was in the past."

"when did you realise?" san asked, tracing unconscious shapes onto the other's calf.

"after i punched you, i think." wooyoung sighed, momentarily ceasing his job. "I never forgave myself for that. i hated myself for doing that to you... and i couldn't understand why. but everything about you, it just makes me want to be better. you make me the best version of myself."

san hummed quietly,  undoubtedly processing the information. "can i ask something else?" wooyoung replied the affirmation, and san hesitated before saying, "i've always wondered why you let bambam beat you up. you didn't even defend yourself."

"that's simple," wooyoung replied, finishing up with the dye and setting the bottle down before wrapping the other's hair in tinfoil. "i deserved it. even if it could never make up for what i did to yugyeom... and to you. i wanted to share your pain."

"you continue to surprise me, jung wooyoung." san started, turning around in the water to face him with an inquisitive look in his glassy eyes. "i wonder what everyone would say if they knew who you really were."

"i only want you to know." wooyoung answered, splashing some bubbles at the other playfully, who gasped in exaggerated disbelief.

"how dare you start a war." san giggled after declaring seriously, splashing him back.

"oh, you have no idea what you've done," wooyoung smirked, launching another wave of water and bubbles at the other.

they splashed each other gleefully, bubbles getting all over the floor and eventually in wooyoung's mouth, which he spat distastefully while san laughed at him.

"you-" he spluttered, teaching for the mischievous boy and poking his sides. he wriggled in response, spasming at the provocative action.

wooyoung laughed, finding his weak spot and continuing to tickle him through all his protests, then pulling him back to his lap, trapping him there.

"l-let me go!" san wheezed, weak from all the tickles.

"you need a punishment." wooyoung chided, stopping the other from escaping.

"wait- no-" san pleaded, unsure of what to expect. the other grinned mischievously, lowering his head over the other so that his wet lilac hair dripped on san's chin.

"this," he told, and leaned down to press their lips together once, briefly and teasingly before releasing the other from his grip.

"rude." san muttered, shooting a weak glare at his boyfriend. "let's see how my hair turned out."

-

black haired san is something the world can agree on

i have no idea how to dye hair so don't judge my description yikes

i'm so proud our boys finished their tour T-T finally they can rest ugh my babies

alSo i saw these edits of san:

and i am INSPIRED like wow that is a fanfic waiting to happen

xxx