There is a lot of mentions about relapsing and alcoholism throughout the chapter. Please avoid reading any further if these topics are sensitive to you.

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Wooyoung is anxious. Not a familiar type of anxiety that he's used to. It's not one that drowns him when he's alone and stuck in a pit of hell, but one that stems from not knowing what the fuck to do. He's sitting on the couch, eyes darting from one friend to the next, watching everyone spiral down the rabbit hole. Mingi started downing the bottle of soju that was introduced into the apartment, joking with Yunho and Yeosang with a large, almost empty glass glued to the palm of his hand. This was Mingi's third glass, and now his voice is louder than before, dancing around the living space with a goofy smile plastered to his face.

Wooyoung could feel a knot in his stomach, uncomfortable in his seat next to Jongho, eyes trailing from Mingi's glass to the bottle resting on the coffee table, jaw tight and head dizzy. He hadn't been around an open bottle of liquor in a long time, but now he can see it and he can smell it.

San was off in the kitchen helping Seonghwa with something that Wooyoung barely paid any attention to, eyes stuck on the idea of grabbing the opened bottle by the neck and downing its contents. But he stays still, feeling Jongho laugh and rustle beside him, mindlessly trying to laugh in tandem.

Mingi was going on and on about his ex-girlfriend, joking and laughing about some stupid date they had gone on, but Wooyoung couldn't be asked to listen to the details. It had been an hour since everyone had arrived, Jongho and Yeosang joining the fun on time (unlike some people), watching Mingi spiral into a tipsy mumbling idiot. Hongjoong was a glass or two in as well, sitting on the couch next to Yeosang, eyes focused onto Mingi's expression with a beaming smile.

Wooyoung felt like the only person in this apartment that had any gut-related feeling that this was a bad idea, but that could be his sobriety speaking. His eyes trek across the space towards San, waiting and hoping that he'd see how uncomfortable he truly was, but San's gaze was stuck elsewhere.

Wooyoung's mind shifts back to focus on Mingi, slightly smiling at how tipsy his friend was. Mingi was a funny drunk, always laughing at obnoxious things that, in all honesty, weren't that funny, but he was also giggly and smiling all the time.

Jongho and Yunho did egg Mingi on, eliciting laughter from the male as they convinced him to drink even further, allowing him to tell all of his secrets and all of his stories. Wooyoung would listen half-heartedly, trying his best to ignore the open bottle of soju just three feet away from him.

But, before Wooyoung can get too lost in his own longing desires and troubling thoughts, Mingi points at Yunho, eyes narrow and stance slightly wobbly.

"YAH! YUNHO'AH!" Mingi watches Yunho turn his gaze, eyes widening as the seconds tick past. "I'll start. Yah!"

Yunho immediately joins in, looking at Mingi sternly. "Yah."

Mingi smiles, turning towards Wooyoung. "Yah."

Wooyoung plays along dejectedly, turning towards Jongho before looking right back at Mingi, voice low, but loud enough to catch San's attention. "Yah."

"YAH!" Mingi's tone rises suddenly, and Yunho yells right back, but turns right towards Yeosang as to do so. Yeosang yells right back, so Yunho turns towards Mingi, yelling again, but Mingi doesn't back down.

The yelling continues for two, pain-stakingly long minutes, ending with Hongjoong failing to yell back at a timid, laughing Yeosang. Hongjoong leans back into the couch, defeated and smiling, listening to his friends bombard him with the term of idiot.

"Take a shot, Hongjoong-ah!" Yunho encourages, watching Hongjoong lean forwards, hands reaching for the glass he had put down, tilting his head back to empty the remainder of the soju in his glass over his tongue. Everyone laughs in surprise, Mingi especially laughing a bit louder, clearly enjoying their impromptu drinking game.

Wooyoung plays along, but he suddenly feels San's eyes on him. The younger's head turns, eyes catching a glimpse of San for a second before looking away, teeth grabbing onto his bottom lip to avoid the pulling smile tugging at his lips.

Somehow, this unspoken gesture of flirting spurs San enough to walk over to Wooyoung, standing behind the threshold of the couch, arms leaning over the younger's shoulders just enough to feel Wooyoung's hands grab onto his own. Wooyoung presses a soft kiss on San's wrist, then again to his knuckles, feeling the elder's thumb stroke the skin on Wooyoung's hand.

San leans down, voice barely a mumbled whisper, quiet enough to be secret from Jongho, who was laughing at Hongjoong still and barely paying any attention to the males beside him. "Are you okay?"

Wooyoung wordlessly nods, head slightly leaning against San's left arm.

"If it's too much, just tell me, okay?"

"Mhm." Wooyoung smiles at him, pressing another kiss on San's arm. San leans down, kissing the crown of Wooyoung's head, muttering a quiet I love you to him before leaning away and leaving. Wooyoung watches him leave with his heart fluttering, eyes turning back towards Mingi and Hongjoong as they stare at each other. . . for some reason.

"Yeosang?" Wooyoung points to Hongjoong. "What's happening?"

"Mingi challenged Hongjoong-hyung to a staring contest, and the loser has to down a shot."

"Mingi knows he's gonna lose, right?" Wooyoung's lips curl into a growing smile, watching his two friends stare at each other with completely stern gazes, but the moment one of them breaks, everyone would begin to laugh too.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Yunho adds, watching the staring match intently. "Mingi doesn't back down."

Surely enough, right after Yunho stops talking, Mingi struggles to keep his eyes open, laughter building in the back of his throat as his head tilts down, eyes closing in defeat. The room explodes in laughter, Hongjoong standing from the couch with his arms raised victoriously. Yunho and Yeosang start cheering idiot over and over again, watching Mingi fall onto the floor, hand covering his mouth as silent laughter plagues his lungs.

"YAH!" Wooyoung stands from his seat, fully interested in the bet, pointing towards the bottle of soju. "Take a shot!"

Mingi rolls around on the floor, listening to the group berate him openly. Wooyoung was still pointing to the soju bottle, waiting for Mingi to rise up off of the floor and to take a shot of the open liquor, but not before Seonghwa entered into the living space with a smile on his lips.

"Hey! Guys, shhh! I don't want to get a noise complaint. Relax a bit, yeah?"

"Hyung is right," San mutters from the kitchen, earning a glance from Jongho and Wooyoung both.

Mingi finally rises from the floor, hands reaching for the opened bottle of soju that lay waiting for him. He grabs his glass, tilting the bottle over and pouring enough soju within the glass before setting the bottle back down and raising the glass to his lips. The liquid soars down Mingi's tongue, coating his throat in the sting that follows, but Mingi barely winces, taking the shot without issue as the group laughs in response.

"Mingi-" Yunho finally calms down from laughing, watching the younger male set down his glass. "I'm cutting you off."

"No!" Mingi laughs, watching Yunho lean forward to take the bottle of soju away. "One more game! One more!"

Yunho glares at him, a smirk growing on his lips as he stops moving, finally giving in to his roommate's wishes. "Okay. One more."

So, they play one more. Mingi begs and begs to play animal kingdom with the entire group, and somehow he manages to convince San and Seonghwa to stop messing around in the kitchen, sitting down on empty seats the group made on the two couches. San settles next to Wooyoung comfortably, arm laid across Wooyoung's shoulders as if it was meant to be there.

Mingi starts the game as he settles down next to Yunho, using his arms to gesture to make himself an eagle. Yunho gestures too, motioning that he was a shark while Yeosang gestures himself as a praying mantis with Jongho as a gorilla. Seonghwa, who sat next to Jongho on the second couch, was now a kangaroo, and Hongjoong miserably failed at making himself a bear with some abnormal gesture. San decides on a rhino and Wooyoung settles for an ambitious thought of being a sloth.

The game plays for three long rounds. Hongjoong loses the first round, failing to remember anyone else's gesture and giving up nearly immediately. Seonghwa and Mingi accidentally tag team Jongho, stirring a round into absolute chaos between the trio before finally switching towards Yunho, and he misses his calling card completely.

The final round was exceptionally long, stirring laughter and silence all at once, gestures being met at a rising pace and tempo, leaving everyone on their toes and prepared for what was coming. San motions to Jongho, and in what seemed to be a schemed attack, Jongho quickly motions to Wooyoung, who completely misses his mark and stares blankly at his friends.

"Jung Wooyoung! OUT!" Mingi laughs, listening to the group around him begin to laugh as well.

Wooyoung is laughing with his friends until he realizes what his punishment was, eyes glued to the awkward bottle of soju waiting on the coffee table before him. He stares at the bottle and the empty shot glasses around the table, uncomfortable and gripping the couch cushion tightly.

Mingi begins pouring a shot, catching San's attention very quickly the moment he hears liquid be poured into the small glass. San rises from the couch, smacking Mingi's shoulder with furrowed brows, listening to their group of friends simmer into silence.

"Sorry, Woo." Mingi is quick to apologize, taking the glass in his hand and tilting it towards him. "I'll take it for you, okay?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung blinks himself back to life, suddenly composing his nerves to try and enjoy his time with his friends. "Thanks."

Mingi tilts the liquid over his tongue, enjoying the taste for a second before setting the small glass back down on the table with lingering quiet laughter building around him.

Wooyoung was very obviously uncomfortable and San took immediate notice. Wooyoung's eyes meet San's briefly, nearly begging for San to be quiet and to let it go. So San bites his tongue, sitting back down next to Wooyoung, arm slung right back over his shoulders protectively, listening to their group of friends chat as if nothing had happened.

Wooyoung sits idly next to San, trying to laugh along and smile as if nothing was wrong, but his hesitance is deeply rooted inside of him. Two months of hardship filled with sickness and depression made this situation much harder to cope with. He didn't want to relapse by any means, but something about wanting to return to a normal lifestyle burns within him.

He's struggling to remain composed now, teeth biting onto his bottom lip, eyes avoiding the conversation happening ahead of him. He was worried that he would succumb to previous urges and lose a part of himself, but then he remembers the struggles he endured to get to this point and he quiets himself almost immediately after.

"Do you need some air?" San whispers to him, and Wooyoung is incredibly thankful of how perceptive his boyfriend was.

"Yeah." Wooyoung responds, feeling San's hand gently grip his shoulder.

"Come on." San stands from the couch, waiting for Wooyoung to follow his lead. No one in the group pays attention to their sudden will to leave when Wooyoung rises from the couch, hand immediately snagging onto San's anxiously, letting the elder lead him into the quiet of their bedroom. The lights are off, curtains closed, bed still unmade from earlier, but the setting was incredibly comforting nonetheless.

Wooyoung basically throws himself on the bed, back greeting the mattress with a relieving sigh. San watches him, a hand moving through his hair as he focuses on the younger. Wooyoung's hands slide up to cover his face, overwhelmed and completely oblivious to how worried San truly was.

San doesn't pry, letting Wooyoung settle down before he even attempted to formulate words to express how he was feeling. Wooyoung is thankful then, letting his heart settle down and allowing his mind the chance to understand what exactly he was feeling. He wasn't confused, moreso nervous and plagued by an unforgiving sense of resentment, almost angry with his friends that they even went ahead and started drinking around him. He never wanted to be mad at them, but it almost made him feel like everything he went through meant nothing. Given they didn't really see him at what felt like his true rock bottom, only San and Seonghwa did, but they should've known by his lack of presence to their outings that it was bad enough.

As he uncovers his eyes, he rolls his head to look at San, letting words roll off his tongue in a murmur. "Come here."

San devotedly walks the few steps over to the bed, settling down next to him, lying on his back with his arm outstretched, letting Wooyoung roll over with his head nestled to San's broad chest.

"I'm sorry that any of that happened."

"It's not your fault." Wooyoung mumbles, fingers tracing small shapes across San's chest, eyes watching and following his own movement delicately. "I just don't even know how to feel right now. I can't tell if I'm mad or disappointed, or just uncomfortable."

"They didn't mean anything by it, I hope you know that."

"No, I do know that." Wooyoung sighs. "I didn't realize I'd be so sensitive to it still."

"You're sober, Woo. That doesn't mean you aren't fragile to things."

"I just wish I could go back sometimes, y'know?" Wooyoung sighs, feeling San's hand gently soothe the skin on his side as it lingers. "I want to be able to hang out with them and be happy like I used to. I don't want to be the odd one out. I feel like I missed so much the last couple of months so I just feel abandoned. No one came to visit during that time I was here struggling. It was just you and Hwa here, and sometimes Joong in passing, but it sucks knowing that they didn't think about it enough to come check on me."

"I don't want you thinking that they don't love you or want you around, Young'ah. They just probably assumed you wanted space. Not to mention, you didn't have great mental health then, so you were sad a lot. I'm sure they would've reached out if they would've known."

"Was I hard to be around?" Wooyoung feels his heart ache as he asks that question, not knowing how to react to any type of honesty that comes from San's mouth.

"It's always going to be hard to be around someone who is depressed like that, but I'd never leave you. That's why I was calling you everyday, bringing you home food, watching movies with you and doing everything I could to distract you because I knew that you weren't okay."

"It just feels selfish. I never thought about how you felt during all of that."

"My feelings were not important then. You were important. I was scared for a while, not knowing if you'd go back on your word and just start drinking behind my back again just so that all of the emotions and all of the pain would go away. But I'm really glad you didn't. You're stronger than you realize, and I hope you know that now."

"It's not that I don't know that," Wooyoung's hand stops moving for a second, mind stuck in a thought that seems hard to usher out from his tongue. "I just spent a lot of time wondering if any of it was worth it. You were the only thing I had through any of it. I came out the other side because of you, San'ah."

"I don't want to take full credit for that," San hums. "You had the drive to see it through. I'm just really proud of the progress you've made through all of it. You came out the other side brighter, healthier, and in a better place, right?"

"Yeah." Wooyoung half-smiles, blinking the thought into his mind. "I did."

"Then that's all that matters. I know tonight hasn't been easy for you, I could sense it."

"My anxiety was pretty bad," Wooyoung muffles a quiet laugh and San only holds him tighter.

"That's why I came over to check in. I saw it in your eyes. But after Mingi's dumbass poured a shot, I figured it was best for you to take some time to decompress."

"You know me too well sometimes." Wooyoung tilts his head up gently, avoiding accidentally hitting San's jaw with his head to place a delicate kiss on his neck.

"It's kind of my job to know you like that. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable like that, especially when I know you wouldn't just leave and excuse yourself."

"Nope, I wouldn't have. I would've just stayed there and played along-"

"And that's exactly why I pulled you away." San feels Wooyoung laugh against his chest, and he can't help the smile that curls on his lips after. "Do you feel okay now? Or at least just a little better?"

"Yeah. I'm definitely a bit better."

"Do you want to head back out there? Or do you want me to send them home?"

"No, don't send 'em home. Just throw away the soju. Mingi and Joong are already fucking hammered as it is."

"Okay." San leans upwards, gently raising Wooyoung with him who pliantly complies without issue. "Take all the time you need."

"I will." Wooyoung smiles at him in a haze of sudden exhaustion and adoration, leaning to press a kiss to his lips.

San kisses him chastely, once then two times, pulling away with a hum before rising off of the mattress and heading for his door. Wooyoung watches him like a lost puppy, eyes blinking back to reality as the door opens and light breaks through, nearly reaching the bed before San partially closes it behind him. He sits there, leaning back to rest against his elbows, looking around the quiet room silently. He really didn't want to be the odd one out anymore, but he knew he couldn't indulge himself like he used to. He was better off this way, he was well aware of that. Still, he felt a tinge of regret sinking into his stomach as he listened to laughter trickle through the cracked door. His attention is pulled away, focusing on the door for a second before pushing himself off, lazily walking back out into the chaos to watch his friends fall into even deeper laughter.

By the time Wooyoung spots his friends again, all he can observe is what he missed most. Mingi was the center of attention as usual, making an ass of himself while everyone around him was hunched over and laughing. Even San, who had walked out only a minute prior was laughing, a hand covering his mouth as he struggled to gain his composure at whatever Mingi had apparently done.

"What the fuck did I miss?" Wooyoung smiles, watching Mingi shy away with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm not doing it again-" Mingi waves his hand, but Yeosang shoots up from the couch almost immediately after, grabbing Mingi's wrists to keep him from hiding.

"No! No! Do it again!" Yeosang pleads, but Mingi remains persistent.

"Mingi'ah, you have to do it again!" Seonghwa begs, leaning away from Hongjoong's shoulder that he was previously laughing into.

"Aw, come on!" Wooyoung smiles, walking a bit closer until he's standing next to San. "I gotta know!"

"He did an impression of Jongho-" Yeosang giggles, taking in a sharp breath to compose himself. "It was spot on."

"Now I really have to hear it." Wooyoung tilts his head slightly, watching Mingi roll his eyes and suddenly turn deadpan.

"You guys all act younger than me, so I have to be the hyung to all of you." Mingi's lips twitch with wanting to smile, listening to his friends begin to start laughing again. Mingi's tone was nearly spot on, expression a smidge too drunk to be accurate, but funny nonetheless. Jongho is shaking his head with a dismissive smile, trying to resist the urge in egging his elder on, but Wooyoung's sudden cackle stirs everyone louder, and even Jongho cracks under the pressure.

"It's better when he's sober," Yunho chuckles, watching Mingi turn towards him threateningly. Yunho shrugs and Mingi laughs. . . for some reason. He was drunk, babbling and wandering around the living space, causing even more chaos than before Wooyoung and San had even left.

San wraps a hand around Wooyoung's waist, fingers gently gripping into his skin to pull the younger male against him, head tilting to meet Wooyoung's shoulder as he smiles sleepily at his annoying group of friends. Wooyoung follows along, barely protesting, heart fluttering when he feels San's fingers grip him tighter.

Wooyoung finally lets himself relax. He feels relief wash over him, laughing and playing along with his friends as they mess about on the couches and near the television, playing more games until they can barely breathe from laughter.

San, who once felt the need to remain protective towards Wooyoung, also lets go. He joins in on the games and tries to enjoy himself, finally feeling ten pounds of weight drift off of his shoulders. Wooyoung smiles at him when he notices the sudden shift in attitude, thankful that San stopped worrying for just a moment, and just started living.

Three hours of drunken partying continued, and the only ones left to watch their friends crash and burn were San and Wooyoung. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were making out on the couch at this point, fists grasping at shirts and tugging up their bodies, lustful kisses pressed against drunken lips. Mingi and Yunho were still playing some sort of game. At first it was cham cham cham, then it was a staring contest again, and now it's something else that Wooyoung has no idea what they're bickering about. Jongho and Yeosang were cuddled on the couch, laughing at the difference between their pairs of friends, eyeing the eldest ones openly making out on the couch next to them, while the destined long-time friends were drunk and non-stop playing games.

Wooyoung was in the kitchen now, trying to keep up on keeping the apartment clean for Seonghwa's sake while San had disappeared twenty minutes ago to grab snacks from the store. He was content cleaning shot glass after shot glass, setting them aside on a drying mat the moment he rinses all of the soap off, listening to Yunho and Mingi burst into drunken laughter again for the nth time.

"You can't keep winning like that!" Mingi cries playfully, feeling Yunho's arms wrap around him in the semblance of a hug.

"You gotta stop losing then," Yunho teases, earning a pitiful groan from Mingi as he swallows him into the embrace.

The front door opens and San walks through, three grocery bags in his hands as he makes eye contact with all of his friends, including momentary gazes from Hongjoong and Seonghwa before they dive back into tasting one another. Wooyoung's gaze lifts from the sink and towards the door, listening to Mingi mumble about wanting something salty. San smiles at his friend, closing the front door and reaching inside one of the plastic bags, throwing two smaller bags towards his friends to buy him time to walk into the kitchen before being mauled by drunken hyenas.

"San'ah," Wooyoung smiles as San approaches, raising his arms to set down his groceries on the empty kitchen counter. "What'd you get?"

"Anything that was salty and would be good for a hangover." He sighs, turning his gaze over his shoulder as he listens to Yunho and Mingi collectively start laughing again. "Have they been like this the entire time?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung breathes quietly. "Hwa and Joong haven't stopped making out, either."

"Predictable." San turns towards him, eyes soft and smile curving.

"What time is it?" Wooyoung mumbles, watching San reach for his phone and tap his screen awake.

"It's close to 11:30," San puts his phone away. "Why?"

"I think we need to get everyone home." Wooyoung sighs, glancing at his friends once more before looking back at San. "Or, we at least need to get the two lovers a room."

"Mhm," San hums, moving around the edge of the counter and wrapping his hands around Wooyoung's hips.

"Don't flirt with me right now, Sannie," Wooyoung smiles, hands reaching for San's wrists to gently push him away. "Get them out, and then I'll give you what I promised, hm?"

"You don't have to ask me twice." San turns around after a chaste reminder of their shared conversation beneath the heat of the shower, walking over to the couch behind Jongho and Yeosang. Mingi and Yunho were now mostly quiet, snacking on their crisps happily. San hates that he has to interrupt any of this, but a patient lustful promise lay waiting on him, and their goodbye to the apartment could wait until the morning.

"Are you two too drunk to drive home? Or do you need to stay here?" San mutters, and Jongho shakes his head.

"No," He looks at Yeosang before turning to look at San. "I barely drank anything. We'll be alright, San."

"Okay. Do you think you could drive dumb and dumber home?" San points to Mingi and Yunho, watching their drunken faces tinge with redness as they continue to quietly giggle at one another.

"Yeah, if you can coax them into my car." Jongho snickers, but San sighs with determination, gently tapping Jongho on the shoulder.

"Mingi'ah-" San approaches from the other side of the couch, watching both of the males on the floor turn and look up towards him, shoveling snacks into their mouths. "Don't you work tomorrow?"

"No-" Mingi raises a brow, but suddenly looks down at the snack bag in his hands, processing what San had just said to him. "Oh shit."

"We should get you home, yeah? Gotta sleep off that soju." San smiles at him and somehow Yunho agrees.

"Yeah, I have to be up at like nine to go to work tomorrow." Yunho shakes his head, finishing off the last of his snack bag before crumbling the bag between his hands and placing it on the coffee table. San watches Yunho stand and hold out his hand for Mingi to grab a hold of, mumbling something under his breath as he slightly wobbles in his stance.

"You can't drive, Yunho-ssi," Mingi grumbles, but Jongho intervenes with a quiet clap of his hands.

"I will take you both home. It's on the way to our apartment anyways. Grab your stuff."

"Leaving so soon?" Hongjoong interrupts suddenly, breaking away from Seonghwa for a moment as his partner presses chaste kisses to his cheek and sinks lower to his jaw.

"Some of us have to work tomorrow, hyung." Jongho sighs, fixing his shirt the moment he stands. "Plus, you two really need to get a room. Isn't Seonghwa the one who complains about woosan fucking on the couch?"

"How do you know about that?" San blurts out, eyes blinking wider by the second.

"Seonghwa complained about it for a week." Jongho smirks. "Didn't anyone ever teach you guys to lock a door?"

"Yeah, yeah." San rolls his eyes, now suddenly hurrying his friends out of the door.

"That's okay. Mingi fucked his girlfriend in my car." Yunho deadpans, blinking his gaze towards San, who really cannot believe what the fuck he just heard.

"Alright, we all suck at being secretive about our intimate relations." San sighs, then feels Jongho's hand grasp onto his shoulder with a sly smile settled across his lips.

"Yet, who haven't we mentioned here?"

"Shut up," San shoves him playfully, watching each of his friends now stand from their seated positions, grabbing their items that they left laying around before heading towards the door in stupor and sudden quiet. Wooyoung finishes cleaning the remaining glasses, turning off the sink and drying his hands, placing his palms into the counter as he leans into them, watching his friends gather around the door and mutter some forms of saying goodbye.

San gives Seonghwa a hug, urging the elder to be mindful and to be careful, watching everyone eventually disappear beyond the threshold of the door. San quietly closes the door, turning to look at Wooyoung as he leans against the door, smiling at him contently.

"You move quick." Wooyoung smirks, eyes glancing at the counter.

"Well," San's hand subtly moves towards the handle of the door, turning the lock enough to let it audibly click. Wooyoung's eyes flick upwards, biting his lower lip the moment he hears the lock. "When someone promises something to me, I make sure I hold up my end."

"What was your end of the deal, hmm?"

"To get us privacy."

"And what for?" Wooyoung feels his stomach twist, the taste of anticipation on the edge of his tongue.

"What was it that you said?" San leans away from the door, "Not now, San'ah? Later? I promise?"

"Is it later, suddenly?"

"I think so." San's steps are slow, careful; walking ever so closely until he reaches the edge of the counter, hand reaching over to touch Wooyoung's lovingly. Wooyoung gently takes San's grasp into his, toying with his fingers lightly as his gaze shifts to look at their entangled hold, a smile growing on his lips the longer he feels sudden heat melt into the band of his boxers.

"Okay." Wooyoung glances up. "A promise is a promise."

San's eyes light up with something familiar, and Wooyoung steps towards him, pulling their hands to rest between them, pressed to their chests. Wooyoung tilts his forehead forwards, leaning against San's gently, breathing in his air and hovering his lips an inch in front of ones he's grown awfully accustomed to feeling.

"You actually locked the door this time." Wooyoung smiles, listening to San quietly chuckle.

"Never gonna forget again."

"Promise?" Wooyoung raises a brow, leaning back to look at San's tired gaze.

"Promise."