There is non-explicit sexual content in this chapter, please do not read any further if this topic is sensitive to you.

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"I've got a surprise for you." San hums as he walks into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung's waist, hugging him from behind.

"Hm?" Wooyoung smiles, eyes casted down towards the sink as he washes their plates from their shared dinner. San rests his chin on Wooyoung's left shoulder, smiling with a mischievous grin.

"So you don't have to work tomorrow, and I don't have class because my professor is sick-"

"What're you getting at, Sannie?" Wooyoung turns off the faucet, holding a clean wet plate in his left hand.

"I made reservations at a hotel that's downtown and at the restaurant that they have inside."

"You didn't." Wooyoung sets the plate down and turns around in San's arms, hand reaching for the towel resting on the edge of the sink. "That's probably really expensive, San'ah."

"I did." San watches Wooyoung avoid his gaze for a minute, timid and unsure, so San takes his fingers and places them gently beneath Wooyoung's chin, raising his gaze to meet his own. "I asked my mom to help me with it. I told her about what's been going on and I really think you need to get away from the apartment for a bit. I think the routine is getting to your head and you just need a break."

"San'ah-" Wooyoung, after he dries his hands, places the towel down, a soft whine edging his tone.

"I know, I know. You don't want me doing all of this because it's expensive, blah blah. I can tell when you're not doing okay. I've been worried about you a lot more lately because of the nightclub bullshit and Mingi begging to drink in our apartment a few weeks ago."

"Is it really that obvious?" Wooyoung frowns.

"It's only obvious to me because I know you better than I know myself. You've been avoiding sleeping again, haven't you?"

Wooyoung sighs, tilting his head away from San's gentle grasp, eyes avoiding. "Just be honest with me, Young'ah. I'm not going to be upset."

"Fine, yes. Yes I have been. Insomnia isn't just going to go away. I'm dealing with it and sleeping at least like. . . three hours or something."

"Three hours is barely anything." San says worriedly, catching Wooyoung's attention back onto him.

"How do you expect me to sleep when I'm just not tired?"

"Are you not tired? Or are you awake because your mind is going a mile a minute?"

Wooyoung is silent, shifting around in San's arms almost uncomfortably, biting onto his lower lip. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"You're annoyingly observant." Wooyoung admits with a huff.

"I sleep next to you, Wooyoung. I can tell when you're tossing and turning all night."

"I don't keep you awake, do I?"

"No." San shakes his head. "Don't worry about me. I'm okay."

"Why are you doing all of this for me?" Wooyoung's head tilts, hands raising timidly to rest on San's hips.

"Because I love you, and I can tell that you need a break from it all. Just let me take care of you." San watches Wooyoung's eyes dart downwards again, so he raises his hand, pushing Wooyoung's chin upwards once more, leaning a little closer with a subtle plea. "Please."

"Okay." Wooyoung gives in easily, watching San's lips curl into a smile, nearly unable to fight off his own smile. "Thank you for thinking of me like this, Sannie."

"I'd do anything for you." San promises quietly, pulling Wooyoung's chin closer as he presses a kiss to his lips. "You deserve the world."

"No I don't." Wooyoung shies away, blush rushing to his cheeks.

"In my eyes you do." San kisses his forehead, then his cheek, hand falling away from his chin. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Are you going to bed soon?"

"Mhm." Wooyoung turns his gaze back towards San, raising his arms to rest and linger around his broad shoulders, teeth latching onto his bottom lip with a smile. "I just wanna finish the dishes."

"Okay, I'll be quick."

"M'kay." Wooyoung kisses him this time, pulling back just to lean an inch away. "I love you too, by the way."

San smiles at him, heart bursting in his chest. "I love you more."

Wooyoung kisses him again, sending San off to take his shower with a smack on his ass, turning back around to finish washing their dishes.

A week had passed since his anxious meltdown looking at new apartments, leaving Wooyoung almost falling apart at the edges. The world felt heavy back then, crumbling apart and leaving nothing left for Wooyoung to cling to. Wooyoung was worried that it was all happening too fast, changing too fast, leading him to worry if change was really what he wanted.

He was scared to move away from what he's known for most of his adulthood, straying away from the comfort of a familiar apartment with a pre-set routine, living comfortably close to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and not to mention sleeping in the same room he had loved being in for most of the year.

Wooyoung was also a little worried about how unphased San was by all of this. San was always ready to go and ready to do something new, which left Wooyoung feeling guilty about wanting to wait and relax. There could be a storm threatening their plans and San would be the first to say let's try anyway, leaving Wooyoung to wonder if he should even bother saying let's reschedule.

He was thankful that San had sensed the change in his demeanor as of late, but the fear was well rooted, driving the stake further between his hope of finding peace and keeping himself complacent with his mental health.

Everything seemed unfamiliar now, especially with the quick change of routine with his new job and San's internship that was about to start, but he found himself content in welcoming that change, almost blindsided to the other impact of it all; the time spent apart.

San was usually always home by the time Wooyoung was off of work, offering to drive him home some days so he didn't have to take the bus. Now, with the internship, San would be home later and miss early mornings with his partner, leaving Wooyoung alone and trapped with his thoughts. Wooyoung then decided it would be best to hang out with Seonghwa in the mornings instead, but now with the looming idea of moving out, his entire plan fell apart at the seams. Change, after change, after change did Wooyoung feel left with no choice but to trudge forward, even if it made him uncomfortable.

He knew San was trying. He saw that. He just wished he could try for him, too.

Wooyoung laid in bed for almost ten minutes before he heard the shower turn off. His eyes were glued into the book he left on his nightstand, reading away as if the world wasn't about to swallow him whole. He was halfway through his romantic, action-filled, dramatic trope of a novel, clinging to every chapter as if he needed it to breathe. He was infatuated, to say the least, using this time almost every night to escape his anxiety and drift elsewhere.

"What's that about?" San says quietly, running a hand through his damp hair.

"What's what about?" Wooyoung tilts his book lower, raising his gaze to look at San.

"Your book." San takes the towel in his left hand and tosses it into their laundry tote, walking around to his side of the bed. "You've been reading it every night for like two weeks."

"It's not something you'd be interested in, Sannie." Wooyoung moves his bookmark, placing it between his open pages.

"Try me." San says as he gets into bed, sitting upright slightly, pushing a pillow against their headboard to support his neck.

"Mm, well. . . it's complicated. The main character is always running away from something. But what's interesting is that we don't know what from."

"Okay." San nods his head. "Keep going."

"The longer the story goes on, the easier it is for us, the reader, to see that the main character needs to just stop running from this. But he refuses. He keeps running and running with no goal. We can't figure out why he's so paranoid and why he's so afraid, but you kind of get sucked into worrying about him rather than the details of what he's running from."

"It sounds interesting." San mumbles, looking over at Wooyoung fondly, admittedly a little love-sick as he watches his partner talk so proudly about his interest.

"I can't put it down sometimes. But it also helps me sleep, so it's kind of a pain in the ass, but like a good pain in the ass."

"I'm glad you like it so much." San sighs comfortably as he shifts against his pillows.

"Why's that?" Wooyoung finally closes his book, setting it aside on the nightstand.

"It gives you a reason to escape." San muffles a yawn, eyes growing tired. "You're in your head a lot, Young'ah, whether or not you want to admit it."

"I know." Wooyoung sits upright, sliding down the bed slightly before laying back down, allowing himself to sink into his cold pillow. "I just think a lot."

"And I barely think at all." San scoffs, watching Wooyoung smile. "That's why we're perfect."

"No, that's why we've always been perfect together."

"You're right." San eventually slides down too, holding his arm out as an invitation for Wooyoung to move over towards him. Wooyoung barely hesitates, sliding over, wrapping his right arm over San's abdomen, head leaning into his chest as he feels San's left arm wrap around him.

"What time are we leaving in the morning?" Wooyoung asks quietly, settling further against San's chest.

"Early, I think. We can sleep in a bit, though."

"Good." Wooyoung yawns. "I think I might actually sleep tonight."

"Mm, that's good." San's eyes lull closed, hand gently rubbing Wooyoung's hip.

"San'ah?"

"Yes, Woo?"

"I think I know what I'm running away from."

San's eyes open, brow raising curiously. "Hm? From what?"

"Like my book. . . y'know, like the main character?" Wooyoung listens to San hum, timidly continuing on. "I still don't know what he's running away from, but. . . in a way, I think he and I are alike somehow. I know what I'm running away from."

"What is it?"

"Myself."

"Why would you say that?"

Wooyoung's hand gently messes with the fabric on San's shirt, curling it into his grasp lightly, afraid of the admittance sitting on the edge of his tongue. "Because I've always been running from who I am. I've never known how to stop."

"I'm sorry, Young'ah."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Sannie. I've always just been afraid of my personality and how I react to things, because I can never control any of it. I just lack the ability to hold myself accountable and to stay on the straight and narrow."

"We all make mistakes. You don't have to be afraid to mess up."

"I'm not afraid of making a mistake. I'm afraid of losing everyone because I can't control myself."

"You're not gonna lose me, Woo." San shifts to turn on his side, pulling Wooyoung closer into his chest, kissing his head twice. "Hwa isn't going anywhere, neither is Yeosang or any of our friends. Everyone loves you and they care about you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm so sure. Me especially. I love you the most out of everyone else, even if Seonghwa tries to tell you otherwise."

"I think he loves Joong more than me, now." Wooyoung laughs.

"I wouldn't bet on it. He cares a lot about you. If Yeosang thinks I'm over protective about you, then he's got another thing coming if Seonghwa ever finds out about the nightclub."

"True."

"Feel a bit better?" San almost mumbles.

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to tomorrow." Wooyoung sighs, finally allowing his eyes to close.

"Me too." San hums, tilting further into his pillow.

Wooyoung listens to San fall into a deep, comfortable sleep soon after he stops talking, holding Wooyoung as tiredly as he could while he remains asleep, breathing quietly. Wooyoung remained awake, eyes closed as he waited for the sleep to overtake him, but it never came until the sun began to peek over the horizon.

"Young'ah-" San hums quietly, pressing a kiss to Wooyoung's temple.

"Hm?" Wooyoung wakes, turning over towards San, who was hovering over the bed and looking down at him with his palms pressed into the mattress.

"It's almost ten in the morning," San says quietly, watching Wooyoung reach for the comforter to pull it closer. "We've gotta get started on our day."

"Five more minutes," Wooyoung pleads, eyes still shut, breaths slightly heavy.

"Come on, Woo." San quietly laughs. "I wanna show you what I've got planned."

"Okay, okay-" Wooyoung sighs, eyes peeling open slowly. "Fine."

"Pack an overnight bag," San says, hand reaching over to move strands of hair free from Wooyoung's tired gaze. "I wanna leave whenever you're ready."

"Just give me like ten minutes, Sannie." Wooyoung breathes, eyes closing for a moment.

"Okay. I'll be on the couch." San kisses his forehead before leaving, closing the door slightly behind him with just enough space to let in the light from the kitchen. Wooyoung groans, rubbing his eyes, carefully rising from the bed at his waist.

Admittedly, he only slept for a couple of hours again, time lost sleeping for more time gained thinking, unable to rest his wandering mind. Now with hazy eyes and an incoming headache, Wooyoung finds himself wanting to crawl back into bed, feeling guilt boil beneath the surface. He knew he couldn't let his insomnia get the best of him now, but San was waiting for him, so he was going to push through regardless.

A packed bag and a morning routine later, Wooyoung strolls out of the bedroom with his bag slung over his shoulder, a black tee snug against his chest with partially ripped jeans and converse. San looks up from his phone, standing from the couch, hands reaching for his own bag as he smiles at Wooyoung, holding his hand out with a grabbing motion.

"Give it." San watches Wooyoung roll his eyes with a bashful smile, handing the bag over without a word. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mhm." Wooyoung smiles, watching San sling the duffel bag strap over his shoulder. "Where are we going first?"

"To the hotel first, then we are going out and doing whatever you want to do."

"Whatever I want to do?" Wooyoung mocks incredulously, a look of pure humor spreading across his cheeks. "That's a bit spoiled of me, isn't it?"

"You deserve everything. Now, can we go or are you going to keep gawking at me?"

"We can go-" Wooyoung sighs playfully. "But I'm gonna continue to tease you. So, get movin'."

"Mhm. Alright." San rolls his eyes and watches as Wooyoung grabs San's keys for him, opening the front door and allowing his boyfriend to head outside, trekking further towards the parking garage.

The car ride is longer than it should've been due to unavoidable traffic and slow drivers, but Wooyoung makes the most of it by singing songs obnoxiously loud to San's dismay, though he claims to love every second of it. The comment alone spurred Wooyoung on further, but he would've continued to sing regardless.

"I hope you like where we're staying," San muses, eyes flicking between the GPS on his phone and the road. "My mom stays here a lot when she's on business trips, so she recommended it without hesitating."

"I'll like anything that you do with me, San'ah." Wooyoung leans into the press of his seat, phone in his lap, eyes glued to the window, watching cars pass by in a wave of traffic.

"Don't freak out, though." San warns, noticing their stop just ahead of them. "We're about to arrive."

Wooyoung curiously watches through the window as the large building comes into view, jaw falling slack as he takes it in. A tall white building is coated with black-framed windows, the bottom juncture surrounded in wooden panels with warm yellow lights beaming through the slats. It was completely modern and looked recently built; Wooyoung just couldn't believe what he was looking at.

"You brought me to the Mondrian?" Wooyoung looks at San, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a smile. "San'ah, this is a lot. This is too much. I can't let you spoil me like this."

"You can." San affirms, pulling under the car park near the entrance. "Just try to relax and not focus on all of the little details. My mom was more than happy to do this for us for the night."

"I really can't believe you, Choi San." Wooyoung shakes his head, eyes glancing around the features of the building, glancing at the interior of the lobby just barely through the massive glass doors.

"Believe it." San places the car in park, shutting off the engine. "I'll be right back."

Wooyoung sits idly, still in disbelief at just exactly where they were. San headed inside, making his way towards the counter to presumably check-in and grab their keycards. Only a minute later, San returns, keys in hand, waving his other hand as a motion for Wooyoung to get out. Wooyoung unbuckles his seatbelt, phone in hand, stepping outside.

"They're gonna park the car for us."

"Jesus christ." Wooyoung mumbles under his breath, completely baffled by all of this. He wasn't used to this treatment, not that he was hating it by any means. He knew San came from a wealthy background, but he never bothered to pry into what his childhood was really like. He knew his parents were absent a lot, hiring babysitters and live-in maids to take care of him during his adolescent years until he was old enough to look out for himself. Even with his parents being absentee figures in his life, they had always supported San through his ventures. Even when San told them about his relationship with Wooyoung, they were completely supportive and even encouraged them all to go out for dinner one night so they could all catch up.

San grabs their belongings from the backseat, handing over his car keys to the hotel employee, holding both bags as he walks into the hotel lobby with Wooyoung not too far behind.

A lavish scene awaits them complimented by high ceilings and open windows, a large mural display hung behind a marble-countertop bar with golden chairs, nestled against the wall with warm colored furniture surrounding the space. There was plenty of seating, yet they all remained mostly vacant except for the bartender behind the quiet bar. Wooyoung looks up and over everything, eyes unable to stop scanning the environment around them as they head further towards the elevator, feeling incredibly out of place.

Wooyoung follows San into the elevator, listening as the bell chimes quietly once they reach the third floor. San walks out, leading them down the hall towards the eighth door on the left, tapping one of the keycards against the sensor until it lights up green.

"Here we are," San says lightly, pushing the door open, walking inside and holding the door open with his foot as Wooyoung walks in behind him, completely enamored by the sight ahead of him. It was nothing overwhelmingly luxurious, but it was nice; really nice.

"God, Sannie." Wooyoung walks towards the large-paned window, staring out at the sight of Seoul around them. Wooyoung turns, eyeing the furniture curiously, still in a fit of shock at the entire experience. A large white bed was in the center of the room with paneled wood slats serving as a modern headboard, fixed with hanging lights that warmed the room with yellow-toned bulbs. A square blue rug lay beneath the bed, covering some of the wooden flooring, but was minimal enough to not be distracting.

"Now we can relax." San says with a subtle sigh, setting down their bags on the dresser nearby. Wooyoung turns to look out of the window again, biting his tongue, eyes scanning over the view he wishes he could look at forever. It was nothing special, but to him, this was everything.

"I can't believe that we're here right now." Wooyoung feels San walk up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"What d'you wanna do?" San's chin rests on Wooyoung's right shoulder, looking out of the window too, waiting patiently for the younger to decide on their first venture.

"I wanna go to the pool. Do you think it's heated?"

"If this place didn't have a heated pool, I'd be shocked." San chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of Wooyoung's head before leaning away.

"I say we go swimming, then we shower and head to get dinner, and then we come back and relax in the room."

"You're lucky I thought to pack trunks just in case you were in the mood to go swimming." San says, walking over to his own bag.

"You must be psychic. That's the only answer."

"Or I just know my boyfriend too damn well." San looks at him with a smirk.

"Oh." Wooyoung pauses. "I don't think I brought mine, actually."

"Well, lucky for you-" San pulls out another pair of trunks, ones that look awfully familiar. "I grabbed yours too, because I know you and I knew you'd forget."

"You are so damn-"

"Perfect? Observant? Doting?" San flashes a smile at Wooyoung, zipping his bag closed. "I know. Thank you, Wooyoung."

"I was gonna say perceptive but those words work too." Wooyoung smiles, trying to hide the flush rising to his cheeks.

"Like I told you," San walks towards the bathroom, pausing before he enters inside. "I know you better than I know myself, jagiya."

Wooyoung laughs at him, hiding the embarrassment on his face as San disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. San was right. He did know Wooyoung extremely well; too well sometimes.

"San'ah, stop it!" Wooyoung laughs, splashing water right back at San who was playfully chasing him around the vacant pool.

"No!" San laughs too, arms outstretched as he races for Wooyoung, eventually entrapping the younger within his grasp, pulling him closer. "You're being such a shit."

"Well you're splashing me! What do you want me to do?" Wooyoung settles into San's touch, brushing strands of wet hair out of his face.

"Stop running away, maybe?" San teases with an amused glint within his eyes, hands moving down to pull the younger by his waist, legs bent at the knees as he makes room for Wooyoung to sit down on his lap beneath the surface of the water. They were in waist-deep water, give or take a few inches, but it was enough for San to lean back to make space available on his lap. Wooyoung complies, but his eyes shoot around the room carefully in search of other people in the area, but finds no one nearby. "Hey, we're alone. It's alright."

"Do you think people would mind?" Wooyoung mutters quietly, hands rising to rest on the back of San's neck.

"No, not necessarily. I think we'd be okay if someone came down here."

"Some people are weird about. . . y'know. Couples like us."

"I don't care what they think." San assures, wrapping his left arm around Wooyoung's waist protectively, the other arm wading in the water for the sake of balance.

"I know you don't." Wooyoung smiles at him with a slight tilt to his head.

The pool was outdoors, overcasted by several curved white beams to serve as a slight cover to the pool. The sun was just peaking through at the right angle to hit Wooyoung's gaze, brightening his russet hues, adding a glimmer to his eyes that San nearly melts at. Wooyoung scrunches his nose slightly, tilting his head further, tongue poking out of his mouth to wet his lips subtly.

"You're so pretty." San mutters quietly, watching Wooyoung's cheeks suddenly turn pink.

"San'ah-" Wooyoung shies away, turning his gaze towards the calm pool water, suddenly finding it hard to look his partner in the eyes.

"I meant it." San dotes, hand coming out of the water momentarily to drag Wooyoung's gaze back towards him by his chin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I don't know how I got so lucky with you."

"I could say the same." Wooyoung says, smiling at him as if he was holding the world within his palms. "I wanna stay here forever."

"Like at the hotel?" San asks curiously, but Wooyoung shakes his head.

"No, dummy. Like this, with you. I don't know how I went so many years without realizing you were what I was missing in my life."

"We were oblivious." San lets go of his chin, letting his hand sink back into the water. "We had no idea what was beneath the surface."

"Well, we already knew that we were soulmates." Wooyoung rolls his eyes playfully. "I just wish I knew what I meant when I said that for the first time. I wish I would've realized sooner."

"There is such a thing as platonic soulmates, Woo." San raises a brow, watching Wooyoung frown slightly.

"Well. . . I guess to me, I never meant it platonically."

"D'you remember that night at Mingi's beach house?" San asks out of the blue, still holding onto Wooyoung by his waist.

"If you're referring to my drunken night of horrors, then yeah. I do."

"I don't know if you remember the details, but you told me that you loved me then. Was that a drunk admittance or just. . . platonic?"

"I don't remember most of that night. It's foggy, still. But, I do remember kissing you and looking up at you from the bed. I think I was admitting it then. Drunk Wooyoung tends to blurt out the truth in times of crisis."

"Oh, kissing me was a crisis?" San teases and Wooyoung smacks his arm.

"No!" Wooyoung giggles. "That's not what I said. Honestly though, I think I was too scared to admit it, and when push came to shove, it just. . . came out. There's no stopping the truth when you're drunk."

"I just remember when you said it, I kind of panicked. I said it back to you in fear that you'd remember me not saying it back because I wasn't sure how you meant it."

Wooyoung shifts slightly on San's lap, hand moving a strand of hair out of San's eyes. "I'm kind of sad that I don't remember a lot of that night."

"It's okay that you don't. It was a pretty weird night. I don't know if Mingi remembers much, either."

"Well, Mingi is always sucking face with some random chick that he can barely remember the name of, so that's not surprising."

"I feel bad for Yunho, though." San mentions quietly, watching Wooyoung's gaze turn slightly confused. "What? You can't tell that they're in the same boat as we were?"

"No?"

"Mingi is super protective over Yunho. I mean, he always has been, but since we've all paired off, it's been a bit different."

"They're just friends, I think. Mingi likes girls too much."

"I know it's not fair of me to assume, but we know what it's like to be stupidly in love with your best friend and to be too chicken to do anything about it."

"I mean, Yeosang and Jongho were really the first ones to kind of figure it out for themselves. Jongho was just too scared to commit to a relationship at the time."

"Seonghwa and Joong got together first though." San tries to correct, watching Wooyoung bite his tongue with a smirk.

"We were in love first." Wooyoung giggles, watching San playfully sigh, eyes glancing away for a moment.

"I know, Young'ah." San smiles at him. "I just hope Mingi figures it out."

"If there's anything to figure out." Wooyoung corrects, and San accepts defeat.

"Alright. Are you over the pool yet? Do you wanna go shower?"

"Only if you're showering with me." Wooyoung bites his lower lip and San smiles at him.

"Obviously, jagiya."

After spending an obnoxiously long time in the shower together, Wooyoung and San find themselves at the restaurant within the hotel. The sun was setting, shining delicately through the open windows, casting carefully on the painted glass ceiling feature hung above the dining tables. Wooyoung was sitting in a booth seat with his back against a tiled, marble wall with orange cushions while San sat across from him in a brown leather chair, empty plates scattered between them. Wooyoung listened to the music playing overhead quietly, slightly humming along, tapping his fingers against the wooden table before glancing at San, who was smiling at him fondly.

Wooyoung had been sitting patiently within his seat, eating his meal and conversing like normal, ignoring the surging desire lingering in his abdomen. After their shower together, he found himself itching for something more than just biting kisses and subtle touches.

In the comfort of their home, he would openly ask for whatever it was that he wanted, begging at times, but this felt different. He wasn't sure if San just wanted to relax and truly enjoy their time away from their suffocating apartment or if he had other plans.

The shower left more to be desired, and Wooyoung couldn't stop thinking about it. He was used to seeing San's bare chest and his build, but something about being within close proximity and only touching him above the line of his waist was tortuous. He wanted more. He just wasn't sure how to be so bold in asking about it.

"Young'ah?" San asks quietly, leaning back in his chair.

"Hmm?" Wooyoung's gaze travels down the length of San's jaw, slowly lifting back upwards to meet San's eyes.

"Did you have a good day?"

"The best day." Wooyoung smiles, resting his right elbow on the table, his palm opening as he rests his chin within the press of it. His fingers gently reach up his cheek, feeling warmth travel across his flushed skin. He wasn't sure why he was flustered, but he was sure it had everything to do with the way San was looking at him.

"Do you wanna watch a movie when we go back upstairs?" San takes a drink from his glass of water, watching Wooyoung for a moment as he waits for a response.

Wooyoung pauses, swallowing back the words that linger at the edge of his tongue. He knew what he really wanted, he just didn't want to outright admit it (especially in public). "We can."

"We don't have to-" San eyes him curiously, setting down his glass. "Unless you have other plans? Like reading your book or. . .?"

"I don't wanna read my book, Sannie. I didn't even bring it."

"Then tell me what you want." San leans closer, a look of intrigue crossing over his eyes.

"Uhm," Wooyoung breathes, looking left, then right; eyeing no one even remotely nearby. "I want, uh-"

"Use your words, Young'ah." San's tone is a decibel lower, more demanding, and Wooyoung feels a tinge of interest building between his thighs. San rarely ever talked to him like that, and it only spurred his wishes to burn hotter.

"You." He blurts quietly, hand dropping away from his chin, tongue wetting his bottom lip nervously. San smiles at him, gaze drifting downwards before looking around, eyeing their waiter with haste. San quickly takes care of their check, processing the payment through their room before taking Wooyoung's hand not a moment later and leading him towards the elevator. Wooyoung can feel the anticipation building on his tongue, butterflies claiming stake in his stomach the second he hears the elevator chime open. San tugs him inside, quickly pressing the close door button, waiting patiently for the doors to shut.

The moment the doors click together, San pins Wooyoung to the wall of the elevator, slotting their lips together in a kiss that turns hungry the longer they stand there, only breaking apart to catch a breath the second the doors reopen at their floor. Wooyoung smiles at him, taking San's hand in his, walking out of the elevator and leading him towards their room with a pace that wasn't rushed or hurried, trying his absolute best to not make a scene in the hotel, but there was urgency pulling at the hem of his jeans, and he could nearly bear to stand it.

San unlocks the door and pushes it open, following Wooyoung inside before turning and locking the door shut. He kicked off his shoes next to the pair Wooyoung had just shed, greeting the younger halfway in the small doorway, pressing his lips to the younger's in an instant.

Wooyoung's hands needily unbutton the black shirt confining San's torso, struggling for a moment before ripping and pulling, finally feeling naked skin beneath his fingertips as he helps San shrug off the shirt holding him hostage. San wraps his fingers around the base of Wooyoung's beige long-sleeve, pulling and pulling until Wooyoung plaintly allows San to free him of his own shirt. Their lips reconnect in a second, carefully moving backwards, doing their best to avoid furniture in the hotel suite, walking and walking until Wooyoung's calves greet the corner of the bed.

Wooyoung leads the kiss, breaking away to press kisses on San's jaw and cheek, biting at any skin he could pull between his teeth, hands quickly undoing San's belt, pulling the leather through the loops before tossing it away to the floor. His hands move back, tugging at San's jeans, pulling them down before feeling San reaching himself, kicking them off and to the side without worry.

San leans down slightly, hands gripping around the back of Wooyoung's thighs, feeling the younger's hands drift to hold onto the back of his neck as he hoists him upwards, wrapping Wooyoung's legs around his lower back. Wooyoung kisses him again, stealing a moment to bite San's lower lip and tug, smirking as he listens to the groan that escapes San's lips.

San carefully moves to the other edge of the bed, lowering Wooyoung down onto it, one knee planted between Wooyoung's thighs as he climbs into bed too, connecting their lips again in a bruising kiss.

Wooyoung unzips his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off, feeling San mindlessly swat the fabric away, hearing it clash with the floor below. Wooyoung grinds his hips upwards, dragging San lower, rutting against him with an urgency, disconnecting their lips to plead with his eyes wordlessly.

San cranes his head down, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the length of Wooyoung's torso, taking his sweet time as he travels further before stopping at his pelvis. San's left hand preventatively holds Wooyoung's hips down, moving his lips to attach to the interior of the younger's thigh. Wooyoung groans, reaching his hand down to thread through San's hair, head tilting back.

San begins to slide off the bed, leaving a few final kisses to each of Wooyong's thighs, backing away to turn towards his bag, grabbing their usual supplies from inside and returning to plant himself between Wooyoung's spread thighs. Wooyoung rolls his eyes at him, ignoring the urge to comment about how San thought to even bring those things, but he decided against being a brat.

San waists little time, snapping open the bottle as he coats his fingers, reaching down to press between Wooyoung's thighs. San moves his head upward, lips an inch away from Wooyoung's, pressing inside with no resistance. Wooyoung's head tilts back and San kisses his upper lip before attaching his lips to the younger's throat, biting and sucking, listening to the noises that Wooyoung lets slip through parted lips.

Wooyoung bites his tongue, trying to muffle his whines, but San moves his lips near his ear, letting a low rumbled voice escape with a plea. "Let me hear your pretty noises, Young'ah."

"God-" Wooyoung whines, back slightly arching. San moves at a tortuous pace, one that draws out every hidden noise within Wooyoung's throat. He presses another into him, curling slightly, teeth biting Wooyoung's throat with the intent to leave a bruise.

Wooyoung is hazy, eyes screwing shut as he feels a familiar knotting sensation build in his stomach, but he bites his lip as San adds a third, raising his hands to drag careful lines down the elder's muscular back. "God, please San'ah."

"Okay," San hums, pressing a slow kiss to Wooyoung's lips as he slides his hand free, breaking apart to prepare himself, feeling Wooyoung's hands thread through his hair, keeping himself occupied by kissing the sensitive skin near his neck and below his ear teasingly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yes, please, fuck San'ah." Wooyoung babbles, kissing his lips again. He knew San was just trying to be careful since it had been awhile, but he didn't care. He just wanted all of him.

San slowly presses into him, one hand holding Wooyoung's thigh, the other beginning to grip the comforter. Wooyoung lets out a broken groan, head tilting back, hand still threaded through the elder's hair.

San pauses, giving Wooyoung a second, breathing heavily, pressing a few kisses to Wooyoung's torso, patiently waiting for Wooyoung to give him the go ahead. Wooyoung's hand moves away from San's hair, reaching down and tapping San on the shoulder, a wordless confirmation that he was okay and San could continue.

"Gotta be quiet, Young'ah-" San begins to move languidly, nipping at Wooyoung's collarbone. "There's people next door."

Wooyoung hums in acknowledgement, but he really couldn't be too fucked to care. He does his best to keep himself quiet, but San was everywhere. San was kissing him, biting his skin, one hand pinning his waist to the bed with the other gripping onto the blanket next to his head, hips touching his own with every forward movement; he didn't know how well he could contain himself when San was all over him.

His body felt like it was on fire. His nerves were shooting with electric signals all over his body, firing with every sensitive kiss and tender bite, lighting up his network of neurons with every lustful touch San placed on his body.

San presses harder into him, pace still intoxicatingly slow and tender; but it was everything Wooyoung craved then. His back slightly arches, stomach reaching to touch San's subtly, feeling the elder's hand push his waist back down and pin it there soon after.

"Fuck, San'ah-" Wooyoung swallows the whine building in his throat. "I don't think I'm g'na last like this."

San hikes Wooyoung's leg over his lower back, hooking it there, moving closer and deeper, sending the younger stir crazy in his spot beneath him.

"Oh my fucking god-" Wooyoung curses, biting his tongue, feeling the once familiar knot tighten suddenly, on the verge of snapping. San kisses his jaw again, lips falling open and still as his pace quickens suddenly, dropping his head into the crook of Wooyoung's neck.

Wooyoung feels like he's on the verge of peace, biting down on his swollen bottom lip to ground himself as he attempts to remain present at the mercy of San's hips, but the more San rails into him, the harder it becomes.

The knot suddenly snaps in half, and Wooyoung breathes through the aftershock of reaching his peak, listening to San's heavy breaths stir his mind awake from his dazed state of existence. Somewhere between his own heavy breaths and his dizziness, San snaps in half too, coming down from a fruitful high that brings butterflies to his stomach. Wooyoung reaches his hands to cup San's jaw tenderly, pulling his head from his neck and towards his lips, kissing him languidly.

"Feel better?" San asks quietly as they part momentarily, nearly out of breath.

"Mhm." Wooyoung kisses him again tiredly. "I love you."

San kisses his forehead, words breathily leaving his lips. "I love you, too."

Carefully, San pulls away, reaching to grab his discarded boxers before throwing Wooyoung his own, entering into the bathroom for a moment before returning a minute later with a rag in his hand. Wooyoung had pulled the comforter back, sheets messy enough to be pulled over his waist, face hidden behind a pillow he had grabbed to lay over him.

"What're you doing?" San chuckles at him quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him.

"I'm tired." Wooyoung mumbles into the cold pillow, body slightly turned to the left as he continues to hold the pillow against him. San moves the hem of the sheet with his fingers, pushing the edge of the boxers Wooyoung had tiredly pulled over his waist downwards as he moves the warm rag over his skin, cleaning off his abdomen as the younger remained nearly motionless.

"I know you're tired, Young'ah." San says, removing the rag a second later, pulling the edge of Wooyoung's boxers back up and re-covering him with the sheet. "D'you want me to turn off all the lights?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. Give me a minute." San stands and tosses the rag near their other discarded dirty towels before walking around and shutting off the few lights that remained lit within the small room.

Wooyoung tosses the pillow away, pulling the heavier blanket up his torso as he snuggles further into the mattress, teetering on the edge of consciousness. San plops into bed a minute later, moving the blankets and shifting closer, pressing a kiss to the back of Wooyoung's neck, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist before pulling him backwards into him, listening to the hum of contentment that leaves Wooyoung's tongue.

San knew that it was just a day away from the apartment and its stressors; but he hoped that the time they spent together released some of the tension Wooyoung held within himself. All San wanted was for Wooyoung to be happy, and if this helped anything, at least just a little bit, that was good enough for him.