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"Ready?" Wooyoung asks, bag in hand, another slung over his shoulder.

"Yeah." San briefly smiles at him, closing his car door with a gentle slam. San slings his own bag over his shoulder after locking his car, walking around the tail of his vehicle, standing next to Wooyoung with a sigh rolling through his lungs. Wooyoung glances at him before turning to look back at the dorms they knew too well, standing in a nearly-empty parking lot that had yet to perk back to its usual busy standard the two were used to.

They decided to come back a day earlier than expected, leaving the house empty for San's mother to hire a cleaning company to tidy the house up enough to prepare it for the housing market. Wooyoung had called Seonghwa earlier in the morning, explaining that he'd be back to the dorm by the afternoon, and Seonghwa was elated to hear that they'd be back sooner than expected.

"This feels weird." Wooyoung scoffs, starting to walk towards the dorms with San to his right.

"It does feel a little odd." San admits, eyes searching the familiar building with a sense of something uneasy traveling to his gut.

San was still nervous about Wooyoung's status at the college. As far as he knew, Wooyoung was going to be dismissed from his courses and removed from his programs, leaving the younger with nowhere to turn to since his parents weren't exactly in the picture right now. They still had yet to hear about any grant or renewal to his tuition, which only drove this nervous feeling to root even deeper inside of San's gut. Wooyoung didn't seem bothered, more aloof if anything, blissfully ignorant to the possibility of leaving San behind at college with his friends. San doesn't bother to ask why and instead chooses to enjoy whatever time they have left, especially if there wasn't much time left to begin with.

No further words are exchanged as they make way into the dorm and up the familiar staircase until they reach the landing, pulling the stairwell door open and peering into the vacant hallway, feeling an awkward tension rush over their bodies. Wooyoung takes a breath, glancing at San for a moment before making his way down the hall, listening to the sounds of their footsteps and rustling bags fill the voided space.

Before Wooyoung can even knock on his dorm door once he arrives, the door swings open quickly with Seonghwa standing there on the other side.

"I heard you down the hall." Seonghwa muses, a beaming smile spread across his lips as he opens the door wider and waves Wooyoung inside. "Joong is in your room, Sannie. The door's unlocked, too. Feel free to come back here if you wanna."

"Thanks, Hwa." San smiles before walking away and to his own room. Wooyoung peers at him for a moment before walking inside, setting his bags down on the floor near his bed. Seonghwa lets the door close behind him as he walks away, engulfing Wooyoung into a hug the moment he's able, nearly suffocating him. Wooyoung normally would push him away and discourage every advance of affection from anyone but his boyfriend, but this hug felt different to him. It didn't spark the urge to push the elder off or to run away with a disgusted grimace, he actually rather enjoyed the hug and found himself hugging Seonghwa back with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"You have no idea how nice it is to see you back in this dorm." Seonghwa huffs, hugging the younger a little tighter. "I've missed your stupid alarms and your stupid play station and just your presence as a whole."

"You saw me two weeks ago!" Wooyoung laughs, but Seonghwa smacks his lower back and leans away, looking at his friend adamantly.

"But before winter break and before Christmas, this dorm was so quiet. I couldn't bring myself to stay here during all of that. I didn't realize how much I relied on you to be here, y'know? I've grown so used to seeing you here and expecting you to be here that when you were gone, I felt. . . I dunno– empty?"

"Hwa," Wooyoung frowns pitifully, but Seonghwa smacks him again playfully.

"Don't look at me like that!" He laughs, watching Wooyoung start to smile instead. "You're my closest friend, Woo. I'm sorry I'm so hard on you sometimes and that I spend too much time with Joong–"

"Stop it." Wooyoung smacks Seonghwa on his lower back now, looking at him fondly. "I didn't think I'd make a single friend here, let alone two and a boyfriend. I don't care if you spend an absurd amount of time with Joong, and I actually like it when you're hard on me. You're like the mother I wish I had. Joong is just my awkward step-dad."

Seonghwa laughs, nodding his head. "You couldn't be more right about that."

"I hate literally everyone on this planet." Wooyoung sighs. "But you were the first person to dare to try and take a chance on me. I know things are kind of up in the air right now with me staying here. . . but I'm gonna come and see you guys if it comes to that. I'm not gonna just disappear."

"It's not going to come to that." Seonghwa firmly states with a certain softness to his tone. "If anyone deserves to study their passion here, it's you."

"Thank you." Wooyoung replies, eyes shooting to the front door as he hears the handle swivel downwards. A smile finds its way onto his lips the moment San enters into the room, stepping inside and closing the door after. Seonghwa's arms leave Wooyoung's lower back, turning to face San at the entryway as he blinks at both of them curiously.

"Bad time?"

"No, Sannie." Wooyoung smiles, retracting his arms too before glancing at his bags with the unenthusiastic sigh of someone who really did not want to unpack. San scoffs at him, approaching the bag closest to him before picking it up while Wooyoung picks up the other.

"Joong still working on music?" Seonghwa asks quietly, looking at San.

"Yeah. He said like three words to me and headed right back to it."

"I'm sorry, San'ah. You know he means well and everything. He was excited to see you both, I swear he was–"

"He's stress working. I've seen him like this before." San mentions, handing Wooyoung's bag off to him as he turns to look at Seonghwa. "Did he sleep last night?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Dammit." San sighs. "Have you tried talking him out of it?"

"No." Seonghwa folds his arms against his chest, moving backwards with slow, careful steps. Wooyoung watches the two males over his shoulder curiously, unsure of what common issue they were both discussing associated with Hongjoong's work habits.

"Has he eaten?" San asks further, and Seonghwa shakes his head. "So, he's really deep into it?"

"Yeah." Seonghwa shrugs. "He's been putting it off because. . . he's been spending time with me. He's had almost a month to work on it, but he chose to spend time with me and now because of that, he's working his ass off nonstop."

"Don't feel bad." San assures kindly. "He's fully aware of what he's doing."

"I feel guilty, though. I could've told him not to."

"Yeah–" San hums gently. "But you know how hard-headed he is."

"Hwa," Wooyoung interrupts suddenly, setting his bags back down as he decides against unpacking, turning around to face the conversing pair. "Don't let yourself feel guilty for letting Joong love you."

Seonghwa is quiet, brows slightly pinched together as he looks between San and Wooyoung, uneven breaths rolling through his lungs.

"He's always been like this Seonghwa. You may be dating him, but I lived with the guy before you. He does things last minute and always crashes afterwards. Bad habits die hard." San says with a smile that slowly fades the longer he talks, spilling a truth that he hoped would reach Seonghwa's heart rather than just his ears.

"He was getting better about it, though."

"It's okay to have a setback." San assures again. "Let him work through whatever he's got on his mind, and once he's done, all you can offer is your presence. Joong is incredibly smart. He knows what he's doing. Trust that."

"I know." Seonghwa moves backwards until he settles on his bed, hands gripping onto the edge of the mattress for a second before fleeing. "I don't want to see him struggle like this."

"None of us do." San frowns. "Give him time."

"But–" Wooyoung interjects yet again. "I'm sure some ramen from the place down the street might entice him to take a little bit of a break."

"You think so?" Seonghwa asks curiously, and Wooyoung can't resist the smile that plagues his lips.

"It's worth a shot. It'll at least give him ten minutes to relax and decompress, and also for you to have a chance to talk to him to express your worries. Beneficial for the both of you, I think."

"He's right," San hums, reaching his hand around the small of Wooyoung's back to wrap his fingers around the younger's waist.

Seonghwa blinks at both of them again, suddenly smiling with a tinge of confidence as he rises from his bed. There was a certain positivity radiating through the elder now, almost as if the words his friends had ushered to him have finally propelled some sort of comfort within him finally. Wooyoung watches with a smile as Seonghwa takes a breath and says a quiet thank you to both of them.

"Tell Joong we're having dinner together later, too." Wooyoung tacks on, watching Seonghwa nod as he heads for the door.

"I will." Seonghwa beams, opening the door and stepping out into the hall, shutting it without another word. Wooyoung takes a step to his left, leaning into San and tilting his head, resting against the elder's shoulder with a content sigh.

"Feels weird being the one to give him advice, now."

San scoffs. "I'm sure it is, jagi."

"I don't want to put any of this stuff away." Wooyoung whines, leaning away from San's hold to dramatically fall onto his bed that had yet to be made with new sheets.

"I'll help you put it away." San offers, but Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

"Still."

"Come on." San leans at his waist, reaching to grab Wooyoung's left hand, trying to gently coax the younger off of his back and onto his feet. But, Wooyoung uses all of his weight to keep himself down, acting like a lifeless corpse, smiling as he does so. "Young-ah."

"You can't make me." Wooyoung muses, pulling his hand away, folding his arms against his chest. San raises a brow, biting his tongue, words hanging on the edge of his throat. What a brat.

"Oh, I can make you do anything." San huffs, using his right hand to spread Wooyoung's thighs as he forces himself between, hands planted on the undressed bed on either side of Wooyoung's shoulders. "I'd just rather be nice about it."

Wooyoung's breath catches in his throat, swallowing tentatively, trying his best to remain still even though he feels like squirming. "What if I don't want you to be nice about it?"

"You're being such a tease right now–" San cuts himself off, curious about the younger's amused expression laid before him. San watches Wooyoung's eyes dart around, almost as if he was studying his face or something similar, leaving a question lingering in the forefront of his brain. "What're you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Wooyoung acts inconspicuous, smiling while looking up at San, a hint of rosy pink rising to the apple of his cheeks.

"Nah, I think it's something. You're just being a shit and won't tell me."

"Oh, am I?" Wooyoung smirks, watching as San begins to lean closer, head dipping down to sneak a few gentle kisses against Wooyoung's lower neck. "Sannie–"

"Nope." San laughs against Wooyoung's skin, kissing his neck again. "You can tease me all you want with words, but I'm gonna coax it out of you one way or another."

"You think that–" Wooyoung gasps slightly when San's teeth graze over his flushed skin. "That I'm gonna crumble under your touch? Just like that?"

"Mhm." San licks a warm stripe up Wooyoung's neck, stopping just beneath the lobe of Wooyoung's right ear. Wooyoung shivers, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his hands rise to the sides of San's jawline, fingers swiping over his skin tenderly. Wooyoung hated how confident San was at making him crumble into telling a stupid truth that was barely worth finding out. Wooyoung just wanted to be bratty about it, that's all there was to it. There was no lingering secret or untold tale, it was just that he wanted San's full devoted attention to feel an ounce of normalcy again, craving stability like he used to.

They were back in the dorm, away from the dulled sadness of San's childhood home, completely rid of Wooyoung's terrorizing parents, now just settled back to where they met and what they were familiar with. Though, a looming threat of having to move out still clings onto Wooyoung like a tumor, but he elects to ignore it, at least for now.

Wooyoung was more than ready to focus on living with San for real this time. Living with him temporarily at his childhood home was eye opening, and provided a sense of security that he's never felt before. He was admittedly lonely at times, but every single time San walked in through the front door, an instant wash of happiness rose over his skin like an electric current. There were some sort of emotional ties keeping them from their bliss, keeping them tied down to reality as every blink of happiness they tried to soak in was overwhelmed by even more bad news. But now, Wooyoung senses that each of their ties have been cut. He feels free, more free than he has been in a long time. He wants to enjoy his life with San, regardless of if he continues his studies or not.

"San'ah–" Wooyoung giggles, feeling the male press lazy kisses against his jaw. "There's no secret!"

"Sure." San hums, nipping at skin on his throat. "If there's no secret, then why wouldn't you just say it? Why'd you pretend that that pretty head of yours was hiding something?"

"I wanted–"

"To be a brat." San leans away with a devilish grin smeared across his lips. "Are you actually gonna tell me what you were thinking or not?"

"I honestly wasn't thinking anything." Wooyoung smiles at him for a moment, eyes adamantly searching San's own as he feels himself get trapped within them. "Just. . . I'm just really thankful to have you like this. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"You're a shit." San laughs lightly, leaning back down and pressing a warm kiss against the male's forehead. "Why wouldn't you just say that?"

Wooyoung shrugs.

"Since when have you been all shy to me? Hm?"

"I'm not shy, Sannie. I'm feeling a little different lately, that's all."

"Different how?" San's tone is a near-murmur, concern flooding his eyes as the words travel through his mind, but Wooyoung is quick to reassure.

"Not like that, jagi. I still love you very much," Wooyoung hums, almost unable to keep himself from smiling. "I really haven't been able to feel like this in a long time, is all. Maybe ever, honestly."

San's brow pinches as he listens, and Wooyoung leans up to press a kiss between his brows, smoothing out the skin there. Wooyoung leans back into the bed, left hand dropping away from San's jaw as it curls beneath San's, tangling his fingers gently between the elder's. "I feel safe. I never knew what that felt like before you."

San suddenly leans away, hands rushing up to his eyes as he hid his face for a moment, leaving Wooyoung to sit up hurriedly with worry fluttering through his chest. San takes a breath and lets his hands drift back down, cheeks red and eyes suddenly brimmed with tears as he blinks them away and looks down at Wooyoung.

"Sorry. I'm fine, I'm okay–" San rushes to say, waving his hands dismissively. "It hurts my heart to know that you didn't know what that felt like before. I really can't believe that you just said that."

"My parents never gave me any reason to feel that way." Wooyoung says quietly. "My self-worth has always been questioned because of how I was raised, but. . . none of that is important now."

"What do you mean?"

"Only thing that's important to me now is you. I don't want to dwell on my mother and my upbringing anymore. I want to leave all of that in the past so I can lead a new life." Wooyoung reaches for San's hands, looking down at them as he does so. "I want a happy life for once. One that is secure and loving, not filled with regret and longing for a freedom that I thought I couldn't have. Now that their grip on me is gone, I just feel so weightless. This feeling is so foreign that I didn't know how to express it in words a few minutes ago, but. . . I guess the proper way to say it is safe."

San turns to settle on the bed next to Wooyoung, pulling the younger towards him in a hug that starts warm and gentle, but San finds his arms tightening around the male with every passing second.

Wooyoung had a hard time acknowledging these feelings, and the fact that he did so without hesitating, without breaking; San felt himself grow empathetic at the words. He didn't know that he'd be so shaken by sudden words, but the fact that Wooyoung was making mental strides of progress every day unknowingly was the slightest bit overwhelming. San didn't know how much the younger was going through, let alone going through it alone without saying a word to anyone. He assumed it had to be because of everything that had happened last month, but even still San finds himself wanting to hold on to Wooyoung a little tighter, a little closer, afraid to ever let him go again.

"You mean the world to me." Wooyoung says softly, arms snaked around San's torso, breaths warm against San's skin as he rests within the crook between his neck and shoulder. "I can't tell you in words how grateful I am for you, Sannie."

"If you keep talking like that, I'm seriously going to cry." San chuckles quietly, feeling Wooyoung slightly laugh too. "You don't have to thank me. You just loving me is enough. It always has been enough."

"Then I'll show you how much I love you everyday." Wooyoung hums, pressing a kiss to San's neck.

"Hmm, in what way?" San teases, feeling Wooyoung's teeth graze over his skin.

"In whatever way you want me to." Wooyoung promises quietly, feeling San's arms disappear from his upper body and trail towards his waist, thumbs pressing small divots into his hips.

"Whatever I want?" San muses. "Is that so?"

"You can have me in whatever way you wanna, San'ah." Wooyoung breathes warm air against San's skin, preening when he eyes small goosebumps rise onto the elder's freshly kissed and bitten skin.

"How spoiled am I? Hm?" San leans away further, hand trailing up to press a finger beneath Wooyoung's chin, tilting the younger's head upwards when it leaves the crook of his neck. Wooyoung bites down on his lower lip, eyes lulled and cheeks red. San feels his stomach twirl with featherlight butterflies.

"You deserve to be spoiled." Wooyoung praises in a mutter, eyes full of hazed adoration that San just barely makes out beneath the flutter of the younger's eyelashes. In the midst of their standoff, Wooyoung's phone, which rested on his barren nightstand, began vibrating. Both males share a glance before looking over to the phone, San's hand then slowly begins to drop away from Wooyoung's chin. Wooyoung reaches for the phone, leaning over San's lap as his fingers grasp the edges of his device, pulling it towards him as the screen awakens to reveal an unknown caller ID. San eyes him worriedly, but Wooyoung doesn't seem fearful of the caller.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Jung Wooyoung?"

"Yes, speaking."

"Hi. This is the universities' financial aid student building calling. Is this a good time to chat?"

"Yes, yeah. Absolutely." Wooyoung's hand nervously searches for San's as he leans to sit back up straight again, biting the interior of his cheek as the female on the other line begins to speak.

"Well, we had gotten a report from Ms. Lee about searching for a grant for you, or some sort of scholarship. I do apologize for it taking so long, especially with the holidays and everything–"

"No, it's okay." Wooyoung tries to reassure politely, hearing the female on the other line hum.

"Thank you for your patience on that, Wooyoung. But, I am pleased to inform you that we found a grant supported by a local musician who couldn't seem to refuse your story. He agreed to support your funding through his grant with no outright cost to you within its terms."

Wooyoung could faint, cry, scream; anything. The feeling of freedom he felt before is now overwhelmed with relief. "Oh!"

"We can go over some more in person when classes resume, so please stop by the office some time within our hours next week."

"Of course. Absolutely!"

"Great. Again, thank you for your patience during all of this. We will see you next week, okay?"

"Yes, alright. Thank you." Wooyoung listens to the woman respond once more before ending the call, and he nearly drops his phone out of his hand.

"Well?" San asks expectantly, gaze hopeful as he eyes Wooyoung with a slowly curving smile.

"They found a grant." Wooyoung says incredulously, gaze drifting away from the floor and towards the male, a look of shock coating his expression. "I'm staying. I'm a dance major again. I'm not leaving, San'ah!"

"Oh my god–" San breathes, both males stuck in looking at one another, almost too stunned to move or say anything. Wooyoung tosses his phone carefully back onto the nightstand, leaning back to his spot as he rests there, blinking into the thought that all of this was real. He wasn't imagining any of it. He was here and he was present; this was his reality.

Wooyoung's eyes shoot up, hands reaching to cup the sides of San's jaw. Words are caught on his tongue, stuck in a haze of confusion of where to place his emotions. He was happy, elated really, almost wanting to cry at how purely relieved he felt. He knows San is waiting for him to say something as he looks at him, eyes wandering across his face. He wants to say I'm so thankful for you or something along the lines of that, but he settles for something unexpected. "I don't have to leave you here."

San raises a brow at him, but Wooyoung smiles and shakes his head. "Sorry, that's not exactly what I meant. I meant to say that I don't have to move home and abandon you here. I don't have to leave our relationship behind to go suffer with my parents. I can finally just fucking have you. I can have the life that I want."

"I knew you would be able to." San says calmly, but Wooyoung can tell that he felt relieved too.

"I love you." Wooyoung leans closer, stealing a few kisses before leaning away, finally allowing the elder a chance to reply.

"I love you most." He affirms, watching Wooyoung smirk.

"That's my line."

"Too bad." San leans closer, hand raising to rest on the back of Wooyoung's neck, lips brushing up against the younger's teasingly, smiling all the same. Wooyoung bites into his lower lip gently, tugging at the flesh between his teeth as he leans even closer. "Remember how you said I could get anything I wanted?"

"Of course." Wooyoung's eyes lull, gaze solely focused on San's lips now.

"Now that I have you all to myself–" San hums quietly, his opposite hand moving to rest on the interior of Wooyoung's thigh. "I want you so bad."

"Right here?" Wooyoung teases. "Right now?"

San nods, completely drunk of the fire burning in his stomach.

Wooyoung leans closer, kissing San's bottom lip just barely, then leaning out of reach when the elder chases after the ghost-like kiss. Wooyoung preens with anticipation, voice a hushed murmur when he speaks a quiet plea against the elder's lips. "Then have me, San'ah."

Wooyoung is quick to shift the way he's sitting, moving over to settle onto San's lap with his legs easily straddling the male as he has many times before. Wooyoung wouldn't admit how much he liked sitting like this, feeling like he had an ounce of control over the elder, not that he minded being controlled rather than having control. San takes it all in stride, hands finding Wooyoung's thighs with a gentle squeeze as the younger settles on his lap, lips quickly chasing after Wooyoung's as he presses kiss after kiss to his lips. Wooyoung groans into his mouth, hands searching and trailing down San's chest as he reaches for the male's belt.

San leans back slightly, trapping Wooyoung in a series of hungry kisses that turn sloppy and rushed the longer it takes for the males to feel any type of friction. Wooyoung finally gets the belt free of it's loops and metal, sliding it apart as he tugs the zipper down, slowly moving to his feet as he tugs San's jeans down his thighs and knees, pulling harder as they breeze past his calves and collide with the floor. Wooyoung kneads at the flesh of San's thighs, leaning down to press a kiss to his bare skin, inching closer and closer towards his pelvis.

"Young'ah–" San breathes, hand moving to thread through Wooyoung's long black hair.

Wooyoung looks up at him, lips keen with a smile, fingers curling into the hem of San's dark blue boxers. "Tell me what you want, jagiya."

"Touch me." San pleads, and Wooyoung doesn't bother to hesitate.

"Anything you want." He promises, fingers pulling down the elastic cotton still stuck to San's waist and pelvis. It's not long before Wooyoung is leaning down, kissing and biting the interior of San's thighs as he slowly makes his way towards the flesh between the elder's legs. A warm stripe is licked upwards, sending San's head tilting back, a quiet breath sinking past his parted lips.

San lets Wooyoung have his way, carefully allowing himself to melt into the pleasure that coats his skin in a current that's nearly electric. His hand curls into Wooyoung's hair tighter, blinking down the moment he cranes his head back upright to look down at Wooyoung, a dopey smile curled on his lips as his head tilts back again with a bated breath. He's tipping over the edge, feeling familiar knots curl in his abdomen without warning, but before he can feel anything else, Wooyoung pulls away from him with a huff. San tilts forward to look at him out of concern, but his face flushes at the words that tumble from Wooyoung's lips.

"I need you." Wooyoung pleads, watching San's chest rise and fall as he rushes to catch his breath. San wordlessly nods, waving a hand as he coaxes Wooyoung to his feet, switching the way they were resting so that Wooyoung laid beneath him with his legs draped around San's planted knees.

Wooyoung's hand reaches into his bag that was on the floor nearby, pulling San's usual supplies from an exterior pocket, handing them over with a mischievous grin. San doesn't bother to ask questions as to why his stash was in Wooyoung's bag, and instead takes each item from the male, resting them down on the bed nearby. San's hands quickly move to then undress the younger, pulling his pants down hurriedly, feeling Wooyoung try to help despite his ministrations. Wooyoung then sheds himself of his shirt, tossing it away off the edge of the bed as San follows suit.

San leans down, pressing kiss after kiss to Wooyoung's throat, teeth catching skin between them as he bites and sucks, leaving bruises to trail down his neck towards his collar bones. Wooyoung groans audibly, back slightly arched with a hand threaded through San's hair, tugging in an effort to ground himself as he feels a fire burn in his abdomen.

"Please have me." Wooyoung breathes, fingers curling tighter.

"Anything for you." San coos with a quiet hum, sneaking a kiss to the younger's lips before reaching for the bottle to his left. Wooyoung waits patiently, listening to San rummage about before feeling familiar fingers gently press into him.

Wooyoung's eyes flutter shut as San moves his fingers slowly, curling with every forward movement in a way he knew the younger loved. Wooyoung's head tilts back, unable to remain still as San moves inside of him.

"Fuck." Wooyoung breathes under his breath, feeling San's lips plant themselves to his naked torso. San grins against Wooyoung's skin when the younger tries to hide his noises, likely out of the sake of their friends next door remaining oblivious to their sinful acts just beyond their shared wall.

"I can't wait to live alone with you," San muses, kissing his collar bone. "Then you can be as loud as you want to be, jagi."

"You like my noises, Sannie?" Wooyoung says breathily, trying his best to stay coherent enough to tease the elder with the same amount of energy as he did onto him, but San adds another into him, and all composure is lost. Wooyoung groans again, teeth hurriedly biting down into his swollen bottom lip, forehead dappled in beads of sweat. San leans up, kissing the younger's jaw twice before smiling down at him.

"You know the answer to that, Young'ah–" San hums, his free hand traveling to Wooyoung's waist to squeeze the flesh he comes into contact with. "You always sound so pretty for me."

"Need you to– to say it." Wooyoung mutters, smirking when San's eyes move upwards to look at him.

San can't lie. He really likes brazen Wooyoung, especially a lust-driven, brat version of himself. This command, or this urge to hear San admit to something drives more added gasoline to their fire, nearly ready to engulf the both of them in a wildfire. "I love your noises, jagi."

"I know you do." Wooyoung huffs a laugh, chest heaving up and down as he races to catch his breath. San retracts his fingers, reaching for the packet sitting near his planted knee. Wooyoung watches hungrily, curious; tongue soaked in saliva as he drowns in anticipation.

Time stills as San takes what feels like all the time in the world to prepare the both of them, leaning back down, pressing two warm kisses against the younger's cheek, hand sinking between both of them until Wooyoung feels the break of an intrusion.

Wooyoung feels on another plane of existence now, hips arching upwards to meet San's, lost in the feeling of bliss that simmers in his core. San is quick to set a pace that is neither slow nor fast, somewhere in between, sending Wooyoung spiraling with desire that he can't seem to rid himself of. He's selfish in wanting more, craving everything he can draw out of San like a moth to a flame. He needs more.

San latches his teeth to Wooyoung's throat, nipping at the pulse lingering an inch away, listening to the quiet noises that leave the younger's parted lips as he continues to grind into him. Wooyoung is quick to reach his hand under San's, lacing their fingers together in a tight hold by the side of his head, feeling as San begins to snap his hips harder.

"God, San'ah–" Wooyoung manages to breathe, a groan cutting off his words as San bites down on his throat again. San uses his free hand to hike Wooyoung's right thigh upwards, heel digging into his lower back as he moves closer, hip to hip, overwhelmed by a surging desire to ruin him (lovingly, of course).

San really didn't care about the paper-thin walls any longer, giving in to the aching desire that builds the longer he presses into Wooyoung like this. But, he also feels himself drawing closer to a plateau, nearing his end faster than he ever really has. Spurred on by lust, San continues his pace, but instead plants his lips against Wooyoung's, stealing his breath and silencing his noises.

Wooyoung melts into the kiss, mind racing a million miles an hour as he feels everything that San wills to give him. Between the cooling kisses on his flushed skin, the longing kisses placed against his lips and the urgent snaps of San's hips against his; he feels closer to his end than he ever has. He was giving in, not wanting to delay the bliss that follows, allowing himself to submerge into a state of euphoric peace, tilting over the edge after three more snaps from San's hips.

It came without warning, suddenly onset with a rushed wave of calamity sinking into his pores as his head tilts back, lips ripping away from San's momentarily as he rushes to inhale a shaky breath. San's head tilts down, forehead pressed against the younger's shoulder, sweat covering their skin equally as San wills to draw his end closer.

"Use me." Wooyoung murmurs, his once lax grip on San's hand suddenly tightening again, pressing his heel back into San's lower back. "Be good for me, San'ah."

San gives in, easily climbing higher and higher when Wooyoung's free hand threads through his hair and tugs, moving mountains inside of his stomach as he edges closer until it feels nearly impossible to ignore. One last snap of his hips drives his lips into seeking refuge with Wooyoung's, all of the noises in San's throat dying with the heat of the kiss, feeling as the younger's leg drops down to the bed and his hand falls away from his hair.

San doesn't know how long they both lay there, seeking out one another, languidly slotting their lips lazily as they both crawl back to reality from their euphoric climb into the clouds. San parts away first, hand reaching up to move strands of hair out of Wooyoung's eyes. San looks down at him for a moment, taking in the pure sight of the male beneath him. Wooyoung's skin was flushed, face covered in beads of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead and eyes completely blown out with lust and exhaustion, but San thought that he never looked more beautiful than he did right then.

He kisses him one more time, then leaning away to press two kisses to the male's forehead. "I love you. I'll be right back."

Wooyoung squeezes his hand, eyes following San's every movement as he pulls away and starts to get off of the bed. "I love you more."

Wooyoung hears the bathroom door shut as he lays there, arm slung over his eyes as he simply just tries to recover from all that had just happened. Something about the encounter felt different; but he's not sure that he can place his finger onto what. But he smiles like an idiot anyways, quietly laughing at himself with his chest swimming in something close to love-sickened stupor.

The bathroom door re-opens after a minute and San walks back over to the bed, bending at the waist to reach for his pants after handing Wooyoung a damp rag. Wooyoung sits upright, cleaning off his abdomen and moving to get off of the bed to deal with the now-dirty rag, but San takes it from his grasp and kisses his forehead. "I got it."

Wooyoung smiles at him, watching the male walk away to rinse off the rag again before placing it within the laundry tote near Wooyoung's closet.

"What were you laughing about?" San asks as he rounds the corner, hands moving to set his jeans down on Wooyoung's desk chair, leaving just his boxers glued to his waist.

"You heard me laugh?" Wooyoung amusingly asks, ears slightly reddened.

"Kind of," San smiles, sitting down on the bed next to Wooyoung as the younger leans down to grab his own pants and boxers.

"I don't know. I'm just happy, I guess." Wooyoung stands up as he pulls his boxers and joggers over his legs. "I just feel so. . . unbothered for the first time in my life. Like, I have no worries and no stress. I'm just existing for once."

"So you're relieved?" San asks as Wooyoung sits back down.

"I'm beyond relieved." Wooyoung corrects lightly, a small smile tuned to his lips. "I'm just happy I'm right here and that you're right here, too."

"It's where I'm meant to be." San admits, searching Wooyoung's tired gaze for a moment. "I don't want to be anywhere else."

"I don't want to be anywhere either, Sannie." Wooyoung smiles with a quiet hum, head slightly tilted, hair just barely falling in front of his gaze.

"You're so pretty." San says saccharine sweet, making Wooyoung's heart melt into a puddle. The younger male bites his lip, eyes rolling and gaze moving away, hands rising to cover his flushing skin.

"You're flustering me again!" Wooyoung laughs, leaning away with quiet giggles.

"It's my job." San laughs, arms reaching to grab Wooyoung's shoulders to keep him from moving any further away. Wooyoung's hands drop away, reaching beneath San's grasp to lock their hands together, leaning back to close the distance between them, locked hands falling into their collective laps.

"I love you." Wooyoung smiles, leaning close enough to brush his nose against San's, eyes lulled.

"I love you endlessly." San responds quietly, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

Wooyoung thought he felt safe months ago, but he truly had no idea what the term safe meant back then. But here, finally in the allowance to continue his studies with the security of a deep and passionate relationship with close friends nearby, Wooyoung now can admit to how truly safe he feels.

He relishes in it, if only for a moment, finally allowing all of the worry to leave his chest to leave his mind truly vacant for the first time in years.