❝wooyoung,❞ san whispered from across the room. ❝what.❞ wooyoung said not really paying much attention as his attention was to the video games he was playing. san bit his lip, ❝uh c-can you come?❞

❝san i'm busy.❞ wooyoung said. san scoffed, he gets that wooyoung is playing with a friend but he wanted his attention.

❝wooyoung,❞ he called out once more. he was frustrated, but he won't say what he was frustrated on. san frowned, wooyoung was just there still playing, unbothered.

suddenly an idea came to sans mind. he got up from bed and walked to wooyoung where he was playing on his laptop in headphones talking with his friends. san wasn't sure if it was a good idea. san sighed then played with wooyoung's hair. the other male looked up at san, but didn't say anything.

san took a deep breath he was nervous. he sat on wooyoungs laps and wooyoung raised an eyebrow, ❝you need something?❞ he asked looking at the screen, still playing. san brought his hand from his cheeks down to his chest making wooyoung look at san quickly.

san smiled inside, wooyoung wasn't refusing so he continued. he lifted wooyoungs shirt from underneath. wooyoung spoke up, ❝hey uh dude imma play with you later i gotta go.❞ ❝alright bye.❞ he ended the call and game.

san was nervous as fuck. what was he thinking. ❝san,❞ he said which made san scared as hell. he was putting his hand through my hair. ❝i need you.❞ san whispered with red cheeks.

wooyoung smiled, ❝oh really?❞ san nodded embarrassed. wooyoung brought his lips to sans. san sped up the kiss he was so needy for wooyoung he was upset, he promised himself to not be too attached to wooyoung in this trip.

what a lie he had said to himself. san brought his lips down to wooyoungs neck. ❝woah san,❞ wooyoung said suprised that the male was acting like this. wooyoung began to kiss him again this time wooyoung started pecking ❝wooyoung, c-can you,❞ he sighed, ❝uhm give me hickeys?❞ he said.

❝is this the same san i was talking to a while ago?❞ wooyoung said chuckling. ❝shut up.❞ san mumbled. wooyoung bit down on sans neck creating a red mark that'll soon be purple. san breathed heavily. ❝san you literally are sexually frustrated it's very obvious,❞ wooyoung laughed. san pushed wooyoung lightly.

he didn't know what got into him but he began to unbuttoning wooyoungs shirt. ❝san,❞ wooyoung called. san ignoring, continued to take off his shirt and touch his chest. ❝san,❞ wooyoung firmly said. it made san immediately stop, when wooyoung is serious he's not playing.

❝are you sure about this san?❞ san bit his lip and then he remembered the deal he did with himself. ❝i-i g-gotta go.❞ he said getting off of wooyoung, leaving him confused. he went to put his shoes on and went outside to get fresh air.

❝san, remember what you've said. don't get close again with wooyoung,❞ he said to himself, ❝you're only going to hurt yourself worse.❞ he whispered about to let a tear down.