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“Dinner later?” Wooyoung asks. The morning light is blinding, but it makes Wooyoung look like an angel. “I was gonna make chicken.” His soft black hair falls past his eyes, and San stops to brush it away. Wooyoung looks up at him, pupils dilated.
“That sounds great, Young-ah,” San says. He keeps walking like his heart isn’t in his throat. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”
Wooyoung’s lips curl into a devilish smile. “Only if I get to pick.” Their shoulders touch and it’s electric. Wooyoung must know he has San wrapped around his finger.
San swallows thickly. “Anything you want, Woo-ya.”
(or, choi san faces off against the inevitable—falling for his sweet, pretty roommate and best friend.)
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“Just relax, Youngie.”
Wooyoung grits his teeth and looks up at the ceiling. It’s hard to relax when he’s willing himself not to cum on the spot. San’s hand is right above his stomach and the sight makes him dizzy.
They’ve seen each other shirtless, nearly naked plenty of times. But this is different. San’s never been this close, has never had his big hands so close to Wooyoung's dick. He’s achingly gentle, which is a blessing and a curse.
(or, wooyoung is completely normal about san giving him his first tattoo.)
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Wooyoung kisses San’s cheeks, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. He kisses San like he’s trying to remind himself what the other man tastes like. “So you did get muscular,” he says softly.
San smiles. He’s definitely proud of himself. “You didn’t believe me?” Even with a healing cut on his lip and calloused hands, San is devastatingly soft.
“Of course I believed you,” Wooyoung whispers. His nose brushes against San’s cheek. “I just wanted to see for myself.”
(or, it's september when wooyoung's lover finally returns from war.)
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Wooyoung hums the Final Countdown and slips on his glossy black shoes. “I’ll see you out there, Sannie,” he says. San never lets him leave without a kiss.
When he leaves, San wills his heart to stop racing and his cock to stop throbbing. The scent of Wooyoung’s cologne clouds his mind and San feels like he’s taken an upper. It sticks to his brain like plastic film and all he can think about is Wooyoung.
He pictures the other boy on his knees for him, on top of him. He needs to be inside him—beside him.
“Dancers on in three.” His pager beeps in his pocket. San swallows down the want in his chest and walks out of the dressing room, hiding the problem in his pants.
(or, wooyoung debuts a new hairstyle during his tour. san likes it too much.)
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The other man goes quiet. San blinks like he’s got something in his eyes, and he swallows thickly. “Sorry,” he says. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”
Wooyoung wants to trace lines into his broad chest. He hums softly. “Don’t tell me you flirt with all your clients.”
San shakes his head. “Just you.”
Wooyoung smiles. He resists the urge to pinch San’s cheek. “We’re gonna get along just fine, San-ah.”
(or, wooyoung falls face-first for his new bodyguard.)