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There are a few things San knows and a few he doesn’t.
He knows: Wooyoung is stunning in black, so much that San is starting to reconsider his opinions on his favorite hair colors. Wooyoung is also warm and it feels great, even though the room is rather stuffy, despite the open window. Wooyoung’s lips aren’t as soft as they look but kissing him lights fireworks in San’s stomach anyway.
And then there are the things he doesn’t know. Like how did they end up here? Wrapped around each other, warm and kissing. How much did they have to drink?
Most importantly - what will this feel like in the morning?
“You’re thinking too loud,” Wooyoung mumbles, turning in San’s arms, lips moving to his neck instead.
“I was just thinking about tomorrow,” San sighs with a lot less conviction than he meant to. Another thing he knows: Wooyoung has always been great at finding his soft spots.
Wooyung laughs, a puff of breath against San’s skin. “Stop. It’ll be fine. Haven’t you thought about this before?”
Has he? If San were sober, this would definitely go in the “don’t know” category. But he’s not and Wooyoung is warm.
“I have,” he admits, pulling Wooyoung a tad bit closer.
“I have too,” Wooyoung whispers against his lips and he’s stunning, all of him, but his smile this close steals San’s breath away. “So don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out. Now kiss me.”
San laughs at the whine threaded through the words. He complies before Wooyoung has a chance to be annoying about it.