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San was mid-email when an envelope was tossed onto his keyboard.
“Guess who just got invited to their high school reunion,” Yunho sing-songed. San looked up at him just to give him an exaggerated frown before he moved the envelope to finish his email to his students and their parents that, yes, their end of the year project was, in fact, still due at the end of the year.
“Guess who isn’t going to their high school reunion,” San responded, finally giving Yunho his full attention. Yunho smiled and sat on his desk, ignoring the way it groaned with his weight.
“I don’t know, because you are definitely going,” Yunho said. San shook his head. He hated high school‒hated it even more in hindsight than he actually did while there. He didn’t really care to be around anyone he went to school with more than he already had to. “You know why? Because your One That Got Away is going to be there.”
San leaned back on his chair, twisting it side to side.
“How do you know he’s going to be there?”
Yunho smiled in a way that San really wished was reserved for things like cupcakes in the teacher’s lounge and long weekends‒overly excited and eager to infect San with it. It usually worked, unfortunately.
“Yeosang-ah personally brought me our invitations, said he couldn’t find your address or any social media which was straight up bullshit, he just wanted to see me,” Yunho said, ignoring San’s laugh of disbelief, “And you know those two are best friends. He’s gonna be there and you’re going to finally do something about it.”
San thought about how it would feel to see Wooyoung again after all these years. While he still saw a decent amount of people from school around town and as the parents of some of his students, Wooyoung hadn’t been one of them. He was a dancer and he took jobs that had him traveling to beautiful places, memorializing them on his Instagram. San hadn’t seen even a glimpse of him outside of his phone screen since graduation when Wooyoung had called out to him before he could leave, stared at him for ten long seconds, and then said that he would see him around before running back to Yeosang.
San never saw him around.
“Do something about what? It was just a stupid teenage crush,” San said.
“ Yeah, one that you’re still harboring because you never got closure,” Yunho pointed out, lightly kicking his chair, “You need to get closure so you can finally stop thinking about the what-ifs.”
“Yunho, seriously, it’s not even like that.”
“Oh, so you I didn’t see you staring at a picture of him doing yoga in front of a mountain, like, a week ago?”
“It was scenic!”
“Yeah, I’m sure his ass was really scenic in those biker shorts,” Yunho scoffed, “Just admit you’re still into him.”
San groaned, letting his head fall back as he pouted at the ceiling. The real admission was much more complicated than that. They hadn’t seen each other in a decade, he didn’t even know who Wooyoung was anymore as a person outside of what he posted online. But Wooyoung had always been larger than life. He was beautiful and friendly and affectionate and flirtatious throughout all of high school. He collected friends like a never-ending stage of pokemon cards. He was addictive to everyone that encountered him and San was very sure that that hadn’t changed.
And San surely wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
“There is no way he’s single,” San countered. He couldn’t imagine a situation where men and women alike weren’t throwing themselves at his feet.
“So what? Flirt a little, buy him a drink, ask him out. See what happens, you never know.”
The idea alone scared the shit out of San.
“Okay, even if he is single, no way he’d be into me,” San insisted. Yunho rolled his eyes with his whole body before grabbing San’s face and squishing his cheeks together.
“San, listen to me,” Yunho said, “You’re hot and smart and nice and funny. You have an adorable smile, but your shoulder to waist ratio is obscene and your biceps are the size of my head. You’re the whole package. If I didn’t plan on wooing and railing Yeosang-ah until we're old and gray, I’d be all over you.”
San raised an eyebrow and through his squished cheeks asked, “No homo?”
“Full homo, Choi San. Full. Homo,” Yunho insisted, bumping his head into San’s before finally letting him go, “What happened to your confidence? We’ve been working on that and you’ve been doing so well.”
San rubbed his cheeks, purposely pouting to keep from smiling. Yunho truly was infectious.
“I don’t know,” San admitted, “It’s like when I think about Wooyoung, I feel like that lame kid who couldn’t even get a date to the dance. He’s just… so out of my fucking league, Yunho.”
“Nope, shut up, no one is out of your league. Not then, not now. You are one of my best friends in the entire world and you’re amazing and if he can’t see that, then you really need to get over him. But you won’t know until you try,” Yunho pressed. San could feel his resolve waning.
“I just really don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him.”
“Okay, how about this? If he shows up with a date, don’t even worry about it. But if he’s alone and single, you just have to have at least one drink with him and I’ll buy you lunch for two weeks,” Yunho offered.
San thought of Wooyoung’s lithe frame in yoga poses, in dancing videos, and doubled over in shrieking laughter that used to echo through the hallways and straight into San’s heart. The way everyone thought he was plain and boring for so long; the way no one had ever used those words to describe Wooyoung in his life. Wooyoung traveled as a performer and San lived on a teacher’s salary. Wooyoung was everything and San was just San.
San didn’t have a chance in hell.
“Three weeks.”
“Deal.”
* * *
Small towns were full of gossip‒it was a simple fact.
By the time San had finished his very first year of school at the age of six, nearly every parent of his peers had labeled him as sensitive. He had a particularly distinct memory of his teacher having a talk with his mother about his sensitivities made the other boys not want to play with him and that maybe they should work on that at home. He also remembered his mom going off on her for it, but that didn’t really change the fact that it had been said and it stuck with him.
Throughout all of elementary school he’d been avoided by most boys outside of Yunho who had found him crying inside a playground tunnel one day and decided that he would hold his hand when he cried. That didn’t exactly help the way adults‒and by extension, their children‒spoke about him, but it helped him feel less lonely especially when the teachers spoke about him the same way. It all ended up being the main reason he’d turned out a teacher in the first place‒to give kids anything but that.
Once he entered high school, though, things changed for a lot of reasons. He got a bit taller and had learned how to better blend into the background, becoming as uninteresting as possible so people wouldn’t even bother with him. Sure, it didn’t stop girls from coming up to him and asking if he was gay and then giggling and running away before he could answer or even come to a conclusion on his own, but it was something. However, with high school came Jung Wooyoung.
Jung Wooyoung was wildly popular from the very first date he entered the school doors and he was flamboyant in a way that San couldn’t quite wrap his head around at first. He’d spent his life trying to get by so he could find himself later, when he was free to do so, and here was Wooyoung, fourteen and already knowing what he wanted. He was loud and he was proud and he was bisexual and he was sure to let everyone know if they asked. He called attention to himself, both good and bad, and thrived off it. San only shared one class with him, but within a few months he went from being shocked by Wooyoung to being head over heels.
San spent most of high school watching Wooyoung from afar, marveling at him with both envy and desire in ways that were too complicated for him then and now. He didn’t get how one boy who he hadn’t even spoken to could be the subject of so many of his thoughts. He was unreal, untouchable, and San couldn’t even feel jealous when he went on dates and had girlfriends and even the occasional boyfriend‒he understood completely, who wouldn’t want him?
Then one day in their final year of high school, they had one final shared class, and when the teacher told them to pick their partners for their final project of their high school career, San nearly had a premature stroke when Wooyoung raised his hand as high as he could and said San’s name. It had been exhilarating and he remembered him and Yunho screaming and jumping around in celebration that the Jung Wooyoung knew San’s name. The last month of high school was spent with Wooyoung’s attention for that hour length of time, solidifying a lifelong infatuation each time he leaned over and whispered a joke in San’s ear. It completely made up for any kind of gossip that came with it.
And yet, when San walked into his 10 year reunion in the party room of a local hotel, the familiar feeling of being small and sensitive and no one clawed at him again.
“I can feel you stressing, calm down,” Yunho said, putting a hand on his shoulder and leading him to the bar, “You’re going to do great.”
“Yeah, well, can you blame me?” San sighed.
“I’d hold your hand for old time’s sake, but I don’t think your future husband would like that.”
“Oh my god.”
San heard Wooyoung before he saw him, a laugh piercing through the air. He took a shaky breath to prepare himself before he looked over his shoulder to where Wooyoung was basically falling over with his laughter, throwing himself onto Yeosang who seemed used to the weight. It was a little overwhelming to be in the same room as him again.
“It doesn’t look like he has a date,” Yunho pointed out.
San practically grabbed the drink from the bartender’s hand and downed half of it, focusing on the burn in his throat instead of the anxiety that was coursing through him. Honestly, the people around him didn’t bother him as much as he thought they would. His years of effort had mostly paid off and he didn’t really care what they thought anymore.
He did, however, care a lot what Wooyoung thought and there was no small chance that Wooyoung didn’t even remember his name.
“Now, remember that confident San that danced until 2am and made out with a guy he didn’t even learn the name of?” Yunho asked. San cringed slightly but nodded his head. “Let’s channel that guy again. Confidence is sexy. You can do this.”
“I can do this.”
“Yunho!”
They both turned to see Yeosang nearing them, a smile on his face. He had always been pretty, but he'd somehow gotten blindingly so over the years. San very distinctly remembered a time where Yeosang and Wooyoung had dated for all of two months and it had induced more than a handful of dirty dreams for San that he'd take to his grave.
"You look good," Yunho told him, kissing his cheek as he tugged him in for a side hug and San refrained from rolling his eyes.
"Thanks," Yeosang said, eyes settling on San so quickly it was like he didn't even register Yunho's compliment in his brain, "San-ah! I’m so glad you came.”
San had never spoken to Yeosang in his life. Standing awkwardly next to Yunho while he flirted with him with no success did not count.
“Oh, um, yeah, no problem,” San said, shifting awkwardly in his seat at the unexpected attention. This was Wooyoung’s best friend, seemingly the only person from high school that Wooyoung still spoke with if his social media was anything to go by, which meant he should probably try to make a good impression. Easier said than done.
“Do you mind if I steal Yunho? I need his long arms and legs,” Yeosang asked. San blinked a couple times and looked up to Yunho who was doing the most blatant puppy eyes he’d ever seen.
“Yeah, for sure. I think he’d love that,” San said. And maybe Yunho’s puppy eyes shifted to something with murderous intent, but Yeosang laughed and it seemed to make San feel a little better about the deal he’d made with Yunho.
“Thanks!” Yeosang said and all but dragged Yunho away by the sleeve.
Without them blocking his view, San got a nice view of Wooyoung again. He was pretty much the same as he was in high school other than his face slimming out with adulthood and growing a bit of muscle. He was dressed in all black, just simple slacks and blazer and a button up with a liberal amount of them unbuttoned. His hair was pushed back and he was tanned with a gorgeous, warm tone that was surely from his last trip. He looked good. He had always looked good.
It had been a decade and San was a completely different person now and yet he still wanted him like he’d never wanted anyone in his entire life.
“Fuck it,” San said, downing the rest of his drink before getting up and making his way towards Wooyoung.
Worst case scenario, Wooyoung didn’t remember him and was also in a relationship and San could go home early.
“Hey,” San said as he stepped up to Wooyoung, trying not to feel awkward about just butting into the conversation, “I don’t know if you remember me, but‒”
“Sannie!” Wooyoung said, his whole face lighting up in a way San barely knew how to accept was for him. Wooyoung’s arms were thrown around his neck, pulling him into a hug. San hugged back and tried not to seem too shocked. “Look at you! Holy shit, you turned into a whole man.”
Wooyoung let out of the hug just to run his hands over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing at his biceps with an impressed look. San was going to explode, actually.
“Thank you,” San said slowly. Wooyoung smiled so big his eyes turned into crescents and all of his teeth were on display.
“Come on, let’s catch up.”
“I don’t wanna take you away from‒”
“Nope, it’s San and Wooyoung time,” he said simply. He grabbed San’s hand and led him to the bar.
He grabbed San’s hand.
Wooyoung. Grabbed. His. Hand.
They sat at the bar and Wooyoung got them each a drink as they sat down, turning his full body to San which just felt a little too much like a dream. This whole thing did. He didn’t understand how Wooyoung even remembered him when he was so boring and they barely even knew each other.
“So, Choi San, what have you been up to other than getting ridiculously hot?” Wooyoung asked. San swallowed harshly and took a sip from his drink to keep himself from being too obviously flustered.
“I teach third grade, Yunho and I teach at the same school,” San explained. Wooyoung bumped their knees together, still grinning in that way that was going to make San fall off his chair.
“I can see it. You were always so sweet and patient,” Wooyoung said. San took a shaky breath, scratching his cheek. What the hell was going on. “I’m doing a lot of stuff, I guess. Dancing, modeling, theatre. A little bit of everything.”
“Yeah, I see your posts. You go to a lot of really beautiful places, that must be so fun.”
“It is, yeah,” Wooyoung said, tilting his head, “But you don’t follow me. I would know if Choi San followed me.”
San was growing warmer by the second and it wasn’t the alcohol. “Oh, um…”
“It’s okay, Sannie,” Wooyoung laughed, “But you’ll follow me now, right? So I can follow you back?”
“Okay,” San agreed, nodding. Wooyoung bumped their knees together again. As much as it was overwhelming, it also made him feel like he wasn’t a burden to him. Maybe Wooyoung really did want to talk with him. Maybe Wooyoung had been thinking about him over the years too. “I’m glad you’ve kept dancing. A lot of people give up that kinda thing when they graduate because society tells us to be practical, so I’m really glad you didn’t listen.”
“Thank you, I tried really hard to ignore all that. A lot of people talk, especially in a town like this, you know?”
“Yeah,” San agreed, “I know.”
“You didn’t give up singing, right? You always had such a beautiful voice,” Wooyoung said. San shrugged slightly, modest as he could be about the one thing he’d never been modest about. Choir had been the one place in high school that he didn’t feel like he needed to hide. He knew he was talented in that, at least.
“I lead the choir at our school and give singing lessons for extra money. Maybe not like what you’re doing, but‒”
“Shut up, that’s so important though. What big singer doesn’t have a music teacher they accredit everything to? You might be inspiring the next IU or something,” Wooyoung insisted. San rolled his eyes, knocking his knee into Wooyoung’s this time which just encouraged Wooyung to lean closer. He put his hand on his thigh and San held his breath. “I’m glad you’re doing well, San.”
“Me too,” San breathed, blinking twice before he realized what he’d said, “I-I mean, I’m glad that you’re‒”
“I know what you meant,” Wooyoung laughed, squeezing his thigh before letting go.
It was all too easy to fall into conversation with Wooyoung. It reminded him of doing that project with him where they’d get off topic all the time, only this time it was much worse because they didn’t have to even pretend to be focused on school work. He could just be openly focused on Wooyoung.
They talked and laughed, catching up and reminiscing. Wooyoung told him about stories on the road, horror stories of wardrobe malfunctions and getting injured on stage which is how he got into yoga. San told him of overwhelming students and an irritating school system, of writing letters to the school board to try to change things and taking out his frustration in the gym with Yunho’s friend Mingi when every concern he had was ignored. Wooyoung actually seemed interested in what he had to say and the back and forth came more naturally than it had any right to.
San would have to buy Yunho lunch for pushing him to do this instead.
“Remember that time we got kicked out of the library? I felt so bad, I thought you were going to cry,” Wooyoung reminded him. San pouted.
“I have never been kicked out of anywhere in my life! Mrs. Matthews looked so disappointed in me.”
“You literally got on the ground and bowed to her in apology. I had to pick you off the floor.”
“I just said she was disappointed in me, what else was I supposed to do?”
“Not that!” Wooyoung laughed, “God, you were so cute.”
“I was not,” San insisted. Wooyoung reached forward to pinch his cheek.
“You were,” he promised, dropping his hand. He propped his chin in his palm and just stared at San for a moment with those warm eyes. San truly didn’t think it could be better than this. “This is kind of embarrassing, but I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”
And San was proven wrong. It could get better.
“Huh?” he asked, eyes wide in shock. He thought of how much his high school self would’ve killed to hear that. Wooyoung laughed, turning his head away as he took the final sip of his drink that he’d been nursing through their whole conversation. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, but we were polar opposites and I was scared you thought I was annoying, so I never said anything,” Wooyoung said, scratching the back of his head. San slowly tried to reorient all of his high school memories through the lens of Wooyoung liking him back and failed.
But, truly, any semblance of chill he had went out the fucking window at those words.
“I had a crush on you too,” San offered, “Probably from the moment I saw you and I couldn’t ever get the courage to talk to you. Honestly, the whole reason I’m here tonight was to see you again.”
Wooyoung smiled, genuine and San tried to ignore the way his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. None of this felt real.
“San-ah, I fully planned to embarrass myself in front of you tonight and get trashed, so I have a room upstairs,” Wooyoung said, already in the process of sliding off his stool, “But I’m not drunk and neither are you, right?”
“Nope, only had a drink and a half,” San said, “Do you want to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
There was something surreal about Wooyoung grabbing his hand and leading him out of the party room. Once they got into the lobby, Wooyoung picked up speed and San followed suit, giggles slowly starting to spill out of them as they ended up nearly sprinting into an empty elevator. Wooyoung pressed the button to his floor and stepped into San’s space, chest to chest.
“Yeosangie said I had to come because I kept dwelling on what could’ve been if I said something to you at graduation,” Wooyoung said, hands sliding down the length of San’s arms to lead his hands to his hips. San let his hands settle there, his thumbs mindlessly sliding into belt loops as he tugged him even closer. Wooyoung smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“Yunho said the same to me,” San told him, “If I didn’t know any better, I think they set us up.”
“Considering I’m bringing you to my room right now, I can’t say I’m mad.”
San was smiling so much his cheeks hurt. He still wasn’t entirely sure this wasn’t just an elaborate dream. They led such wildly different lifes, he didn’t really understand what appeal Wooyoung would really see in him. But here he was.
“I’m so happy that it’s still so easy to talk to you,” Wooyoung said, pulling him until their foreheads met. San could feel his breath and their noses bumped. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve this, but he planned to be thankful for the rest of his life. “I hate small talk and everyone else here just has the same three things to say.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t find me boring,” San mused, nudging his nose and moving to where their lips were so close they were almost touching, “I think this might be the best day of my life.”
“Why?” Wooyoung asked, but he was smiling like he already knew.
San didn’t get to answer, though, as the elevator doors opened and Wooyoung just grabbed him and pulled him down the hall. San couldn’t wait to tell Yunho even though he was sure it would just be a series of ‘I told you so’ s. He didn’t care. Wooyoung liked him.
They stepped into his hotel room, the door locking behind them, and they just stared at each other for a moment as it really seemed to sink in. This boy he hadn’t seen in a decade was here, wanting him in his room, and saying he was interested. Years of thinking about him and dreaming about him and wanting him more than he had the words to articulate had somehow paid off.
“Choi San, I really want to kiss you right now, is that cool?” Wooyoung asked. San nodded without hesitation and stepped right back into his space.
Wooyoung’s hands cupped his cheeks and he stared at him for a moment before just pulling him in, pressing their lips together in probably the softest kiss San had had in quite awhile. It was unbelievably chaste and it felt like maybe it was the sort of first kiss they would’ve had back in high school, just the press of lips and being so careful and unsure. Still, it lit up every inch of San’s body, the simple feeling better than any dream or fantasy he’d ever had. It was the real thing.
“Okay,” Wooyoung whispered as he pulled back, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we should’ve done that a long time ago.”
“I’ve been thinking about doing that almost everyday for, like, fourteen years,” San breathed. Wooyoung leaned back just enough to look him in the eyes.
“Like… every day?”
“I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Wooyoung. It’s embarrassing and I felt really creepy about it, but I couldn’t get you out of my head,” San told him. Wooyoung just scratched at the hair on the back of his neck, urging him on. “My whole life I kept quiet and tried not to be seen because people knew I was different, but then you walked in and you didn’t care. You were loud and open and strong. You are and have always been one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met.”
“San-ah, please tell me you plan on having sex with me tonight because I was already incredible attracted to you, but it somehow just got worse,” Wooyoung said earnestly. San laughed, feeling warm and eager as he nodded. He would do anything Wooyoung allowed him to do. Fourteen years of pining was a long fucking time. “Thank god.”
Wooyoung pulled him back in again, only this time it was a lot less chaste. San’s lips slid against Wooyoung’s with an ease that was unprecedented, like this was something they’d done a million times before and had always meant to do. They just fit together.
It was really when Wooyoung introduced his tongue to San’s that San’s brain really processed that this was really happening, he was really going to hook up with Jung Wooyoung, the star of his dreams since he was fourteen and barely understood that he was into men at all. Wooyoung shrugged off his blazer before reaching for San’s belt.
“I’m gonna take this off now, okay?” Wooyoung said and San nodded enthusiastically, reaching for the buttons on Wooyoung’s shirt. He undid them one by one, still kissing Wooyoung even as his breath became ragged at the touch of Wooyoung’s bare skin. More so when his belt was tossed to the side and Wooyoung popped open the button to his slacks and carefully unzipped them.
Wooyoung’s shirt hit the floor and San took the opportunity to run his hands over his chest and his back, feeling his muscles and his skin and trying to be calm about it. He most certainly didn’t feel very calm.
“Do you think you can pick me up?” Wooyoung asked against his lips as he wrapped his arms around San’s neck.
“Yeah,” San said. Because even if he couldn’t, he would make it happen if Wooyoung asked.
He moved his hands to the back of Wooyoung’s thighs and, when Wooyoung jumped up, San easily carried his weight. Wooyoung instantly moved in for more kisses and San easily matched him as he headed towards the bed.
He dropped Wooyoung down onto it and wasted no time to follow, taking advantage of the new placement to kiss across his neck. Wooyoung hummed his appreciation with one hand in San’s hair and the other on his arm. San added teeth; Wooyoung added moans.
“I have never wanted someone the way I want you,” San said against his skin, stifling a groan as Wooyoung bucked his hips up into his.
“I want you,” Wooyoung breathed, “I’ve always wanted you.”
And it was strange to think how much it was so true when they barely even knew each other now. Just a little, just a foundation. But enough.
San palmed over the front of Wooyoung’s slacks, reveling in the way he sounded. He covered his neck and his chest in kisses and slid his hand beneath his waistband.
“San-ah,” Wooyoung gasped, holding onto him closer as San touched him and tried to follow his lead. He wanted to do whatever Wooyoung liked. He wanted to make him feel good. He wanted this to be as unforgettable to Wooyoung as San knew it would be for him.
Things moved fast, both over excited and eager after so much time wasted in their time apart. They’d just gotten Wooyoung down to his underwear and San out of his shirt when Wooyoung was finishing and San lasted all of two seconds grinding against his thigh after witnessing it. Catching their breath evolved into laughter, pulling each other in and wrapping around each other.
“I swear, I usually last longer,” Wooyoung promised, hiding his face in San’s shoulder. San kissed the top of his head.
“Don’t worry, I liked it,” he said, fingers dragging up and down the length of Wooyoung’s spine. He didn’t really care that it was over relatively soon, especially not when Wooyoung was still laying with him. “We can always go again.”
Wooyoung lifted his head and looked at him, a smile spreading on his face before he went in for a kiss. One kiss led to another led to another and suddenly San found himself making out with his high school crush post-orgasm while their reunion continued downstairs.
It was really only broken when San’s phone started ringing. He tried to ignore it, but once the first call ended and was followed up quickly by another one, Wooyoung pushed him away. He pouted and whined, but Wooyoung just laughed and pushed him closer towards the edge of the bed.
San rolled over onto his stomach to reach for his phone and tried not to feel too annoyed when he saw Yunho’s face on his screen.
“Please tell me someone is dying,” San said as he put the phone to his ear. Wooyoung cackled behind him.
“You disappeared, god forbid I get concerned,” Yunho said, “But you know who also went missing? Wooyoung. So… is there a connection there or…”
“Yunho, tell me, if you really thought there was, would you be calling me?” San asked. Suddenly, Wooyoung grabbed the bottom of his pant legs and started pulling on them. San looked over his shoulder to his mischievous grin and decided to just lift his hips and let Wooyoung take his pants off.
“Of course I would,” Yunho insisted, “No, but really, did you leave? I’m staying late to help Yeosang, but I want to know if I need to worry about grabbing you on the way out or if I can accept Yeosang’s thanks for helping.”
San rolled his eyes, jumping slightly when Wooyoung’s teeth bit into the back of his bare thigh. He suddenly was really appreciative of Yunho all over again for encouraging this reunion.
“Yeah, don’t worry about me, I’m good,” San promised.
“Are you sure? How’d things go with Wooyoung? I know I saw you two talking, I’m proud of you,” Yunho insisted. Wooyoung left a sloppy trail of kisses up from his thigh up his back. It made it really hard to focus.
“Thanks, um, it went fine, I guess.”
“Fine?” Wooyoung whispered, pulling at the waistband of his briefs and snapping it against his skin.
“Great, actually,” San corrected. Wooyoung hummed and started to kiss from one shoulder to the other, slow and deliberate like he was counting how many kisses he could fit in space between them.
“If it was great, then why’d you leave?” Yunho asked. San didn’t even dignify him with a response. Instead, his eyes fluttered closed to the feeling of Wooyoung’s kisses and the growing hard-on pressed against his ass. “Wait. Wait. Hold on, did you actually leave with Wooyoung because‒”
“Yunho,” Wooyoung called out, “We’re kinda in the middle of something if it’s not important.”
“Oh my fucking god!” Yunho shrieked, high pitched and all too reminiscent of their celebration of the first time Wooyoung spoke to him, “Yeah! Fuck, ignore me! That’s my fucking boy! Bye, sleep well or don’t sleep at all! Call me in the morning! Fuck yeah! ”
The call ended before San could even agree and he didn’t worry about it as he dropped it to the floor.
“He loves you,” Wooyoung laughed, nuzzling his nose against the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” San agreed, “He always made sure to tell me you weren’t out of my league even though it felt like it. Which I guess paid off.”
“Good, I’m glad someone told you, but I’ll tell you now,” Wooyoung said, pinching his side as he laid his full body weight against him, “You know, I always thought you were cute, but a few months ago Yeosang showed me a picture of you now and I almost choked. Still unbelievably cute, but Adult San has me salivating like I haven’t eaten in a year.”
San turned his face into the bed, knowing that even that didn’t hide how red he’d gone.
“San, I’m gonna be in town for awhile, a friend of mine broke his femur and asked me to cover his classes until he’s healed,” Wooyoung said, feeling the expanse of his back over and over again. It felt so nice. “Do you think we can get to know each other again?”
San turned his head, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes over his shoulder. For the first time possibly ever, Wooyoung looked a little nervous, almost like he expected him to say no. Which was absolutely insane.
He’d waited so long for this moment.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good,” Wooyoung grinned, “So, round two?”
Yeah. Yunho was definitely going to be the one getting free lunch for three weeks.