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It becomes quiet.
Only occasionally could one hear someone shuffling their feet as they hobbled wearily toward the main exit. The lamps are not half lit, plunging the room into evening twilight, however, bright lighting is not needed, almost all the staff have already left. The door slammed, sending home Hongjoong, who had already stayed so long to keep an eye on the younger, sending the rest of the members to rest. However, fatigue nevertheless took over and in the end he hoped that everything would be fine if he left the younger ones to continue to practice on their own, with a request not to overwork.
Cool autumn gusts of wind break through the half-open window, pleasantly cooling the heated body. All music stops playing from the speakers, but Wooyoung is too lazy to get up just to fill the void in the training room. He wearily runs a hand over his sweaty forehead, breathing heavily. A little more and he will reach perfection in his part, and before that, he can even show off the process live, delighting the fans.
The group has been hard at work on the tour over the past weeks and it would be a crime not to be even half of what the fans expected. Smiling at his thoughts, he walks around the empty room with his eyes, stopping at his friend, who sprawled like an asterisk to his right, snoring peacefully. And this is the one who asked him to practice with him until late today.
Throwing a towel around his neck, he crawls up on all fours, carefully laying next to him. His even, measured breathing smells like San's favorite mint candy, which he likes to gorge himself on after meals. One of his hands rests peacefully on the bare area of his stomach sticking out from under his T-shirt, while the other is thrown to the side, on which Wooyoung lies down.
Cute.
"Stop sleeping!" Wooyoung gently pokes San in the ribs, causing him to stir.
Drawing his eyebrows together and groaning in displeasure, San reluctantly opens his eyes, batting his long eyelashes and squinting in the bright light. He shakes his head, trying to find the one who woke him up and Wooyoung chuckles as he watches his confused face. He really fell asleep.
"What's happened? Are we done?" San draws sweetly, yawning. He tries to get up, but a friend's hand holds him in place. "Where's Joong?"
Wooyoung doesn't answer, staring at San's sleep-tousled hair, smiling softly, warmly.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen him like this — sleepy, defenseless, so homely — but it might be the first time his heart was pounding in his ears, making him swallow the knot of nerves in his throat. Seems like he's overworked after all, sorry Hongjoong.
“Apparently, we were left alone,” Wooyoung replies, now closing his eyes tiredly. "And you missed my part, you promised to look!"
The cold floor now feels as soft as a bed just like for San a minute ago, and he grins, berating himself for taking offense at his sleeping friend. San always had a habit of resting anywhere, stocking up on energy and forcing people to bypass him or look under their feet so as not to inadvertently step on him. Today's morning it was noticeable that he was tired. He moved rather sluggishly and uncertainly, wearily repeating the movements over and over again.
And it was all San, squeezing the last out of himself, constantly feeling that he was lagging behind, so Seonghwa decided not to bother him anymore when he saw that San fell asleep right on the floor by the window, asking no one to wake him up. Even Wooyoung, usually noisy and restless, tried to be less joking, discreetly turning down the volume of the music every time he approached the music center.
“Uh-huh,” San breathes, smiling guiltily. "Can we stay a little longer? I will take a look now."
"Too late!" Wooyoung pouts his lips, turning over on his side, facing San, and runs his hand over his stomach, feeling the press tighten from simple movements under the skin. "I'm done and I'm tired."
San squirms at the cold fingers, but smiles slyly, finally waking up. He knows his best friend too well to fall for his tricks. Curling his arm under Wooyoung's head, he wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer, and tries not to be distracted by the way the other's arm slides further, wrapping around his waist. Despite the open window and the cold wind, there is too little air in the room.
Wooyoung chuckles. He knows what he's doing. He always did this: hugged him tightly, as if casually touching sensitive places, looking like a rush of emotions, or didn't look away for a long time while holding his hand, confusing him. San would like to know what he's thinking at these moments.
“Come on,” San puts his fingers on his friend’s furrowed brows and spreads them apart. “Sorry I fell asleep."
As Wooyoung's face softens, he runs a hand through his friend's long hair, stopping at the back of his head. A strange, but already common pose for them.
Obviously Wooyoung is satisfied with the answer, but how could he just give up like that?
“I’ll freeze here,” he playfully moving his hands under San's T-shirt, warming his fingers and sees that look again, penetrating, waiting for something.
“I’ll keep you warm,” San replies simply, realizing how ambiguous this sounds.
Wooyoung swallows, smiling awkwardly. At such moments, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time from how violently his body reacts.
He had long noticed that they crossed the line of best friends at one point in their lives when even fans began to notice their excessive stickiness to each other, but both did not allow it to move on, not knowing what it could develop into. Yunho openly expressed his interest, asking how far they had come, while flashing an incomprehensible smirk. Wooyoung waved him off, smiling enigmatically as he considered his words. The rest of the guys began to make fun of them more often, rather from embarrassment, as if hinting that it was time to finish... Whatever it is. But did he want it? Not at all.
"How?" Wooyoung squints, looking at San's face in disbelief. "Simple hugs are not enough for me, you already constantly stick to me."
San rolls his eyes as his friend breaks into an infectious laugh. Is it normal for his heart to contract painfully every time he hears that laugh? How approachable is Wooyoung when he allows himself to go beyond blurry boundaries?
"Look who's talking."
It's been a long time since debut to think about it seriously, but how optimistic do the conclusions seem? These innocent looks, touches, the desire to be close to each other turned their heads in an endless stream of thoughts. At first it was even funny how quickly their fan base grew and how freely they could interact. Their friendship began easily, as if their souls were not connected for the first time, and each time, being reborn, they were looking for each other. There was never any embarrassment, shame or misunderstanding. Of course, there were minor quarrels and grievances, but they could not last forever.
How much could they show the public? How much could they understand for themselves?
“I want to try something,” San whispers after a short silence.
"Start a fire here?" Wooyoung jokes, but when he doesn’t hear an answer, he falls silent, catching an unreadable look from above.
"Yeah, kinda…"
Slightly sharply pulling Wooyoung's hand, San winds it up behind his head, turning him over, onto his back. Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind this change of scenery at all, he just shudders a little in surprise and begins to breathe faster, once again trying to calm his raging heart. Looking at the friend's fox eyes, which were usually friendly and glowing with the sun, now tempting and inviting, his breath hitches. Geez.
“What…” Wooyoung breathes, looking down impatiently at the tightly compressed lips opposite. "Wanna kiss me?"
Because he definitely wants it.
San's hand goes down, like a soft feather sliding down to his shoulder over the still sweaty skin. He doesn't care about it, especially when Wooyoung finally stops joking around and patiently waits for his next move. Gently touching the smooth cheek, he leans in, stopping halfway and reading the reaction in the eyes opposite.
"Stop me," San pleads, deliberately slowly moving closer to his certain doom.
But Wooyoung is not going to stop, raising his chin towards him. He thought about it quite often himself, just to see how good things could be. Or bad. He only had the courage to give hints and tease, and it finally worked. And he would be too stupid to cool his friend's resolve now.
San smiles as he watches his friend's compliance and participation in his experiment, so he decides not to hesitate. He runs the back of his hand across his cheek and lowers his head, covering his eyes. Wooyoung exhales in relief as their lips touch. He had been waiting for this for so long that he could not imagine how pleasant it would turn out to be in reality. The feeling of relief, like when you take a saving sip of cold water in the heat or open a long-awaited gift. Gosh, they definitely should do it again. And again.
San expected anything: screams, curses, condemnation, perhaps even a strong fist in the face, but obviously not how seriously and willingly his best friend would answer him. Pleasant plump lips boldly pick him up, pushing him closer, burying his hand in his soft hair. The kiss comes out slow, even a little awkward. San takes his time, testing the water, biting, running his tongue over them, delaying the pleasure, while Wooyoung squirms under him, impatiently.
Feeling the compliance to his actions, he puts his hands on Wooyoung's hips and draws intricate drawings on them, rising higher, lifting his T-shirt a little, wanting to touch the hot tanned skin. No thoughts remain in the head, giving way to curiosity and desire. Both of them do not know what this sudden and dangerous attraction can turn into, but no one wants to stop and it was clearly worth it.
It becomes increasingly difficult to control the situation. The kiss grows hotter, both guys, not yielding to each other, enter into a hot dance of tongues, sometimes colliding teeth. Wooyoung's hands frantically run down San's back, trying to pull him even closer. And the older one gives up first, groaning when Wooyoung deliberately raises his knee, touching a sensitive spot and smiling.
“Asshole,” San whispers harmlessly against his lips, moving to his neck.
Wooyoung chuckles and lifts his chin in a relaxed way, giving him more access, seeming to forget about the tightness. He never felt him next to San.
Another muffled moan is heard from his lips when San finds a sensitive spot behind his ear, running his hand along his ass, squeezing. He feels his pants getting tight and fidgets, rubbing against San's thigh. San pulls Wooyoung closer and throws back the barely hanging towel from his neck, slightly biting the delicate skin there, enjoying the fitful half-sighs. He wants to stretch out the pleasure, which at the moment enveloped from head to toe, as long as possible, if the music suddenly played from the speakers did not remind of itself, resuming the playlist.
As if from an electric shock, both guys push off in different directions, breathing heavily and looking back at the source of the noise. For a while they simply remain silent, staring at each other, not understanding what scaring them more — a sudden fright or what happened before it and could happen after. The speakers are humming rhythmic music, apparently waking up the watcher as well, who opens the door and checking the situation inside. San hurries to reassure him that they're good, nervously raising his thumb up, covering his bump in his pants with a towel and apologizing for the harsh noise.
Wooyoung breaks the silence first, leaning back on the floor and laughing openly. He childly kicks his legs, covering his face with his hands, and San smiles too, realizing the comical situation. But panic slowly sets in San's head. So he is silent, trying to calm his heart and waiting for his friend to speak first. So he does.
“Well,” Wooyoung says, re-establishing eye contact and rubbing his flushed cheeks in embarrassment. "You still managed to keep me warm. Were your expectations met?"
San tries not to hide his eyes as he straightens up and bites his lips in relief, realizing that Wooyoung seems to be in a good mood. He glances down at the relaxed body on the floor that he couldn't enjoy until recently, and nods.
“More than that,” he answers honestly, rubbing his neck shyly. "And what do you think?"
Wooyoung raises himself on his elbows, peering into his friend's face with interest, realizing that changes in their relationship are inevitable. As were inevitable from the very beginning, if he admits it. But now he knew exactly what he wanted from them. Listening with interest to the new sensations in his chest, he smiles at San, who has turned back into the shy, sweet guy he always knew.
“At least we feel the same,” Wooyoung says, sniffling. He is definitely sure of his feelings.
San opens his mouth in surprise, but Wooyoung does not let him talk, leaning forward again and sitting down next to him. He doesn't regret and he doesn't need to hide he even liked it.
“But there could be problems."
And San understands this. As well as how much he does not care about it, when all his experiences and thoughts were justified and understood by the person most dear to him. Sometimes he could not believe that a person so similar to him even existed, that he won in this life by finding him and being able to see him every day. And now to steal mind-blowing kisses.
Wooyoung's former pressure returns, this time he tries to take control himself, climbing onto San's hips and wrapping his arms around his neck, not breaking the kiss.
Now, when he sees the green light, he has no intention of stopping and backing up.
“Wait,” San sticks out his hand, gently pushing him away, drunk on feelings inside. “Are we still, you know, us?”
“Of course,” Wooyoung smiles sweetly, not wanting to waste time talking. "But a little more, I think."
Wooyoung greedily crashes into bitten lips again and moans from the contact. With his arms, his tongue, his hips... He might be able to go a little further today. After all, he has never had much patience and he knows that San won't mind.
Today, one of the invisible walls erected by fear and indecision was destroyed, but it did not seem like something wrong. In the depths of their souls, each of them knew that this would happen someday. Maybe it won't go any further, maybe it will destroy everything they've worked so hard to build over the years. But at the moment he is much more interested in something else.