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Since the big, life-changing conversation, Wooyoung and Yunho trade hotel key cards beneath their managers’ noses at each successive stop. Wooyoung feels like he can finally breathe now that the secret is out. His members still hug him on and off stage. They kiss his cheeks when he asks. They love him seemingly unconditionally. Nothing has changed except that they have grown closer due to his admission.
Wooyoung cleans up in the bathroom after the second to last stage of their US tour. In the heavy steam of the shower, as he exfoliates and shaves his leg and armpit hair, an idea comes to him. He shaves everything.
Getting out of the shower, he looks more naked than ever in the fogged bathroom mirror. He feels himself. His skin is completely smooth, and the thought of San finding out makes him giddy. He quickly puts on his clothes.
Their concerts have been insane. Mingi, in particular, seems intoxicated off the American air, attempting to strip every time the nudity police aren’t watching. They all think the barking he receives in response is hilarious. Wooyoung, though, is too focused on his boyfriend. The camera operator seems to have a personal agenda to catch each hip thrust and body roll San performs. It’s a blessing when Wooyoung can sit at the side of the stage and watch. It’s a curse when he has to focus on his own moves and not drool over each precise jab of San’s hips to the beat of the music.
Tears line their eyes as they wave goodbye after their final closing ment. The members lean against each other as they walk back to the dressing room, muscles aching and sweat dripping off every inch of skin.
Beneath the strange amalgamation of immense pride and emptiness at finishing an international tour, a tertiary trickle of delight feeds Wooyoung’s psyche as he glances at San. Just imagine what they could do tonight without restrictions. They no longer need to worry about the exposed skin in their concert outfits, the condition of their vocal cords for singing, or the state of their bodies for dancing. Wooyoung tries to catch his eye.
“Sannie,” he whines.
“What?” Cold and focused, San is still coming down from his concert high and clearly is not fantasizing about the same things.
“Nothing,” Wooyoung pouts.
First, they record a live. Wooyoung needs to be separated from San for the others. But how can he focus when San is wearing that tight black tee, squeezing that pillow when it should be him, and cuddling up with Yunho? Mingi, to his left, also keeps shifting. Wooyoung is dressed a bit like San’s usual style—a white button down and tie over jeans—to catch his attention, but the latter still hardly looks at him. At least, not enough.
After their managers set them free with loads of congratulations, San first heads to the gym. Since they have a long flight back to Korea in the early afternoon, he doesn’t want to lose a moment when he can maintain his muscles. Quickly changing into workout clothes, Wooyoung joins him because there isn’t anything better to do in their hotel room alone.
As usual, San trains him with subtle touches on his waist and arms.
“I’ve noticed it before, but you really are getting buffer again,” San comments.
Wooyoung pants on the bench, having just finished his final, burnout set.
“Why not compliment me sooner?” he scowls up at San.
“I can’t let it go to your head.”
“Then, you aren’t getting anything to your head tonight,” Wooyoung snaps.
San kneels between Wooyoung’s spread thighs. This late at night, nearing 2 AM, no one else is crazy enough to be in the gym. Certainly, none of the other members shared San’s fanaticism for pumping iron.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to,” San says as he rubs deep, massaging circles into Wooyoung’s quadriceps, and Wooyoung can’t stop the moan that comes out. At this point, he’s not embarrassed about moaning in front of San anymore. In fact, he gauges San’s reaction to see how loud he ought to be.
“And I won’t,” Wooyoung crosses his arms.
“Your thighs are really thick and strong,” San murmurs. His thumbs dig upward along the inner divot leading to Wooyoung’s crotch. Wooyoung’s shorts pull up, exposing the inked script over his knee, and he jerks, but San’s hands are already gone. They land on his hips. “Your butt also has been looking really round and perky. You absolutely know what I want to do to it later.”
Wooyoung nods, entranced by San’s deep voice and relentless touch. He relaxes his sulky pose as San’s hands travel up, beneath his loose black tank.
“Your abs, also, I feel them every time you tense beneath me. It makes me want to rile you up even more until you’re quivering.”
San grabs tight to Wooyoung’s waist, making the latter gasp, as he leans forward between Wooyoung’s spread thighs. San’s torso presses against Wooyoung’s curious erection as he takes a small nip to Wooyoung’s bicep.
“And I love how good your arms look lately. Do you realize how much they flex when you dance? I know you’re doing it on purpose.”
“They’re nothing like yours,” Wooyoung retorts, a bit breathless.
“You don’t have to be like me,” San smiles. “I was only really trying to get stronger so I could pin you down better. Since you like it.”
Wooyoung starts. “How did you know?”
“You always come so hard when I do it,” San smirks.
“This whole time,” Wooyoung pouts, “I’ve been trying to catch up to you again.”
“You’ve never once left my side, Young-ah.”
Wooyoung is ready to let San take him right there on the narrow padded bench in the hotel’s dimly lit gym. However, it’s been a long night, and he pressingly needs a shower before anything is going inside him.
Still, San is desperate for a taste of him, and they fall back into a dark corner of the gym, near the bathrooms and away from the black-domed security cameras. San kisses him with a ferocity Wooyoung hasn’t experienced before. He presses their mouths together, his teeth biting into Wooyoung’s bottom lip and tongue begging for entrance. Then, San is on his knees again while Wooyoung stands with his back pressed against the wall.
As Wooyoung’s leaking cock pops out of his gym shorts, San gasps at the sight. He has to look up at Wooyoung for confirmation before staring once more at the smooth, hairless skin above his pulsing erection.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung laughs a little. “I shaved.”
San touches the delicate skin and is enamored by the softness of the untouched area. He presses a kiss at the base of Wooyoung’s cock, nose brushing along the supple skin.
“You like it?” Wooyoung asks.
San glances up again, and the desire is so carnal that Wooyoung’s breath stops.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Wooyoung-ah.”
San takes him into his mouth, and Wooyoung’s knees buckle. San holds him up as he deepthroats him. It seems they did share the same realization about not needing to sing for the next few days.
San unexpectedly pops off to ask, gravely, “Do you think you can come twice tonight?”
“I… I don’t know,” Wooyoung replies, his head still swimming at the abrupt loss of pleasure.
“Do you want to try?”
“Here?” he squeaks.
“If you’re okay with it.”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung bites his lip, some mental acuity returning. His pulse hammers with the mild yet enticing embarrassment about coming in a public place. Turns out, he loves the idea.
When San sucks him back into his waiting throat, Wooyoung is nearly in tears. A series of curses mixed with San’s name spill from his lips. Wooyoung can see San palming himself over his shorts as he takes Wooyoung deeper and deeper. Then, San’s eyes flick up at him.
“I’m close,” Wooyoung moans.
“Mm,” San affirms. He stops touching himself to stroke Wooyoung’s length as he focuses on slurping around the tip.
Wooyoung’s head bangs against the wall behind him as he ejaculates into San’s mouth. His skin tingles as the gym’s A/C blasts on high. Anyone could have entered and seen them, but he knows he’s completely safe with San keeping guard. The danger, though, thrills him, and it feels so, so good as his body shakes with the orgasm.
As he comes down, he stares at San’s wrecked face. Wooyoung must look similarly disheveled, but currently, they have places to be. Clumsily pulling himself back into his shorts, he drags San out of the gym, running down the hall. He jabs the elevator button, and thankfully, the doors open immediately. San pushes him into the metal box. The doors slide shut, and San leans against him. They hold hands behind their bodies, where the security cameras cannot see.
Now, riding up to their floor, Wooyoung can properly appreciate the slight tears in San’s eyes from gagging on him, the redness in his flushed cheeks, and the slick wetness over his lips. There’s a mostly imperceivable bump in San’s shorts where he’s tucked his erection into the waistband of his boxers.
“You look really hot,” Wooyoung whispers.
“So do you,” San nudges him back. “Your moans back there were something else.”
“I know,” Wooyoung winks.
The elevator doors open again, and the pair sprint to their room. San fumbles with the card key, frustrating Wooyoung until he grabs it and slams it against the sensor.
Once inside, Wooyoung crowds San against the wall to kiss his tainted mouth and taste himself. Their tongues tangle, and San groans with how aroused he is. Slipping a hand into San’s pants, Wooyoung feels the liberal precum gathered around the slit.
“Hurry, I really want to—!” San starts.
“I need to clean myself,” Wooyoung interrupts, hand shooting out of San’s waistband.
“Let me do it for you.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“But it’s—.”
“I promise you. I truly don’t care if it’s dirty or whatever. I just really want you right now,” San begs.
Wooyoung allows him. In the warm shower, San bends him forward. Wooyoung has two hands pressed against the tiled wall to support himself as San dips a finger inside him. For a moment, he’s glad he invited San into this private moment because San remembered to bring the lube before entering the bathroom. Wooyoung definitely would have forgotten.
The slide is smooth, and the warmth of the shower relaxes his muscles. During a couple stops, they experimented with fingering. Unexpectedly, Wooyoung wasn’t as great at relinquishing control as San had been that night in Wooyoung’s bedroom before their flight out of Korea. Always tense, no matter how much Wooyoung emotionally wanted it, it thus comes as a shock to them both when San’s finger enters without resistance. It isn’t long before he adds another.
“You’re so beautiful,” San murmurs as he bites into the junction between Wooyoung’s neck and shoulder.
Wooyoung gasps, clenching on instinct. When he calms again, San adds a third finger.
“Wooyoung-ie, you’re doing so well today.”
“I-I think it’s the heat. It helps.”
“It’s too bad we can’t do this in a sauna back home. You would feel so good.”
Wooyoung groans at the thought. To be laid out before San on those bamboo beams where anyone could walk in… Getting head in the gym tonight must have broken him.
San’s other hand strokes Wooyoung’s cock, keeping him hard. San has been erect this entire time, and Wooyoung stretches back to touch him too. San moans as his lips press into Wooyoung’s nape. The ticklish sensation causes Wooyoung to jerk back. San’s fingers brush against his prostate then, and the pleasure spikes through him.
“Ah!!”
“It’s there?” San grins.
“Fuck…”
San has fun with his new finding until Wooyoung can barely hold onto the slippery shower wall any longer.
San’s voice is lower than ever as he asks, “Think you’re ready? Can I take you to bed now?”
“Yes… please.”
Shutting off the water, San carefully towels Wooyoung first before drying himself. Then, as Wooyoung stands on the bath mat admiring San’s perfect physique, San scoops Wooyoung into his arms and carries him princess-style to the bed they share. He lays Wooyoung down gently then climbs over him. Again, he’s somehow remembered to also bring the lube, and Wooyoung is immensely grateful for San’s presence of mind as three slick fingers plunge back into him.
“Nnngh!”
His body cooling from the shower, Wooyoung’s nipples perk as his back arches off the mattress.
“Do you feel ready?” San asks. His pupils are so blown they take up most of his iris.
“Yes, yes, just please… I want you inside.”
San leans back to slather lube over his cock. Wooyoung stares at his perfect skin flushed from the heat of the shower. San’s chest looks magnificent in the dim hotel lamplight. His abs carve a holy path to the defined V of his pelvis. San’s hands on his own cock is yet another sight to behold. Each twist of his wrist has the muscles of his forearms flexing. Each pump upwards and down enhances the bulge of his biceps, and those shoulders… They could swallow Wooyoung whole.
San leans over Wooyoung, bracing his left hand beside Wooyoung’s head. San practically eclipses all of the light in the room with his body alone, and the imagery is breathtaking. Then, a wide pressure prods against Wooyoung’s hole. On instinct, he clenches up, but San presses light kisses along his brows, his cheekbones, and down to his jaw. As Wooyoung relaxes, San nudges inside.
The stretch burns, and Wooyoung’s body heats as he struggles to keep his muscles from tensing. San instantly notices the clench in his jaw, the veins jumping in his neck, and begins to pull out. However, Wooyoung grabs him by the hip, nails digging in.
“Keep. Going,” he grinds out.
“Okay, but breathe for me, Woo,” San worries, stroking his hair.
Wooyoung nods as San counts breaths for him. The elder pushes bit by bit until the widest flare of his head slips inside. Wooyoung exhales deeply, and San pauses to coat his length with more lube.
The remainder is much easier. His body stretching to accommodate San’s girth feels less like flames licking his insides now. Soon, San bottoms out, and they both groan at the small victory.
Bumping their foreheads together, San’s expression is nearly pained with how he’s struggling to hold back.
“You can move,” Wooyoung says.
San does not believe him, so he draws back only a little for a small, tentative thrust. Yet, as he presses his cock in again, he pushes directly against Wooyoung’s bundle of nerves, and the younger bucks up.
“Did that feel good?” San asks, eyes wide. “Or was that pain?”
“Good,” Wooyoung gasps. “Really fucking good. Keep doing that.”
So, San obliges, giving slow and methodical thrusts against Wooyoung’s prostate until even the burning stretch becomes pleasurable.
San leans back, hooking one of Wooyoung’s legs over his shoulder to better angle in. From this position, his next thrust has Wooyoung crying out loudly. Wooyoung slaps two hands over his face.
“Are you okay?” San freezes.
Utterly embarrassed, Wooyoung manages, “Will you shut the hell up and fuck me already?!”
Biting his lip, San simply considers for a moment. Then, he draws back nearly to the tip, making Wooyoung whine in a way he never thought he would. Before Wooyoung can complain again, San thrusts back in hard, drawing a cry from Wooyoung’s throat. San does it again and again until Wooyoung is sobbing beneath him, head turned to the side to bite into the pillow.
San thrusts with the same precision as his dancing. The targeting is insane, never tiring. Wooyoung can’t stop touching San’s muscles, from the arms Wooyoung can no longer wrap a hand around to the firm thighs that tense around him with each pounding thrust. He reaches forward to press palms against the soft give of San’s chest.
San moans amid his panting as Wooyoung flicks at his pert nipple, but he won’t let Wooyoung get distracted. This night is about him. San presses Wooyoung’s knees into his chest with hands on the back of his thighs. Then, he steals the pillow from Wooyoung’s grasp, smoothly tucking it beneath the younger’s hips, as he fucks in again, even deeper. Wooyoung shouts, and it’s so filthy, so loud. Wooyoung looks gorgeous like this, thighs completely spread, hole taking San in to the hilt, and that smooth strip of skin above his hard, dripping dick driving San crazy.
Wooyoung bites into his own arm to keep from moaning, but San takes his wrists and holds them above his head.
“It’s fine to let out your voice,” San says in a register so deep it vibrates in Wooyoung’s core.
Wooyoung mewls a bit helplessly.
“We won’t get a chance like this back in Korea.”
“O… okay.”
“I want to hear what I’m doing to you. You are so sexy, Wooyoung-ah. I’m so lucky to have you.”
The tears from the relentless pleasure against his prostate spill from Wooyoung’s eyes. “I love you, San-ah,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
San’s kiss is wholesome and incongruously tender, as his hips keep up their steady rhythm of unraveling Wooyoung’s sanity. Their bodies grind together like they can’t stand to have an inch of skin not touching the other. Wooyoung’s arms wrap around San’s neck and his legs around San’s waist.
“You’re starting to leak again,” San murmurs against Wooyoung’s wet lips.
Sure enough, Wooyoung’s cock is hard and dripping as it rubs against San’s muscular stomach.
“It feels really good,” Wooyoung babbles between moans. “Really, really good. I don’t understand how—ah! No, how are you so good? Sannie, it’s not fairrrr!”
San can’t help laughing. He buries his head into Wooyoung’s neck, where his scent is concentrated, as the laughter shakes his body. He grinds his hips in deep, and a shiver wracks Wooyoung’s body but it’s not enough.
“Don’t stop, you asshole,” Wooyoung slaps San’s back.
“How are you so adorable?” San lifts his head, kissing Wooyoung’s cheek.
“Well, if you’re going to be so weak to my cuteness, I’m done being adorable.”
“Oh, yeah?” San lifts a brow.
Wooyoung scoots out from under San. As San’s length slips out, he instantly feels the ache to be filled again. However, he has a plan. Getting onto his hands and knees, he presents himself to his boyfriend. Falling into the mattress, he uses two hands to spread his hole. The mirth leaves San’s face, rapidly replaced by desire and need.
“Now, use me,” Wooyoung smirks, looking back at San.
But, used to Woo’s brattiness, San doesn’t listen.
San is at perfect eye level. With a finger, he drags some of the lube out of Wooyoung’s hole before leaning forward and plunging his tongue inside. Wooyoung trembles with a loud moan, taken completely off-guard.
How can San resist? He drags Wooyoung’s hips back so the younger is poised over his lap. Then, he buries his face once more. Reaching between Wooyoung’s legs, San strokes him as his tongue laps at the reddened ring. Wooyoung’s reaction is incredible, body flushed, knees trembling.
San is so entranced by Wooyoung’s desperate response to each lick, kiss, and suck that he almost misses Wooyoung’s rhythm. The younger bucks back into San’s mouth with an increasingly urgent frequency, and then San realizes he’s close. He focuses his attention on Wooyoung’s cock, sliding his foreskin up and down the tip as he likes it.
“Sannie, fuck,” Wooyoung moans. His fingers bunch up into the sheets, and he bites into the muscle just above San’s knee, near his tattoo. San groans against Wooyoung’s hole, and that undoes him.
Wooyoung comes, body shaking uncontrollably, as San holds him up with one hand beneath his tight stomach, fingers splayed along the ridges of his abdominals. San’s tongue continues to dive into him as his other hand works him to completion. Wooyoung’s nerves are on fire, and he doesn’t know when he’s stopped coming until San flips him onto his back again.
Wooyoung gazes at the splattering of his come across San’s torso and cock, dripping down his muscles as if the gods dipped him in milky honey. Similarly, San can’t take his eyes off Wooyoung’s smooth tanned skin, the flush across his neck and chest, and his spent cock gently pulsing with residual fluid.
“I still want to do it in doggy,” Wooyoung says, brattily.
“You have the energy?”
There is that eyebrow lift again, and Wooyoung twitches a little.
“Yes.”
Even if it will kill him, yes.
San gestures for Wooyoung to position himself. On shaky limbs, Wooyoung crawls onto all fours again. Meanwhile, San gets on his knees. He holds Wooyoung by the hips, but his grip is gentle.
“Are you sure?” San asks. “I’m running a bit low on restraint. And you like this… looking like that… is a lot.”
Wooyoung tosses his head back over his shoulder with a feigned glare, “Like I said before you ate me out until I couldn’t think, use me, you fucker.”
San smirks. He’s always careful with those he loves, but he should have known Wooyoung would not be easy to break.
Cock desperately hard, San plunges in completely, not waiting for Wooyoung to catch his breath. He fucks into him like he doesn’t care if Wooyoung can keep up. The pace is relentless, and Wooyoung’s arms give out. He hugs the pillow, back arching to meet each of San’s precise thrusts. San stares at the divots of Wooyoung’s spine and his round ass that bounces slightly with each slap of their hips.
But if he looks any longer, he won’t last very long. And he’s determined for Wooyoung to come a third time.
San leans over Wooyoung’s body until he’s aligned with Wooyoung’s back. Their sweat and Wooyoung’s come allow them to glide together. He kisses Wooyoung’s neck, licks at the accumulated salt, and the latter clenches around him. San groans directly into Wooyoung’s ear, and Wooyoung’s knees spread wider. San’s hand caresses down Wooyoung’s front, from his stomach to the baby-soft skin above his cock. Then, he wraps his hand around the half-hard length.
When San rubs along the head, Wooyoung tightens so suddenly that it leaves San gasping, struggling to fend off his impending orgasm.
“Do you think you can come again, Young-ah?” he asks, voice strained.
“I don’t know,” Wooyoung’s whines stretch out his vowels. “Everything feels—mmph—too fucking good right now. Everything is—ah!”
“Would you try for me?”
San kisses along the side of Wooyoung’s neck, and his cock stiffens slightly in San’s hand.
“That’s perfect, Wooyoung-ie. You’re doing so, so well. I’ve never seen anyone as handsome as you.”
San just barely slows his movements, fully grinding into Wooyoung’s favorite spot with each thrust. The moan Wooyoung lets out could have wrecked San right there.
“No one as beautiful and perfect as you.”
Straightening up, San drags Wooyoung against his chest by his elbow. On their knees, Wooyoung’s body is easy as his head lolls against San’s shoulder. They kiss, and Wooyoung is so eager to taste him.
As San fucks into him, he strokes Wooyoung’s erection with one hand; the other teases the younger’s reddened nipples, rolling each bud between his fingertips. And Wooyoung is so flexible in the way he arches his back to perfectly align with each of San’s thrusts. As he cheekily grinds into San’s cock, San’s hand finds its way to his neck. Wooyoung makes a strangled sound before San’s fingers even press in.
They stare at each other for a beat. Wooyoung’s eyes are wide and wanting. Smirking, San holds Woo by the sides of his neck, never choking or crushing his windpipe. Still, the pressure against his throat has his knees giving out. Wooyoung collapses into San’s body as San holds him up by the neck and jaw.
“I’m really, fucking close,” San says into Wooyoung’s ear.
“Then, come inside me,” Wooyoung replies, a wide smile playing across his lips. Though, his eyebrows have shot up like he’s drowning in immeasurable bliss.
“Fuck,” San growls.
San’s left hand bruises Wooyoung’s hip as he angles in deep. His right hand never leaves Wooyoung’s neck. Wooyoung’s senses spark like fireworks, but there’s nothing to ease his now shockingly hard cock. He wraps two hands around himself desperately, relying on San to hold him upright, to keep that neverending pleasure pumping inside him.
Wooyoung tightens around San suddenly, as his own palm slides against his come-soaked tip. San’s fingers dig into Wooyoung’s neck, and Wooyoung gasps. San bites onto Wooyoung’s shoulder, hips stuttering as an inescapable flood of pleasure shoots south.
“Sannie, please,” Wooyoung cries. “I want it inside!”
And San does. He comes into Wooyoung, thrusting sharply as he buries himself as deep as he can go. Wooyoung moans as warmth fills him, San’s loud panting in his ear. Turning, he captures San’s mouth in a kiss, as San is still reeling from the first jolt of orgasm. His eyebrows are cinched, eyes half-closed, lips parted, and so so pretty.
“Agh,” San cries against Wooyoung’s mouth as a second spurt coats him inside.
Desperately, Wooyoung pushes his hips against San, using him to grind against his prostate while he’s still hard. The sounds are wet and filthy. Wooyoung’s hands squeeze around his own cock, mind suffused with San’s expression, insides warm with his boyfriend’s come, and then, he’s coming too.
It’s only a little bit that messes up his hands. But the immense shudder that rockets through him would have felled him if San weren’t holding onto him like Wooyoung was essential to living, breathing, and even existing.
More come dribbles out of his tip, and San’s hands wrap around his own. San squeezes, and Wooyoung’s whole body trembles. Tears spill from his eyes, and Wooyoung gasps sharply. San does it again, and Wooyoung is going to die by San’s kink for overstimulating him. But San is still hard inside him, and each time his body tenses up, he is reminded of that very pertinent fact.
San pulls out, and Wooyoung wants to beg him to stop. Fluid drips from his hole, and it feels scandalous. Wooyoung whines involuntarily, so San plunges back inside.
“What the fuck,” Wooyoung breathes, eyes rolling back.
“I didn’t know I had it in me either,” San laughs. “Want to go again?”
“You’re evil,” Wooyoung snaps. “Asking me that after you make me come three times…”
However, Wooyoung rolls his hips against San, pushing him deeper in.
“Well?”
Wooyoung can hear from San’s voice alone that he’s smirking.
“Fuck you. But yes.”
The next morning, they both struggle to make it on time for their afternoon flight. Before their managers notice, Hongjoong quickly straightens Wooyoung’s clothes to hide the obvious bite mark on his shoulder. Wooyoung wears huge sunglasses to hide the atrocious bags under his eyes. San, though sleepy, simply looks like a cat itching for its midday nap. It isn’t fair how naturally hot he is.
On the plane, they occupy two center-row seats. Picking the same movie, Wooyoung cackles and slaps San repeatedly during key moments. Wooyoung scoops all the cucumbers from his in-flight meal and drops them onto San’s plate, not that San wants them very much either. As the lights dim, allowing the other passengers to sleep, they hold hands over the median, leaning against their pillows to get every last moment with each other.
Once they land in Korea, they will fall back into their old lives. It is unexpected, yet beautiful, how much their lives have changed over the few weeks abroad. They are no longer the same people. Whenever Wooyoung turns to San, he will not have to hide the flutter in his chest when San is already looking at him, having noticed him first. He won’t need to suppress his urge to kiss San for every sweet thing he says. Or the more primitive urge to fuck into him when San does something so earth-shatteringly precious or sexy.
They will finally be honest with each other, and maybe, one day, Wooyoung will admit how jealous he was of everyone thirsting over San’s divinely muscular body. Not because he wanted fans to be infatuated with him instead, no. But because sometimes he hoped to hide San away so only he could witness his beauty.
However, flowers cannot bloom without sun and air. Maybe Wooyoung is San’s sun, but San only bloomed so magnificently with the freedom and opportunity to chase his dreams.
Nowadays, Wooyoung does not have to feel jealous because, no matter who stares at them, he knows San would only truly look at him.
Bonus: Epilogue
Back in Korea, Wooyoung demands every minute to be with San.
San sits on the floor with his chin resting on his mattress as Wooyoung rolls around on his bed. With each roll, San swats at the strings of Wooyoung’s sweatpants when they get too close. It has Wooyoung laughing adorably, and eventually San stands and noses his way into Wooyoung’s chest, where it is delightfully warm. Wooyoung hugs him tight, smelling his freshly shampooed hair.
“So, the bet,” San mumbles.
“Huh? Don’t tell me you had something to do with it too!”
“No, no! But I want to know your answer.”
Wooyoung sits upright against the pillows. San props himself on an elbow, gazing up at him.
“I’m not sure. It happened sorta naturally while we, um, did things. I just more and more couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
San tilts his head. “Sexually?”
“Yeah, but I started not wanting anyone else to have you, either. Sexually or otherwise.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Shut up.”
“No way. Of who?”
Wooyoung shakes his head.
“The members?”
Though Wooyoung’s eyes bulge, he sets his jaw firmly.
“Oh, my god. You were!”
Wooyoung whines and smacks San’s arm.
“What about the fans?” When his expression gives everything away, San laughs breathlessly, “Wow, I never would’ve guessed.”
“I don’t know! I didn’t like that they got to thirst all over you, and I couldn’t.”
“Didn’t we platonically thirst over each other all the time?” San lifts a brow.
“That’s not the same! You don’t get married and have kids—settle down—with your best friend.”
“And you thought I would with a fan?”
“Or maybe one of the girl groups we run into at the music shows. I know you’re friendly with them.”
“I’m polite with them,” San corrects. “I’m not trying to start a scandal.”
“Yet, here we are.”
“Here we are,” San grins.
Wooyoung plays with the edge of the blanket as he says, “If you were still single by then, when we’re old and out of the public eye, I planned to tell you how I felt.”
“That’s really sweet, Wooyoung-ah.” San rests his hand over Wooyoung’s, and his fingers trace over each knuckle.
“Okay, your turn.”
“I’ve thought about you since I first saw you. When you danced… We were all trainees, but you were on another level. At first, I thought I was being competitive given how much you were on my mind. But then, we got really close, and I enjoyed your company. I really loved being around you.”
“When did it change? When did you know?”
“The night when you first ran into my room,” San smiles shyly. “You never knock, Young-ah. Even after that happened, you still never knocked.”
“And now, I never have to,” Wooyoung sticks out his tongue. “So, basically, you’re saying you fell for me because my handjob was that good?”
“No, I… that was the first time I thought about you while jerking off. It was unintentional, I swear! But then you walked in, and it felt like—.”
“You summoned me with your mind?!”
“I was going to say ‘fate,’ dummy,” San pouts.
“What the hell, so long ago? I guess they were right.”
“And Yeosang was right about us being dumbasses.”
“Hey, don’t mention—.”
A soft bang against San’s door makes Wooyoung leap to his feet. Crossing the small room in two strides, he yanks the door open. Three faces plant into the floor like a bad slapstick comedy. Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang right themselves, rubbing their heads. They sit on their knees, not making eye contact with Wooyoung, who glowers over them.
“Who the fuck let you in the apartment?!” Wooyoung exclaims.
The two turn to Mingi.
“We were going to ask to hang out, but you two were having such a riveting conversation,” Mingi says sheepishly.
San gets out of bed to investigate the commotion.
“So, I’m right, I hear?” Yeosang says smugly.
“And me too!” Yunho adds cheerily.
“And what if we hadn’t been talking?!” Wooyoung shouts. “Were you going to eavesdrop on that, too?”
“Oh, god no!”
Wooyoung crosses his arms. “I guess I just need to have really loud sex with my boyfriend. All the time. Every day. Every night. And you’ll never eavesdrop on us again!”
“We really did just want to hang out,” Mingi covers his eyes.
San wraps an arm around Wooyoung’s shoulders. “Hey, give them a break. If we spend all our time together, they’ll feel left out.”
“You only want to hang out so you can flirt with Yunho and Yeosang,” Wooyoung grumbles.
“I’m still here!” Mingi attests.
San’s voice drops. “I would never flirt with them like I flirt with you, Young-ie.”
“Mm!” a small, surprised moan slips from Wooyoung’s throat as San stares him down.
“Okay,” Yeosang gets to his feet. “On second thought, we should go bother someone else.”
“How long are they going to be like this?” Yunho rubs his face.
“Sorry, guys,” Mingi says to Yeosang and Yunho as he follows them out.
As the doorway clears, Wooyoung cheekily links his fingers behind San’s head, resting his arms on San’s shoulders. He wiggles his hips as he leans in.
“Perfect,” he purrs.
“So, this loud sex every day and every night?” San’s eyebrow raises as his tongue plays against his teeth.
“Let’s see. My calendar’s pretty free right now.”
“Mine is too.”
San’s door slams shut as the apartment empties save for them.