Trust

He's Not

"You should totally come sit with us at lunch!", I interrupt Jongho's story about how he used to be friends with Yeosang during high school.

"Yes!" Yunho's eyes immediately light up. "That sounds great, we'd all like that-"

San interrupts him, whining, "I really like you, Youngie, I do-" and my breath hitches at the nickname, "but I'm not sure Yeosangie really wants me around at the moment."

I breathe normally again. Yeosang has a nickname too. Of fucking course.

"He'll get over it", I assure San. Maybe I'm slurring. I don't know. "It's not like you'll be the only two people at the table."

San slowly nods. "Mh..."

"Is that a Yes?", I want to know.

"Maybeee." He throws me a sudden, charming grin that hits me unprepared.

Despite making Yunho, Mingi, Jongho and me drink about one and a half bottles of soju each during Never Have I Ever, San has gotten his fair share of alcohol too by now. What he didn't have to gulp down during the game, he drank immediately afterwards. Now, he's at least as drunk as the rest of us – or, as he prefers to call it: 'just a bit tipsy'.

But San is definitely beyond tipsy as he rests his head on my shoulder. Wraps both his arms around me. And nuzzles his face into my neck. Holy shit. My heart skips at least two beats.

"We're coming", Mingi concludes. It takes me a few seconds to divert my attention from San to him.

"You what?"

"We're going to take you up on that offer and sit with you and your friends during lunch."

Ah, right. That's what I was asking them before.

San pulls me even closer to him, and I gulp. "You're pretty... uhm, touchy, San. Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"He's always like this." Jongho sets his beer down on the table with a loud thud and walks over to the fridge, swaying slightly. "Even when he's sober sometimes. Just make sure he doesn't cuddle you to death. - Oh shit, we've run out of beer too."

He's always like this, yeah? I turn my head carefully to observe San's face. His eyes are closed, but he's got a content smile on his lips that I just can't tear my gaze away from.

But also, I feel like my skin is burning under his touches as he pulls me closer once again.

Maybe I've drunk a bit too much. Drunk San might get cuddly – drunk Me, however... gets horny. And that's why, right now, San snuggling up to me is definitely far from a good idea. I want him to touch me like this and more – hell, I want to touch him... but even now, I know that I shouldn't.

"San", I speak to him as unbothered as possible.

He doesn't move.

"Saaaan."

Nothing.

"Sannie..."

San's eyes snap open, and the delighted smile on his lips is easily replaced by a scowl. "Don't call me that", he complains. The grip of his arms around me loosens just a little bit. Good.

"What – Sannie, you mean?", I tease him.

He nods. "Yeah."

"Why not, Sannie?"

Now he removes both of his arms around me and leans back, putting some distance between us – which is perfect and shitty at the same time. "Becauuse. I don't like it. Woo."

Oh. I actually like the nicknames he gave me. "You can call me Woo, I don't mind."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I blame my drunk self.

San snickers and latches onto my arm again. "Well, in that case... I wouldn't mind terribly if you called me-"

"Can I sleep here?", Mingi interrupts us. "There's no way I'm gonna walk back for fifteen minutes just to get into my own bed."

"Couch's free." San makes an inviting gesture towards our kitchen couch that Mingi and Jongho are occupying at the moment.

"Aw, and what about your bed, Sannie?", Yunho inquires, giggling.

"Nope." San crosses his arms. "It's already a single bed. I'm sure as hell not gonna share that with anyone of you."

"And what about a blanket?"

San rolls his eyes. "I've got an extra one. You can have it."

"One blanket for three people?"

"I think you've misinterpreted something here, Hyung", Jongho throws in. "I'm definitely gonna go back to sleep in my own bed."

"Fine." Yunho pouts almost as well as San. "I guess Mingi and I will fit on the couch together."

Mingi looks a bit overwhelmed for a second. "Um. Sure."

"Great." San yawns. "Actually, why don't we do that now? I'm kinda very tired."

Oh God – finally I can get away from touchy San. Relief floods through my veins – that is, until San latches onto my arm again. "Carry me, Woo?"

Unlike San, I do notice the knowing looks that we get from the sofa. "You wish." I free my arm from his grip and stand up. "I'm gonna clean up... - Ah wait, nevermind." When I take the first few steps after hours of sitting, I'm swaying violently from side to side.

Cleaning up can wait until tomorrow. Or until forever, in my opinion.

"You look like you need someone carrying you", San comments, getting up from his own chair and wrapping an arm around my waist for support.

"San! Stop flirting and bring your extra blanket!", Yunho shouts, and I'm thankful for the comment although it makes my cheeks heat up.

"I'm not!", San cries out, letting go of my waist abruptly. I immediately start missing his touch.

"Sure you're not." Jongho gets up now. "If you're all getting ready to sleep, I'm gonna head home now."

In an instant, San is all over his cousin, wrapping his arms around him and whining, "You really wanna gooo?"

"Yeah, I do." Jongho wriggles himself out of San's embrace. He throws me a meaningful look. "Told you he's clingy when he's drunk."

San intervenes before I can say anything: "I'm not!"