"I trust you", San tells me, and I freeze. Does that mean that he'd hook up with me if I'd want it too?
Do I want it? Hell, yeah.
But... I'm scared.
Why?
I'm not the virgin here - San is.
So why am I the one who's frozen, unable to form a full se...
A/N: Hey everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I felt a bit overwhelmed by your feedback on the previous chapter - in the best way possible^^ I loved reading all your comments and seeing how many of you voted for it. It's so incredibly motivating, this feeling of people reading and liking and commenting on what I've tried my best to put into words - so a huge Thank You to everyone of you; everyone who read, voted for, commented on the chapters or maybe even shared it with others. (I know I'm repeating myself, but I can't help it - you guys are awesome.) Aand I wanted to encourage everyone to leave some kind of feedback - constructive criticism is very much welcome too. I love reading (and answering) comments - so maybe consider writing a comment! Or if you like a chapter, consider giving it a vote🧡
Short TMI on Trust: my sibling and I talked about San's sexuality, and we guessed that, if he were to put some labels on himself, he'd probably label himself as demisexual and omnisexual!
Okay, I'm finished with ranting now. (Although technically I'm not, because I just listened to 바다 보러 갈래 and ksdfssfd I love it, it's so good... okay, nevermind :) Long chapter ahead - have fun reading!🧡 Ly
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San feels giddy as he manages to jam the key into the lock and unlock the door on the third try. Wooyoung is standing right behind him, his breath tickling down San's neck – and Wooyoung's hands on his hips have excited butterflies erupting in San's stomach.
Leaning back into Wooyoung's chest, San takes a second to enjoy their skinship and the feeling of being hugged from behind. Then he takes a first step into their flat's corridor.
"C'mon, Woo!" Quickly, San chucks his boots somewhere near the door to his bedroom before he struts over to the kitchen and plops down on the sofa to wait for Wooyoung.
Whoa – he's kinda wasted. San giggles. Sweets and alcohol are surely one of the faster ways to get drunk; but he feels alright now. More than alright, actually – he feels awesome: he's kissed Wooyoung! And San already knowsthat he doesn't, and won't, regret it – not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.
Kissing Wooyoung was mind-blowing. It was exhilarating, awesome, perfect, and San only wants to do it again and again.
Maybe I'm a good kisser too?
San shakes his head decidedly at that thought. Not just maybe – he has to be a good kisser. Otherwise Wooyoung wouldn't have kissed him back so many times, telling him that he's amazing and everything.
Amazing. San beams at a blonde strand of hair dangling in front of his eyes. Wooyoung thinks it looks pretty! He smiles dreamily – before an especially loud thud from their corridor interrupts his thoughts. San lifts his head just in time to see Wooyoung emerging in the door frame, looking happy, disheveled, beautiful.
So, so beautiful.
"Hey." Wooyoung's lips curve upwards into a smile. His voice sounds a bit raspy – and San is one hundred percent sure that he's never heard a sexier Hey.
