"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 ^-^ so here's finally the new chapter! I had the most amazing weekend in ages - but that's sadly also the reason why there might be some mistakes in this chapter :/ Before I'd read your comments on the previous chapter, I was seriously thinking about doing a two-weeks (or so) time skip in here (but I like this chapter as a continuation of Woosan-moments much better). However, that means that I wrote this one rather short-term-ish and didn't manage to let my beta-reader proofread yet or anything :( (I'm definitely gonna edit it soon - I really tried hard to make it good enough to upload though; the wording etc. as it is of now is the best I could come up with so far)
To cut the long whining short: if you find any mistakes, please point them out and I'll make sure to fix them (: Have fun reading, and I hope this chapter is worth the wait regardless! Ly🧡
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When I enter San's and my flat again after dance training, San is already there, sitting on our kitchen sofa, his cheeks still flushed from the cold outside. He pouts. "You took long. I've been waitin- I mean..."
"I went grocery shopping", I reply, lifting the bag in my left hand - while my face heats up. I had hoped he wouldn't notice. I'd hoped he wouldn't be back already.
"Great, thanks." San beams at me - and then he hesitates. The smile fades from his face until he looks rather nervous. "I already ordered dinner though. For the two of us."
My stomach flutters a bit from the unexpected gesture. "That sounds good. What did you order?"
"Jjajangmyeon... It's one of your favorites, right?"
"Yeah, it's great. I like it a lot", I quickly assure him.
"Good." San exhales, sounding relieved. "It should arrive any minute, I think. D'you wanna sit?" He pats the free space next to him – and suddenly I'm feeling incredibly awkward with the way I'm standing in our kitchen, training bag slung over my shoulder and a bag full of groceries and fairy lights in my hand. "Actually... I was wondering if you'd want to watch a movie during dinner? I know you've got a lot of stuff to do for uni and everything, but I thought that just one movie might be okay..."
"I'd like that." San is smiling at me again, warm and dimple-y, and it feels like home. "We could stream something on my tablet", he offers. "Give me just a second and I'll get it!"
He's already moved past me when I manage a "Wait!" San stops in his tracks and turns to me again. "I", I take a deep breath, "I was thinking that maybe... we could watch it in my room? It'd be more comfortable than the kitchen at least. And..." I swallow. "And I bought fairy lights that I wanted to put up."
"You bought fairy lights", San echoes, and his lips form a pink, round 'o'. "For watching a movie?"
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How is a bunch of fairy lights supposed to make my room look any more inviting?
