Wooyoung watched San run downstairs in his pjs seeing the giant air mattresses laid outside from their window. He had to stop his demon from jumping out the window on top of them, wanting to run after him but his legs wouldn't budge.
He had to sit down, falling back down on the wooden floors staring at the ceiling. San was always beyond gorgeous but these days he looked even better. Wooyoung took a small breath, trying to picture San in a giant fluffy hoodie that made him look adorable instead of freaking hot like his shirt did.
"Wooyoung you coming?" Yeosang asked, doging Wooyoung's kick they was aimed at his butt. "Which one of you gave me a dirty mind?" Wooyoung asked, Yeosang sitting on the stairs and lying down next to him.
"You don't have a dirty mind." Yeosang said, knowing his best friend wasn't pure pure but he wasn't corrupted either. Unless provoked even then he put his partner first.
"Ah, Yeonjun found out you and San are together?" Yeosang asked, Wooyoung pouting and rolling over to side hug Yeosang. "He's so beautiful it hurts," Wooyoung admitted in a low voice, Yeosang smiling. Wooyoung didn't even hear his question but somehow Yeosang knew the answer was yes.
"He's a demon Wooyoung, he's supposed to be." Yeosang said, Wooyoung looking up at him. "That's only half of it. The way he smiles, the way his eyes light up, his cute habits," Wooyoung began, going quite as he thought about San's words, his lips, his features, his voice - "It's hard to breath when I'm around him," Wooyoung said, Yeosang's smile remaining. "In the best way," Wooyoung went on.
"I've never heard you say that about anyone." Yeosang said, scaring Wooyoung a bit. "San isn't just anyone," Wooyoung said, not sure what his feelings were. Yeah he didn't start out liking San, or admitting it to himself when he did but -
"I'm so happy for you," Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung into a full hug, letting Wooyoung lay onto of him. "Don't get scared, but I think you're falling in love," Yeosang said, Wooyoung looking up at him with a frown.
"Love?" Wooyoung asked, the word sounding so unfamiliar to him. He hadn't been in love with anyone in his entire life. Not even Changbin which was his longest and closest relationship, he wouldn't call it love. Sure he'd make sacrifices for Changbin both emotionally and physically but he'd never ever thought that he'd die without him.
Yeah he was broken af, still was, but he didn't die. If San so much lost a hair on his head... or got hurt... is that love?
"What if I went a little mad because of what happend with the demon stuff?" Wooyoung asked, making Yeosang laugh so much he could have skipped his ab workout for the day.
"Wooyoung, being in love is not being delusional, it's pretty close," Yeosang said, Wooyoung looking at him. "How would you know?" Wooyoung asked, Yeosang still smiling. How would he know?
"It only feels like it, but it dies down," Yeosang getting up, Wooyoung holding onto him since he needed a hug. "I don't think it will," Wooyoung said, Yeosang thinking about it for a second.
"Yeah with you it's probably the oppioste," Yeosang said, Wooyoung frowning. "Make sure to talk with San about what you want okay," Yeosang said, Wooyoung nodding. Yeosang hugged Wooyoung back, holding the back of his head.
"Especially if you what you want is him," Yeosang said, laughing when Wooyoung turned one hundred shades of red, hiding his face in his neck, before pushing him away.
Meanwhile San was laying down on Jongho's lap looking at the sky as everyone looked into his eyes. "They're the exact same color," Mingi said, looking down at him. San looked at Mingi, both of them looking at the sky again.
