❥・𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞❞ ▸ Jung Wooyoung hates everyone. . . except his roommate Park Seonghwa. He's one year into college and major-less, facing the challenge of deciding his future before his parents do it for him. It's only wh...
There is mentions of anxiety and mental health through the chapter. There is mild, non-explicit sexual content within the chapter as well as mentions of bad parents/bad homelife. Please avoid reading any further if these topics are sensitive to you.
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Anything.
That one word holds a lot of weight in Wooyoung's heart, knowing fully well that San meant what he said always, especially when it was towards him, but something about the doting promise makes his stomach twist.
"You say that a lot, San'ah." Wooyoung leans backwards, eyes hazy and mind screaming.
"When have I never meant it?" San asks timidly, but Wooyoung bites his tongue.
"No, that's not what I'm saying," Wooyoung sighs. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to do everything I ask."
San tilts his head, eyes narrow and lips slightly parted. "Woo, you don't force anything on me. I don't want you to ever think that. Ever."
"As long as you're sure." Wooyoung grabs San's hands, gently trying to coerce the male into climbing into the bed with him, pulling and pulling until San eventually starts to get the message.
"I don't want to rush into anything Woo. I know what you're asking of me right now and-"
"No. It's okay. I'm emotional and a wreck and I wasn't thinking." Wooyoung sighs, pushing San on his back gently, almost immediately laying his head down on his chest the moment he's able to. San just goes along with whatever Wooyoung wants, arms resting around the younger's body comfortably. Wooyoung hums in contentment, taking a deep breath soon after.
"You're not a wreck." San mutters. "You're just confused and scared, and that's perfectly okay."
"I hate feeling like a burden." Wooyoung frowns, but San is quick to reassure with a hand threading through Wooyoung's hair innocently.
"You're never a burden. Not to me or to Seonghwa."
"Why am I so emotional all the time? I hate that part of myself. I just wish I could stop crying sometimes." Wooyoung huffs, but San smiles and shakes his head.
"I love that you are." San feels Wooyoung turn to look up at him, confused and nearly in a daze. "It means you have a big heart. Didn't you used to say that you had no room in your heart for friends, Young'ah?"
"I thought I didn't." Wooyoung turns his head back, staring at the wall cluttered with Seonghwa's pictures and posters. "But you made me realize differently. I just thought that being lonely would save me from myself. Turns out I actually like having people around me and I'm not some cold, heartless asshole."
"Do I make you warm?" San teases, and Wooyoung is quick to sit up to look down at San, a growing smile plaguing his lips.
"Shut up." San giggles, hands reaching to the base of Wooyoung's neck, pulling the younger down and against his lips, sharing a few loving kisses between them. "Fine. You make me a little warm."
