beg • woosan (book 2)

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Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the peaceful scene. San slowly opened his eyes, his senses coming alive to the warmth of the body draped over him and the soft, rhythmic snores that filled the quiet space. He found himself buried in a head full of hair, the familiar scent of Wooyoung's shampoo comforting him as he became more aware of their tangled limbs.

Taking a moment to savor the closeness, San felt grateful for the unexpected slumber on the couch, which now cradled their intertwined forms. He glanced down at Wooyoung, who lay on top of him, his face serene and childlike in sleep. San's heart swelled with affection for the man in his arms.

He checked the time on his Apple Watch: 9 AM. The day beckoned, but for now, San was content in the stillness of the morning. He gently brushed Wooyoung's hair away from his forehead, his fingers tracing the lines of his face with a tender touch. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on Wooyoung's forehead, the whisper of his lips murmuring a silent, "Babe."

Wooyoung's response was a muffled "Shush," as he snuggled even closer to San, seeking the warmth and comfort that only San could provide. Unperturbed, San began to pat Wooyoung's backside rhythmically with his hands, creating a playful beat that echoed their lighthearted love.

"I need to shower, Woo," San announced, his voice gentle yet firm. Wooyoung groaned in protest, not yet ready to relinquish the cocoon they had created. San's playful nature surfaced as he nipped Wooyoung's ear, eliciting a soft yelp. "Wanna take one together?" he offered, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Lifting his head, Wooyoung revealed a sleepy countenance, complete with a trace of dried drool at the corner of his lips—a testament to the depth of their slumber. "What type of question is that?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"A yes or no," San replied with a chuckle, giving Wooyoung's thigh a gentle squeeze. "I've got work to do."

Accepting the inevitable, Wooyoung rolled off San, freeing him to rise from the couch. San looked at Wooyoung with a playful yet inviting gaze and reached out for him. "C'mon, I need someone to wash my back," he teased, his hand outstretched.

Wooyoung took San's hand, the corners of his mouth lifting into a sleepy but contented smile. Together, they made their way to the bathroom.

"Was I sleeping that hard?" Wooyoung exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment coloring his words as he discovered the dry slobber on his mouth. He glanced at San's shirt, noticing a damp patch where their bodies had been pressed together, evidence of their extended cuddle session. With a swift motion, San peeled the shirt off, discarding it to the side.

"Do you feel like you slept well?" San inquired, his voice carrying a tone of gentle concern. He watched as Wooyoung wiped away the remnants of sleep from his face, then proceeded to brush his teeth with the toothbrush he had used last time, restoring a sense of freshness to the morning.

"Yeah, dreamed that I was a part of TWICE," Wooyoung replied, his tone light despite the grogginess that still clung to him.

"You're so silly," San chuckled, affectionately indulging in Wooyoung's whimsy. He stood there, comfortable in his nudity, a testament to the ease and intimacy of their relationship.

Stepping into the shower, San let the warm water cascade over his body, the steam rising and filling the room with a comforting warmth. Wooyoung followed suit, shedding his own clothes to join San under the soothing spray. The two of them, naked and unguarded, shared the confined space, the water enveloping them in a private world away from everything else.

Together, they let the shower wash over them, San reached for the soap, lathering it between his hands before handing it over to Wooyoung. "Can you help scrub my back?" he asked, turning around to give Wooyoung better access. The steam from the hot water created a veil around them, a cozy atmosphere in the confines of the shower.