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San sat up staring at Wooyoung, who was staring at him. They were both sitting on the bed, Wooyoug sitting criss-cross while San sat in the most comfortable position for his stitches. His human hadn't said a word and frankly San was waiting for something at least. Anything would be better than the silence. "There's no other way to handle this?" Wooyoung asked, San shaking his head no. Seonghwa and Yeosang had gone to the living room to meet with Ari and fact check everything. That was ten minutes ago. "How can you trust Wilson? You don't even trust Minjun do you?" Wooyoung asked, San not hesitating to answer.
"He might have seen something important," San began. "The only reason he would tell us anything is if he saw Minjun getting hurt. And I trust him. But to a certain point," San said, Wooyoung humming. He appreciated the straightforward answers, glad that San had nothing to hide. For now at least. "He might have seen them winning too," Wooyoung said, San staring at him. There are two sides to each coin, and apparently every vision of the future too.
"You really don't want me to do this?" San asked. "Obviously. Everything seems too shady," Wooyoung said, San humming. "You don't trust shady things?" San asked, Wooyoung nodding. "I'd rather we go out on a date instead," Wooyoung said. "This morning was technically a date," San said, Wooyoung pouting. "What if I want another one?" Wooyoung asked, the two still staring into each other's eyes without blinking. San's lips tugged upwards in an almost smile, leaning in closer to Wooyoung.
"Are you using a date to get me to stay?" San asked, Wooyoung leaning in even closer. San's smile fell a bit, his heart beating faster. "I have other ways," Wooyoung said, glancing down at his lips then into San's eyes. San leaned back a little, hiding his purple eyes from Wooyoung. Wooyoung sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Why not order me to stay?" San said, Wooyoung looking up at him. "You'd stay because I asked," Wooyoung said, stating a fact that made San pout on the inside.
"What am I wearing? Are we going somewhere fancy?" San asked, giving in, making Wooyoung look up at the ceiling. When he looked down, he was wearing a giant smile, San not expecting one. "It's more casual," Wooyoung said, kissing San's cheek before getting up. He needed to get dressed too. "He's got me wrapped around his finger. Oh wait - Yunho would say I was whipped? Is that the more modern term?" San thought. Wooyoung hid his smile, opening the closet door.
He picked out some clothes and turned around to show San. "This one and this one?" Wooyoung asked, holding out a gray hoodie for San. San nodded, liking the combination of the two. Wooyoung smiled, laying them out on the bed for San, before turning around to pick out his own outfit.
San freaked out looking down at the hoodie he was now wearing not having his powers to get dressed. "Oh-" San thought, biting his lip. He didn't take his powers back. And he still hadn't talked to Seonghwa about it. In his defense, it was only for a day, and he needed to know how Wooyoung felt about him. Who could ever like him? Let alone love?
Wooyoung picked a coat in case San got cold and for himself - he chose all black but made it stylish. San's thoughts got buried as he got distracted by Wooyoung who took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bed. He slid his shirt on, looking at the mirror at the black button up.
Reminded him of what San was wearing. Wooyoung blinked the thought away, sliding the button up off his shoulder. "Do you think it's going to be cold?" Wooyoung asked, San's eyes glued to his shoulders. "I'm not sure," San said, Wooyoung humming. When he turned around, San got a perfect view of his shoulders and chest, looking away.
San cleared his throat, pulling the blanket over himself to let Wooyoung finish getting dressed in peace. "woah," San thought, Wooyoung looking at his boyfriend who was hiding under the blanket. He smiled, putting on a simple black t-shirt before walking over to San. "I take it back, if I'm invited for another shower. I'm going."
