drunk on love : woosan

One

Wooyoung gulped down another glass, as the cheers around him increased. He could feel a pair of worried eyes look at him, but he chose to ignore it. Wooyoung lightly coughed, when he felt the pang of alcohol touch the sides of his throat. He then wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, and smiled. The alcohol finally took over. 

"Wooo" Wooyoung said, raising his arms in the air. He almost hit the person next to him, who only laughed in amusement. But someone in the room had had enough. San got up from his seat, and quickly walked next to Wooyoung. He held the younger's arms, and pushed them back down. 

"Let's go" San whispered into Wooyoung's ears. But the latter only whined. He shook out of San's arms, and grabbed the bottle to fill his glass again. San sighed, and decided to finally use force. He held onto Wooyoung's wrist with a tight grip, slowly placing the bottle back on the table. Wooyoung frowned, and tried pushing San away again, but failed to do so.

"What's wrong" one of their seniors asked, eyeing the two. 

"Nothing" San said, his voice low. He looked like he was about to explode, because of how annoyed he was. 

"Let the boy enjoy a few more drinks. Right?" the same guy said, as he picked the same bottle to fill in Wooyoung's glass. Wooyoung only could giggle, and pick the glass quickly to drown in the liquid. San frowned even more. 

"Sorry, but we've had enough for today" San said, as he grabbed the glass from Wooyoung's hands, aggressively keeping it back on the table. He gave his senior one last look, before faking a smile and dragging Wooyoung out the restaurant. The younger once again whined behind him, but San did not listen to it this time. 

"Sann~" Wooyoung groaned, as he bumped into San's back. San looked around to see no one standing anywhere, so he decided it would be ok to take a little break before reaching home. The taller sighed once again and turned around to face Wooyoung. 

"What" he asked, as he gently wrapped his arm's around the shorter's waist. Wooyoung groaned again, but not words this time. 

"Can we please sit down" Wooyoung hummed, his voice coming out small as a whisper. But lucky for him, San still heard him. The boy was debating whether they should go home and rest, or sit right now. But when he saw Wooyoung's state, he quickly sat with him on some stairs. San was worried as they were on some random street, drunk. Sure San was still in a stable mind, but he had still had four glasses of beer. It was important as the seniors has forced it on him. And every first year had to drink in this party. He was broken from his thoughts when Wooyoung placed his head on San's shoulder, eyes closing. 

"Oh no! Don't sleep here!!" San groaned, pushing Wooyoung off his shoulder. But he put it back. San again, pushed it away. And to his annoyance, Wooyoung put it back.

"Oh god Wooyoung let's just go home huh? Then you can sleep all you want" San said, as he stood up to glare at Wooyoung. But the younger just pouted, and made grabby hand's at San. San felt his heart melt when he saw that, but controlled his feelings. He was not going to let Wooyoung win this so easily. 

He grabbed onto the arm's Wooyoung had extended, and pulled him up. The boy stumbled, and ended up coliding into San's chest. San groaned, as it had hurt. 
What is Wooyoung's skull made of? Rock? San thought to himself. 

San then carried Wooyoung on his back, and made way back to their dorm. He struggled to open the door when they reached, as, according to him, a monkey was hanging on his back. (a/n: key words: according to him). As soon as they reached in, he plopped Wooyoung down on the bed, quickly massaging his shoulders. 

"Did you gain weight or what?" San asked Wooyoung, who only groaned in response. He then suddenly tried to sit up, but was stopped by San.

"Whoa, don't sit. It's gonna hurt" San said, as he pushed Wooyoung back down on the bed. He then sat beside him, incase the younger tried to play his tricks again. While he was wondering what to cook for a hangover breakfast the next day, Wooyoung had opened his eyes. He was more than surprised to see San hovering over him. In a drunk state, Wooyoung let his feeling's take over. 

He sat up, surprising San. When San tried to push Wooyoung back to sleep, he held onto San's jacket, and turned his body towards himself. Wooyoung in his right mind knew this wasn't right, but his drunk self was too eager. Wooyoung then slowly pushed his lips against San's cheeks. 

Cheeks. In the end, no matter how drunk he was, he could not do it. The future Wooyoung would sure praise him. 

"I like you, San" Wooyoung whispered, and immediately fell onto San's lap.