"Oh god. If this is how it's gonna be from now on I'm not sure if I'll be able to support this," Mingi said as he walked in, gesturing to the two of them. "you're so adorable... I think I might be sick."
They turned around, startled by the voice.
"Oh come on, you're just jealous." San retorted playfully, quickly taking Wooyoung's hand in his.
Mingi only rolled his eyes in response, a defeated look etched on his face. "Have fun, don't stay out too long and please, for the love of god, don't do anything I wouldn't do." He smiled towards them both, wiggling his eyebrows.
"So there's not much of a limit then?" Wooyoung shot back only to receive a middle finger being thrown his way, as Mingi left the room.
"Wow," Wooyoung laughed. "wanna go now before he comes back out and decides to join us?" He watched as San nodded, still wearing a smile.
San grabbed the small bag he prepared beforehand and opened the door for his date. That sounded amazing. His date. Wooyoung was his date, and only his.
Wooyoung smiled at him and walked out. "Still won't tell me what you've got planned?" The younger said, trying to catch a glimpse at whatever may be in the bag over his shoulder. San only grinned and shook his head, of course.
They left the building, walking next to each other in silence, not feeling the need to talk much. They couldn't hold hands, because they were out in public, and for the first time in a while, San wished that they wouldn't end up in endless articles as soon as someone caught them a bit too close together.
They arrived about half an hour later, in front of them an old door, held by a huge rusted chain with a lock that looked just as old as the door. Through the bars you could see a small field, and behind that, a small forest.
San grabbed the key Yunho gave him earlier and opened the door, letting a confused Wooyoung enter before him, and closing it behind them.
"Yunho's family own this land, part of their heritage or some shit, but they never really use it anymore," San explained as to how he had the key, and why he took Wooyoung to this place. "I wanted to take you somewhere private, so we don't have to look out for fans or anything."
The younger nodded and followed San, who was walking over to a large tree with a shadow beneath it, since the weather was extremely warm. He dropped the bag and pulled a blanket out, laying it on the grass.
He also got a football, some food and a few bottles of water out of the bag, and put it away afterwards.
"It's nothing special I guess." San rubbed the back of his neck. "I love it," Wooyoung smiled bright and sat down on the blanket. "We don't normally have much time for things like this, l appreciate it." A blush spreading onto his cheeks again, Wooyoung looked down.
San placed himself next to Wooyoung and his heart sped up just looking at him.
"I like it here with you, so it's worth it. I like anywhere with you actually." He confessed, trying to ease Wooyoung out of his embarrassment.
The next hours were spent with easy banter and talking about everything that came to their minds. They used the ball to play a bit and chased each other around the place, stumbling more than running because of how hard they were laughing.
They were able to let loose and just be themselves. Breathing hard, they got back to the blanket while the sky started to color itself pink. They sat themselves down, grinning at each other until they were able to breathe normally again.
Wooyoung took out his phone to check the time, surprised by the fact they'd been out for three hours already, when San snatched the phone out of his hands.
"Hey, give it back!" Wooyoung laughed, not really mad, and tried to get a grip on it.
"No, I'm the only one deserving of your attention right now." The elder laughed as well, making it obvious that he was joking.
"I was only checking the time," Wooyoung pouted, getting on his knees to reach for the phone again, which was only held away further.
Wooyoung grinned as he pushed San over, spreading himself over the boy, reaching for the phone again, but San's grip on the younger stopped him from being able to reach it. They moved around a bit, laughing while doing so and tickling each other, just to end up on their backs, both looking up to the sky.
"It's really beautiful," Wooyoung breathed, looking at the pink and purple in the sky, feeling completely at ease next to the other one. "but I still want my phone back." He grinned and turned his head to look at San, who was now turning his head towards Wooyoung as well.
They looked each other in the eyes, seconds passing by, but not being able to look away again. San was so close to the younger, he was gorgeous.
The mood changed from energetic to something San couldn't quite get a hold of. His mind was racing, but one thing was very clear; he really, really, wanted to kiss the other right now.
So San was the first to move, closing the gap between them and softly kissing the younger, giving him the opportunity to move away. But Wooyoung didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt his whole body tingling. He was kissing San and it was the most perfect feeling he ever experienced. Not even alcohol gave him a rush like that.
It wasn't Wooyoung's first kiss, and as far as he knew it wasn't San's either, but it could have been. The timing, the feelings, everything was perfect and when it came to Wooyoung, he'd gladly make this his first official kiss.
The ones before were always rushed and felt like more of a duty than a romantic experience.
Their lips moved slowly, maybe a bit scared that moving too fast would break whatever was between them right now.
When they finally moved away, they stayed close, opening their eyes and just looking at each other. Their noses nearly touching, close enough to still feel breath on their lips.
They were taking their time to process everything, wanting nothing more than to store every little piece of this moment in their memories.
Wooyoung was the first to move, pushing himself up a bit again so he was leaning over the older. He looked down to San, taking in the view. His dark hair was a mess from running around, his eyes full of awe and amazement, the black t-shirt, showing a bit of the skin Wooyoung had seen so many times before, but never the way he did now.
And he moved down, just to connect their lips again. The kiss was deeper this time, lips moving against each other as if they were dancing. Every thought that was present in their minds just a few seconds ago, now gone. The kiss wasn't as long as the first one, but more intense.
It left them breathless and full of adrenaline.
It was everything Wooyoung had wished it to be and much much more.
He looked down at San again and when he moved away, his voice quiet with a smirk on his face, "Can I have my phone back now?" and San couldn't help but chuckle.
"No," He said, smirking as well.
Wooyoung, who was still holding himself up, let himself fall onto the older, face buried in the crook of his neck, giggling. Wooyoung would be the death of him, he was sure of it. But he didn't mind, not in the slightest.
Make You Mine
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