No matter where | Woosan

Settle

Like he had the whole galaxy in them.

Wooyoung broke the eye contact and pointed at a wall tattoo instead.

"What does that mean?"

"Amicus ad aras?"

"Yeah"

"No idea. My brother had it in his amazon cart so I decided to put it on my wall"

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"And you never once decided to look up its meaning?"

"I don't really care about the meaning. It's just a sticker on my wall, not like I'm gonna get it tattooed or something"

That sounded reasonable enough for Wooyoung to just snuggle into the covers a little more, turning his attention away from the letters.

The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows across the walls as Wooyoung lay beside San, their breathing the only sound in the quiet night. Despite the late hour, Wooyoung found himself wide awake, his thoughts drifting as he gazed at the man beside him.

The elders eyelids drooped with the weight of exhaustion, his features softened in the dim light.

Wooyoung couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he studied the older man, his heart aching with the desire to stay by his side a little while longer.

Snuggling closer to San's chest, Wooyoung felt the warmth of their proximity seep into his bones, comforting and familiar.

So familiar.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should disturb the peace of the moment, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

"Do you want to sleep?" Wooyoung murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced up at San, searching for any sign of discomfort or reluctance.

He would have to leave if that was the case.

San's gaze met his, heavy with weariness yet filled with warmth. He nodded in response to Wooyoung's question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Well, he should start praying that the night wasn't that cold because then the walk home would be uncomfortable.

Especially freshly fucked.

As Wooyoung began to sit up, preparing to give San the space he assumed he desired, he felt a gentle tug on his arm. Startled, he turned to look at the other, his brow furrowing in confusion at the unexpected gesture.

"Where do you think you're going?" San's voice was soft but firm, laced with a hint of teasing as he held onto Wooyoung's arm, preventing him from leaving.

Wooyoung's heart skipped a beat at the question, his mind reeling with uncertainty. Was San inviting him to stay? Did he actually want him by his side? Like... For real?

For real for real?

That would be new.

"I-I thought..." Wooyoung stuttered, struggling to find the right words to express his thoughts. "I didn't want to intrude... I mean, I can leave if you want..."

San groaned.

Wooyoung couldn't suppress the flutter of warmth that spread through him as he tugged him back into his embrace, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar sensation of being cradled against the older man's chest.

That was a damn muscular chest.

As San's words washed over him, Wooyoung couldn't help but chuckle softly, the sound muffled against the fabric of San's shirt. "You've slept in my arms before. What made you think you shouldn't do that again?" San's voice was tinged with amusement, his breath warm against Wooyoung's hair.