Wooyoung rolled over his bed, his sleepy eyes turning directly to the space where his desk lamp is.
Well, it would be—if he hadn't knocked it over and shattered it into a million tiny pieces the night before.
He moaned in despair. His plans of doing absolutely nothing got erased just like that. Rubbing his face against his palm he huffed, dragging his body out of the bed.
He had to replace it. It came really handy when he studied at nights, the dormitory's lighting sucks.
Going into the bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror once, his eyes falling on the dark spots on his neck.
Choi-motherfucking-San.
Giving himself a full intended disappointed shake of a head, he stripped taking the fastest shower in the history of humanity.
He was eager to get done with this so that he could spend the peaceful day he deserved.
Throwing on a random hoodie and pants that barely suited it he walked out of the room, the end of his hair still damp.
He headed to the necessary first stop; the cafe. He needed caffeine to help him get some motivation to live this morning too.
Finishing with the self-check out kiosk he rolled his eyes. He was number 101 and the tv above the pick up counter showed 97.
Great.
He was picking on his nails to avoid falling asleep while standing before he felt hands circling around his waist from behind.
Squeaking he spun around, ready to scream for help only for the notes in his cords to freeze.
The person was no other than the ever so smug San.
With a smirk San leaned in, giving him a kiss on the corner of his lips; so fast as if he was scared of being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.
"Professor," he exclaimed, brows raised in pleasant surprise. "How come you are awake when you usually drool at this time?" He snorted, arms never loosening their grip.
Wooyoung scowled at San. "I do not drool!" He whined making San laugh. "My shirts would support otherwise." He blew a raspberry.
"Anyway, why out and about today?" He asked again.
"Just going to buy a lamp." Wooyoung replied, eyes checking the screen again.
98, seriously what are the workers doing?
"Ow," San nodded in acknowledgment. "What about you?" The younger tilted his head curiously.
"I'm always an early bird." San scoffed, nose high.
"You literally slept until 1pm the other day" Wooyoung deadpanned, eyes squinting.
"Details," San brushed him off playfully "I'll go with you." He declared, Wooyoung's eyes widening. "Why?" He half asked half whined again.
"Because I haven't had my Woo dose today. You didn't even text me yesterday either" San pouted exaggeratedly.
"Was I supposed to?" he said flatly, though his heart was already racing like a traitor.
"Yes?!" San gasped, like Wooyoung had just betrayed him. He leaned in, his voice dipping lower. "You made me miss you again."
Wooyoung's breath hitched before he could stop it.
'Number 101' the worker shouted, waking them up from that seconds long trance.
San eyed the receipt in the shorter's hand, smirking softly before pulling away to get the coffee.
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Fanfiction"Hey San... wanna fuck?" It was supposed to be enough. It was never enough.
