Yunho arrived at San's studio at quarter past seven in the morning, and the moment he walked into the only rehearsal room any noise was coming out of, he was instantly met with the sound of San's surprised, yet amused snort.
'Yunho, I thought you were joking! Where the bloody hell's your shirt?'
He groaned. Still only in his track pants and sneakers, he collapsed down, exhausted against the wall. 'Don't even get me started. Did you bring something for me to wear?'
The older chuckled, giving him a suspicious expression. Walking over to his bag, he pulled out a hoodie, as well as his bottle of water. Walking them over to him, he tossed him the hoodie and let him catch the water bottle. 'I was quite surprised to get a text from you bright and early at five am. Did you run here?'
He groaned. Pulling on the hoodie over his head, he threaded his arms through the sleeves and opened the water bottle, taking a small sip to ease his upset stomach. 'I couldn't sleep.'
'Yeah, I gathered that much. Why, couldn't you sleep?'
He blinked his eyes open - hooded and frustrated in their gaze. He stared at San for a moment, before he stared down deliberately at his lap, and then back up at his friend.
And San laughed.
'Glad someone finds it amusing.'
San immediately covered his mouth. 'Sorry. My apologies, I shouldn't laugh.'
Rolling his eyes, Yunho gave in, shrugging. 'May as well laugh. I find it hilarious. Been laughing all night.'
'You sure about that?' he asked skeptically.
Looking up at him, Yunho had never felt more sarcastic in his life. 'Yeah. About as much as a Victorian lady might laugh at having her ankles bestown upon a stranger.'
San stifled a chuckle as he sat down in front of him. 'Did you try remaining calm?'
He let out a sharp extrake of air and stared at his friend as if to say really? Just really?
And San smirked, biting into his lip. 'Okay sorry, I'm having too much fun. I apologise. 'Did you try counting to a hundred?'
'I literally poured over the boringest textbook I own, in english.'
San tsked his tongue, seemingly impressed. 'Damn. Persistent. What brought it on, or should I not ask?'
Now incredibly practiced at flashing back to that moment on Mingi's bed, images flooded his head, and he groaned as he felt heat wash through him. 'Please, don't ask. Please. I cannot take this any more.' Pleaseeee stay down, pleaseeeee, he begged himself, appealing to any and every single god that would listen.
San snorted. 'Okay okay. No thinking about it.'
But as his stomach twisted, he knew it was already too late. 'I feel like I'm fucking fourteen again. Jesus Christ.'
His friend ran a hand through his hair, glancing him up and down. 'Yes you do seem to be oozing sexual frustration.'
Yunho's eyes shot open. 'I- what?!'
He shrugged as if he wasn't in the least bit regretful of his statement. 'You're literally walking testosterone. Bro, just go and beat one out in the shower and get it over and done with.'
Yunho choked. He didn't even know how to respond to that.
But his friend shrugged again as if it were no big deal. 'I said what I said and I don't regret it.'
Yunho cleared his throat, trying to keep his eyes from going even wider the more he thought about it. 'San, I am not beating anything, no matter how much I want it "over and done with."'
San's eyes stared at him with intense skepticism. 'Didn't realise you were a participant of no nut ever.'
Yunho groaned. 'I'm not- Ugh fucking, whatever.' He couldn't believe what they were talking about.
San chuckled a little, before he took a deep breath, seeming to get over his amused phase. 'I get it, Yun. You're thinking thoughts that you don't want to associate with your not-so-little problem in your pants.'
His mouth went dry and his cheeks flared at being called out.
But San pushed forth. 'It won't go away. Just go and Google some porn or something. And make sure you watch it. Close your eyes and you'll be right back to square one.'
Yunho groaned. 'This is fucked. I feel nauseous talking to you about this.'
His friend clicked his tongue and winked at him, leaning forward and slapping him on the thigh. 'It's the easiest way to distract yourself long enough for it to fuck off. Tried and tested, with the Choi seal of approval.'
Yunho gagged. 'I think I'd rather put on my dancing shoes and embarrass the fuck out of myself by learning your recital rep, and spend the morning distracting myself until I throw up from exhaustion.'
San rolled his eyes. 'Oh don't play shy with me. I've got three years on you. Just go and strangle yourself really well and fucking sleep. It's not hard.'
Yunho felt himself throb, and glancing down, his eyes widened a little as he began to notice a lump forming in his joggers...
He immediately lifted up his knees in an attempt to hide it, but San was faster, and as he glanced back up at him, he rolled his eyes. 'See? Told you it wouldn't go away. Have your useless parents not given you the talk yet?'
Yunho groaned. 'Yes. They're doctors.'
'I mean the sex talk. Not the fucking anatomy talk.'
He gave him a done look. 'What's the difference?'
'One tells you about your bits. The other tells you about what you can expect your bits to do, when you graduate through life.'
Yunho frowned. He hadn't thought about the talk since he was twelve. But the moment realised that he might be missing half the talk, he moaned in frustration. 'Are you fucking kidding me? Why must I be the last to find out everything?'
San leant back on his hands, watching him with an amused expression across his face. 'You're hysterical.'
Yunho rolled his eyes. 'I know. Watch me laugh,' he said flatly.
Just then, the sound of the door to the studio opening drifted down the hall, and a few moments later, a dolled up Wooyoung in a post office uniform poked his head into the rehearsal studio.
His smokey eyes instantly read the room, before his brows pulled together. 'Uh, morning... What's going on in here?'
Yunho felt his cheeks burn as San simply said, 'he needs to go and have a cry in the shower.'
Wooyoung's face instantly filled with a sense of surprised interest.
'Oh 👀.' Wooyoung glanced at him, back to San, and then back at him. 'Fair enough.'
And Yunho's eyes widened. 'Why?! is that fair enough?!'
Wooyoung shrugged, rubbing the inner corner of his eye with his pinky for a moment as though he wasn't in the least bit surprised, nor flustered by the conversational turn. 'Well, you are sitting on the floor of a dance studio at seven thirty in the morning covered in sweat, wearing my boyfriend's hoodie and exuding hormones. May I remind you it's only seven thirty.'
Yunho cringed. 'Is it that obvious?' he asked incredulously, staring at San.
But his friend just shrugged. 'Yeah don't let your parents see you when you sneak home- or do. Then they might actually pass on the life experience lessons you clearly could have used last night.'
Yunho's heart thudded in his chest with an uncomfortable ring to it.
'Did you try deep breathing?' Wooyoung suddenly asked as he leant against the door.
Yunho stared at him, and almost laughed. 'You're kidding, right?'
Wooyoung's glossy lips pulled into a catlike smirk as he shook his head innocently and shrugged.
'I had my goddamn window wide open, so much so that my ensuite sink froze over.'
San snorted, and Wooyoung giggled softly to himself.
Yunho watched as the blonde stepped forward, slipping his coat off of his shoulders and folding it in half before dropping it on the floor. He then moved with catlike grace as he came to join them.
But as he sat down on his heels, leaning towards him and extending a hand, he trailed his finger down his jawline, and Yunho jolted, spooked by his sudden proximity and touch.
'Naw, did little Yunho have his first adult kiss?' he breathed, giggling to himself, before dropping his finger from his skin. Letting him be, he sat down beside San, giving him a soft good-morning-peck on the cheek.
Yunho choked. 'H-how...'
'-did I know? Have you not had the talk?'
Yunho's eyes widened, and San smirked.
Wooyoung stared between them. 'You haven't?! Oh jesus will someone for the love of god give this man a talk?! Yunho, you're a medical guy, you don't need me to put dots together. You had a, I assume, sweet kiss, or whatever. Maybe you hugged, I don't know. You got flustered, and now you have hormones flooding your system. It doesn't mean anything sexual happened. At all. God, when I was twenty one, my own jeans made me hard.'
Yunho's eyes widened a little at the sudden personal reveal of the blonde, but somehow, he suddenly didn't feel as spooked as before...
He watched Wooyoung lean into San's side and nudge him. 'I made him think. Look,' he whispered with a small, triumphant smile.
And it was true. It kind of made sense that he was flooded with hormones, and suddenly, Yunho didn't feel as guilty as before.
'You poor thing,' Wooyoung cooed, letting his smokey eyes fall upon him. Yunho was trying hard to hug his knees in an attempt to remain hidden, but without a doubt he knew that it was only making him look more suspicious.
Leaning forward, the blonde poked him in the shin with one of his fingers, catching his attention. 'Yunho darling, San's too busy laughing to be of any help. If you ever find that you need to debrief, or if you want to ask questions to someone who isn't one of the boys, you can always come to me~' he said sweetly.
And Yunho was surprised how confidence instilling his voice sounded.
'Honey, I can talk girls, boys, STI's, safe sex, libido, hormones, anatomy, physiology...' He gave him a smoky eyed wink, and Yunho choked.
'Umm... I'll keep that in mind...' he replied, swallowing back his embarrassment.
Glancing at San however, he felt incredibly uncomfortable as he noticed him staring at the blonde like he could devour him right then and there.
'You sound so sexy when you talk that med lingo.'
Wooyoung rolled his eyes, putting a finger to his lips and pushing him away. 'Unsexiest thing to have ever come out of your mouth. I think Yunho's concupiscence is rubbing off on you. No pun intended.'
San moaned. 'Big words. Why are you so smart?'
'I was a sex worker. They are the vocabulary of the trade.'
Yunho's eyes widened. 'You what?' he gasped, before shaking his head. 'Nono, never mind. I shouldn't ask.'
Taking a big breath, he stood up, making sure to pull San's hoodie over himself. 'I think I'm going to take that as my cue to leave.'
San groaned. 'So soon?' he asked, but his voice was full of teasing playfulness. 'Where might you be headed so suddenly?'
Wooyoung slapped him in the chest.
But Yunho had endured far more embarrassing things that morning. Talking about porn, for one. 'To cry in the shower,' he said with determination.
San gave him an amused smirk, while Wooyoung just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, and gave Yunho a proud smile. 'Consider it a rite of passage.'
Yunho couldn't help the soft exhale of a laugh that escaped him.
'Make sure you watch it,' San called after him as he turned to walk out the door.
Yunho groaned, feeling ill. 'Whatever. I'm leaving now. Thanks for the shirt. Bye,' he said flatly.
But as he left the practice room, he heard a smooch and a giggle, before Wooyoung's tinkering voice rang out.
'He ran here?!- Ya! Yunho-yah! Wait up! I'll give you a lift~'
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