Wooyoung
Wooyoungs thighs were shaking, his back was aching and his ass was so god damn sore.
Still, as he laid in San's soft white sheets with the older covering his whole body with his own he felt unbelievable comfortable.
00:00, the clock next to Sans bed showed.
He softly ran his fingers through the athletes bleached strands as his face was snuggled into Wooyoungs neck. His arms were snuck around the youngers body, trying not to put his whole body weight onto him.
Wooyoung smiled as he felt San plant a series of soft kisses against his neck.
The older had taken such good care of his body.
Wooyoungs heart swelled with pride as he realized that all his after care lessons had actually worked on the taller.
Each gentle kiss the older placed on his neck sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Wooyoung's body, igniting a spark of desire that flickered and danced with each caress. He savored the sensation, feeling his heart swell with affection for the man who held him so tenderly.
So close.
The comforting scent of San's hair wrapped around Wooyoung, soothing his senses and filling him with a sense of peace. It was a scent that spoke of home, of safety, of belonging.
The older still smelled like sex though.
Wooyoung chuckled.
As his fingers continued to weave through San's locks, Wooyoung's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the simple yet intimate surroundings. The walls adorned with photographs spoke volumes about San's past, each image a cherished memory of him. Of his family.
His attention was drawn to a calendar hanging on the wall, its pages turned to the upcoming week. Wooyoung's eyes lingered on the date marked in bold red letters, his curiosity piqued by the significance it held. He pondered whether to inquire about it, but ultimately decided to let the moment linger, content to bask in the warmth of their connection.
Sunday, Jeju.
With a soft sigh of contentment, Wooyoung returned his focus to San, his heart swelling with gratitude for the man who held him so close.
Softly, he kissed the top of his head, earning a little groan of contentment.
"Hyung"
"Mhm"
"What's sunday? You're going to jeju?"
"Google the date. 2015"
Wooyoung frowned, reaching for his phone before quietly typing in sundays date into the search bar.
Before he could even finish typing, his phone already recommended him different headlines:
Jeju island plane crash 2015
Korean airlines 2015
Korea plane crash survivors
Jeju plane crash fire 2015
Korean airlines still flying?
Jeju plane crash reason
...
Wooyoung almost choked on his own spit as he scrolled through the different articles of that day.
"Yuqi and I will be visiting their graves", San tiredly pushed himself up from the comfortable position he had been laying in to lay down next to Wooyoung instead, "We only do it once a year. Lessens the pain"
The younger nodded, his eyes glossy as he looked at the other. He wasn't crying or anything, around San his eyes always seemed to be a little glassier than usual.
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.
Wooyoung's cheeks flushed at the playful retort, a soft smile playing at his lips as he tilted his head to gaze up at San. "The way you treat me really is confusing. I hope you're aware," he whined.
San's chuckle rumbled beneath Wooyoung's ear, a comforting sound that eased the tension from his shoulders. "I'm aware," San murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns along Wooyoung's back. "I'm sure you can keep up"
"You're such an attention whore. Aware of that as well?"
"I never really craved attention until I tasted yours~"
He nuzzled closer to the older man, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.
As sleep began to tug at his eyelids, Wooyoung felt a sense of contentment wash over him, a serene calm settling into his bones. In San's embrace, he found solace and acceptance, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside.
With a soft sigh of contentment, Wooyoung let himself drift into slumber, his mind finally at peace in the warmth of San's embrace.
This time, without an opened window.
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San
San blinked awake slowly, the gentle rays of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. As he stirred, he felt a soft tickle against his nose, and he realized that it was the strands of Wooyoung's slip-dyed hair, gently brushing against his face.
With a lazy yawn, San pushed the youngers hair aside, his fingers trailing lightly over the soft strands.
So soft after all that dying?
He must be using a damn good conditioner.
He on the other hand hated his own bleached hair. The unnatural color felt foreign and out of place, a constant reminder of the drunk decisions he had made.
With a sigh, he made a mental note to dye it back to its natural black color as soon as possible.
Lost in his thoughts, San was startled when he felt Wooyoung shift slightly on his chest, stirring from his slumber. With a soft chuckle, San watched as Wooyoung blinked awake, his eyes fluttering open to meet San's gaze.
"My neck is killing me," Wooyoung complained, his voice groggy with sleep. "Why is your chest so hard?"
San rolled his eyes at the younger man's words, a fond smile playing at his lips. "Glad I'm not as squishy as you" he teased, running a hand through Wooyoung's hair affectionately.
Wooyoung let out a soft huff of laughter, his features softening as he settled back against San's chest.
San couldn't help but chuckle at Wooyoung's dramatic protest, his laughter filling the air as he watched the younger man squirm under the covers.
"I'm gonna do my energy boost stretch now"
"Your- What the fuck are you doing?"
Wooyoung's "Energy Boost Stretch" was a sight to behold.
Holy fuck.
First, he stretched his arms high above his head, reaching towards the ceiling with a languid grace. His fingers splayed wide, as if trying to grasp the first rays of sunlight streaming through the window.
(At least that's what he described it as)
Next, he arched his back in a slow, deliberate curve, his spine straightening as he pushed his chest forward. It was as if he were trying to touch the sky with his fingertips, seeking to harness the energy of the universe itself.
(Again, that's what he said)
Then, with a smooth, fluid motion, he extended one leg out in front of him, toes pointed towards the foot of the bed. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he flexed and stretched, each movement a testament to his strength and agility.
(His words not San's)
Finally, he completed the sequence by twisting his torso to one side, his spine creaking slightly as he rotated his body. It was a move that seemed to defy gravity itself, as if Wooyoung were somehow suspended in mid-air, weightless and free.
(You get the point)
As he finished his "Energy Boost Stretch," Wooyoung let out a contented sigh, feeling invigorated and ready to face the day ahead. It was a ritual he had perfected over the years, a simple yet effective way to awaken both body and mind, and it never failed to leave him feeling refreshed and alive.
"You look like a kitten who lost it's mom"
"Bitch please, I'm not the one who lost my mom"Wooyoung whined in response, his voice exaggerated and playful.
"..."
"Too soon?"
"Nah just extremely fucking unexpected out of your mouth. That was a Seonghwa level joke"
"Because it's not trueeeee. I don't look like a kitten. I'm just taking care of my body like any grown man should do", the younger sulked, turning away from San.
San shook his head, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're such a drama queen," he teased, reaching over to ruffle Wooyoung's hair.
But Wooyoung wasn't about to back down that easily. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he stretched out his arms in an overly dramatic manner, his movements reminiscent of a cat waking from a nap.
San couldn't help but snort at the sight, his amusement evident as he watched Wooyoung's antics.
That was so painfully cringey.
Wooyoung decided to take it up a notch.
With a theatrical flourish, he stretched again, this time even more exaggerated than before, his movements bordering on ridiculous.
"Should I purr for you?"
San let out an exaggerated groan, reaching for a nearby pillow and swatting Wooyoung playfully. "Stoppp," he protested, his voice laced with mock exasperation. "It's too early for this."
"Meow"
"Wooyoung for fucks sake I-"
"Meowwwww"
"Bit-"
Sans protest quickly got interrupted by Wooyoungs lips on his, silencing him immediately.
The blonde kissed back.
There wasn't any force or rush behind it, it was a simple and short kiss. Kind of like a freshly married couple in the morning.
"You taste like shit. Go brush your teeth"
Way to ruin the moment.
...to be continued
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I'm in love with BIBI😔
Don't tell my girlfriend.
I btw realized that I haven't introduced myself properly yet so let me do it now:
My names Vinera, I'm 19 years old.
I have dark brown eyes and long brown curly hair (my friends call me pic leo (short for piccolo leone, aka little lion), I am 177cm tall and a total gym girly.
I am Entp.
I'm a fan of BIBI (no shit), Ateez (no shit), Seventeen, P1harmony and lesserafim
also honestly everyone else aswell.
I'm from Italy and grew up there, moved to Thailand to go to elementary school and then moved back to italy after it.
(My parents still haven't told me the reason lmao)
When I turned 18, I moved to spain on my own to go to university there.
I major in musical theatre and thats where I met my roommate and now girlfriend Lucía. (She's 20 now)
And they were roommates..
We've been dating for almost a year now.
Fun fact: My spanish still sucks ass.
Guess who's topping🤭
(^I've always wanted to ask that)
Now your turn! Who are youuuuu
Love you babys