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‘ Yes Chris I’m not forgetting to eat I promise, also we just had ice cream! Yes, Peniel hyung bought us all ice cream, it was so good! ’.
All Wooyoung understands of the sentence Felix is currently speaking into the receiver of his phone is “ ice cream ” and the enthusiasm with which the freckled idol is saying it.
They are all sprawled on the floor of their dance studio in the last stretch of their break, enough to (hopefully) not feel too full from all the ice cream they ate before going back to practice.
The choreography for the next performance for Kingdom is incredibly demanding and complicated, but their number is supposed to be a dance showcase and they aren’t playing around this time.
There are stunts and showstopping moves that Wooyoung and the others hope will gain them a victory in their category, but it’s a lot of hard work and right now, the cool surface of the linoleum is the next best thing for the dancers to rest their tired selves on.
Lee Felix, along with Minho and Jeongin from their supposedly ‘rival group’ (Wooyoung has been friends with Changbin for so many years he can’t really bring himself to see any of Stray Kids as enemies or rivals, for him they’re all there to show their talent and have fun in the end) along with Peniel Shin, have momentarily become honorary Ateez members as they had to part ways with Hongjoong and Jongho which have been chosen to join other groups to perform two different rap and vocal numbers.
It’s a mishmash of idols and Wooyoung is honestly so thrilled to be working with so many cool and talented people he might be overly excited ninety percent of the time.
So far the group is getting along well, Seonghwa has been spotted chatting with Minho on more than one occasion, the two of them bonding over girl groups choreos and exchanging stories about their group mates shenanigans.
Also, Wooyoung has seen Minho blush more than once whenever Seonghwa would praise him for his dance moves and honestly, it wasn’t a friendship he would have seen coming, but Wooyoung was living for it.
On his part, on his first day of rehearsals Wooyoung had found himself with an armful of Lee Felix as the choreographer had walked them straight through the biggest stunt of their routine.
Felix was supposed to run along a long platform before jumping in the air and landing in some sort of attack pose on top of Wooyoung that, in his turn, was perched on top of a number of backup dancers that had the incredible task to not only hold him in the right position, but to make sure to cushion the impact coming from Felix’s jump.
Was it dangerous? Yes.
Was it absolutely crazy? Yes.
Was it incredibly cool as fuck? Also yes.
After the first try that had ended up in a wobbly landing and a pretty weak hold, San had fussed over Wooyoung for over half an hour, making sure he had felt up for it, asking if it was taking too much out of him or if he felt scared. And only after he had been satisfied with Wooyoung’s reassurances had he erupted in a almost growled ‘Yoongie you’re gonna look so fucking cool and strong I’m going to get hard on stage and it’s going to be all your fault’ at which Wooyoung had replied by dragging San to the studio’s bathroom and proceeding to make out with him for the better part of their break.
But San’s clear appreciation of the stunt aside, the thing that had surprised Wooyoung the most was just how well Felix and him were working together.
After the giggles and nervous laughters of the first few times, specially at finding themselves literally gripped onto each other and barely a breath away from smashing their faces together, they had fallen in perfect synch, trusting one another from the get go and focusing on perfecting the move in its every detail.
Felix was really an incredibly talented dancer, not that Wooyoung hadn’t seen him on stage before, but watching him up close, working with him and having the chance to actually get to know him on a personal level has been more than exciting.
Not to mention the entire duet he and San were sharing was one of the hottest things Wooyoung had ever seen in his twenty-one years of life.
Felix was a literal sunshine, and it wasn’t just another one of those adjectives that the fans liked to label them with, no, whenever the now blonde idol entered a room, it seemed like everything brightened up a but more.
He was a concentrate of cuteness and drive and passion and talent and sooner or later everyone would find themselves pulled into his orbit.
That had been pretty clear specially after, upon making sure no one had any specific allergies or dietary restrictions, the second day of rehearsals Felix had shown up with a huge container of homemade brownies and had handed them to everyone before practice, insisting on it being good fuel for all the dancing they were about to do (and to get rid of the proof in case someone’s manager was going to say something about their diet).
After that, San had been the first after Wooyoung himself to fall head over heels for the Australian, -and yes, Wooyoung is well aware his boyfriend could easily be bought with food but eh, to each his own- and Felix had quickly began to hang out with the two of them at any given chance.
Like now for example, as the blond keeps talking in his heavily accented english over the phone with whom Wooyoung supposes is their leader, Bang Chan, he is plopped down between Wooyoung and San, their legs pressing close together on the floor.
As far as Wooyoung knows (thanks to Changbin and his usually overlooked gossip flare) Felix and Bang Chan have been an item for over a couple of years now, not much longer than him and San, and if the way the Aussie’s eyes light up every time the leader name flashes on his phone is any indication, they were just as in love.
‘Okay Channie, say bye to the others for me, yeah? ’ Felix smiles, then, lowering his voice significantly, he adds ‘Miss you too, I love you, bye’ .
He ends the call as the corners of his lips quirk up with so much fondness Wooyoung feels his heart give out.
‘Uhuh I peep a familiar smile’ he teases, knocking his shoulder against the blond, pushing him enough to send the younger idol bouncing off into San’s side, as a soft laugh bubbles up from his chest.
Felix pockets his phone after giving one last lingering look at the photo plastered as his home screen, it’s a blurry and not particularly flattering selfie of him and Chan beaming at the camera, taken the last time they had the chance to fly back to Australia almost two years ago.
They have taken far better photos during their years as idols, Felix has told them one evening while showing the picture to Wooyoung and San, but something about that quick little moment, captured just before sunset, plays at the strings of his heart every time he looks at it.
‘You are so whipped you know?’ Wooyoung hears San quip, he raises a hand to poke at the softest part of Felix’s cheek, right where his freckles become just a barely-there dust of color on his pale skin.
At his words, Felix can’t help but snort, he turns around slightly and looks at the purple haired dancer up and down, quirking a pale eyebrow at him.
‘You’re one to talk’ he says ‘everyone in the industry knows the lengths you’d go for him’ he nods towards where Wooyoung is sitting on the other side of him, busy staring at his reflection on the huge mirror in front of them and trying to fix the tangled mess of his hair, now sticking up in every direction after hours of heavy practice.
San blushes all the way to the tips of his ears and throws a look across from Felix, eyes immediately softening as they rake over the features of his boyfriend’s face.
Feeling two pairs of eyes staring at him and almost boring holes into his skull, Wooyoung finally drags his own away from his reflection and stares back at the two of them, a puzzled look on his face.
‘What?’
San breaks out in a laugh, one arm reaching out to pat him on his shoulder and run up to the side of his neck, briefly grasping the soft skin there before retreating.
Wooyoung, although still looking pretty confused by the entire exchange, smiles sweetly back at San, fingers brushing against his hand as it leaves his frame, between them, Felix rolls his eyes and snorts.
‘God you two, I swear you’re making me miss Chan even more than I already do’ he whines, falling back on the floor and covering his eyes with his arms in a dramatic pose.
‘Come on Felix it's literally been just three days’ Minho chimes in as he steps closer, clearly having caught the tail end of their conversation, he nudges Felix’s arm with his foot and shakes his head as the Aussie sticks his tongue out at him.
‘Please, don’t tell me you don’t miss Han right now, I won’t believe you’ the blond retorts, and at Felix’s words Minho’s eyes widen, clearly having been hit on the right spot, as blush spreads on his cheeks.
‘...That’s not the point. You don’t see me moping and whining like a kicked puppy do you?’ Minho argues, clearing his throat and briefly glancing at Wooyoung and San.
‘That’s because you have the emotional range of a jellyfish, Minho’ Felix deadpans, and he is just quick enough to stand up and run to hide behind Jeongin before Minho’s left shoe flies past his head.
They all end up in a fit of laughter as Felix runs around the studio holding the shoe hostage while Minho limps after him to try and retrieve it.
Soon enough, the choreographer calls them all back to work and Wooyoung turns around to find San already standing up, an outstretched hand in front of him for the dancer to take.
Wooyoung lets himself be pulled upright by his boyfriend - strong, so strong - and nudges him in the shoulder, biting back a smile as San nudges back.
———
A crick in his neck wakes Wooyoung up in the middle of the night, he is usually out like a light as soon as his head hits the pillow, but tonight every little thing seems to be bothering his sleep enough to make him toss and turn between the sheets.
Behind him, San is peacefully snoring on his pillow, one arm curled underneath Wooyoung’s one (probably deadly numb by now, but San insisted on being the big spoon tonight) the other thrown over his middle, keeping the dancer firmly against his chest even as they sleep.
San never really stops cuddling, never .
But Wooyoung’s neck kinda aches now, stuck in the same position for too long, and he is thirsty and feels the unusual need to stretch out his limbs.
The idol life leaves him with aches and sore spots more times than not, but the work they are all putting into the next week’s Kingdom episode is a particularly heavier load than usual, and the stunts the choreographer has planned for him are really taking a toll on his body and he has two feet-sized bruises on his thighs to prove it.
Wooyoung is forever thankful for the love and patience his boyfriend has to massage his legs and work the kinks out of his back every night before sleeping, as if the purple haired boy wasn’t just as tired from their hours upon hours of practice himself.
He slowly untangles from the mess of limbs, careful not to wake San up; he tucks the covers back over his sleeping form and brushes away a lock of hair that has fallen over the relaxed features of his face.
Slippers on, he shuffles his way towards the kitchen, only realizing halfway there that there is a low light already on coming from the common room.
Wooyoung wonders who could still be awake in the middle of the night, he rules out their own in-house night owl, since Hongjoong is momentarily staying at the JYP dorms, so he virtually has no idea who could be occupying one of their sofas right now.
The whole idea of swapping dorms for the two weeks it would take them to prepare their performances had been a joint decision, both leaders agreeing that it would help the two groups bond and it would cut time wasted on commuting from dorms and practice rooms when they were already working on a packed schedule.
In reality, they all knew it all started because both Bang Chan and Hongjoong were well known for staying up until the wee hours of the night working and since they were taking advantage of the 3RACHA’s studio, the idea of not having to drag himself all the way back to his own dorm as the birds outside started chirping sounded pretty nice to the blond leader.
So right now the six Ateez left were housing three Stray Kids (hah, fitting) in their ranks as Hongjoong camped out in one of the other group’s rooms, away from his kids for almost two entire weeks, much to Seonghwa’s dismay.
Whether it was because he had soon realized he would be the one left in charge of them or just the idea of being away from each other for so long, it wasn’t stated.
Their parting goodbyes had been way more cheesy than the rest of them would have expected from the usually cool and collected leader, but it had been sweet to witness, even though Seonghwa had tried his best to usher them away to their rooms before kissing Hongjoong one last time.
Wooyoung rounds the corner, momentarily forgetting the reason he had come out of his room to begin with, in favor of finding out who was sitting in their common room.
He peeks his head past the wall and he comes face to face to the balled up shape of a familiar freckled idol, tucked all the way into the corner of one of the couches, a large hoodie (that looks very much like it doesn’t belong to him) pulled over his entire frame and legs so that the only things sticking out of the grey cotton are his head and the hand holding his phone.
‘Can’t sleep?’ Wooyoung asks, shuffling closer and trying his best to keep his voice down, his group mates may have grown used to his loud self but right now they have guests and he really doesn’t want to leave a bad impression to Changbin’s friends.
Felix’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice, he looks startled and Wooyoung throws an apologetic look at him as he plops down next to the blonde on the cold leather.
Felix unfurls from his cocoon just a little, fidgeting with the cover of his phone, popping it on and off from one corner of the device as his lips quirk up in a hint of a smile.
‘Uh- I tried but then Chan called’ he starts, the smile brightening up just a smidge, but enough for Wooyoung to see the fondness laced into it.
‘We talked a bit as he got ready for bed and the conversation kinda dragged along for a while, and at that point I was wide awake and couldn't really fall back asleep’ he shrugs, finally letting go of the tortured silicone and placing his phone in the front pocket of his hoodie.
‘You miss him a lot don’t you?’ Wooyoungs asks, and at this point is more of a rhetorical question, having witnessed all throughout the past few days how the younger would light up whenever his phone chimed with the sound of Bang Chan texting him or calling, or the way Felix would throw longing looks at San and him wherever he would catch them cuddling or holding hands, probably wishing he could be doing the same.
Next to him, the blond sighs, wrapping himself up with his arms and hooking his chin over his knees.
‘I’m just not used to being away from him for so long I guess.’ He muses, looking over to Wooyoung.
‘Even when we go home for the holidays we always travel together, and our families have become good friends with each other so we end up spending the time there together anyway’ he smiles softly, and the older boy can almost see the images that are running through Felix’s mind as if they were playing in front of him.
‘Plus, I might be in cuddle withdrawal. You know, the Stays don’t lie when they say that I spend half of my days draped over the rest of the members. Being away from most of them probably doesn't help and I’m pretty sure Minho and Jeongin are getting incredibly sick of me pestering them at all times’.
He huffs a laugh, so terribly endearing that Wooyoung has to actively stop himself from reaching out and squishing his soft cheeks in his hands.
‘I just- I’m not good with words so I usually just try and convey whatever I feel through physical touch. In a way it comforts me and lets the people I care about know how much I love them and would do anything for them, even if I don’t say it explicitly’ he explains, deep eyes trailing to nowhere in particular, glossed over with a veil of nostalgia and vulnerability.
On his spot on the couch Wooyoung listens, content to just let the younger speak his mind and slowly but surely open up to him.
‘Chris is the one that always knows what to say to make everyone feel better’ the blond then adds with a soft smile.
‘Ah the well known Stray Kids unofficial therapist’ Wooyoung chimes in with a soft laugh of his own, reciting the title so many people have labeled the Leader with.
Felix laughs along with him, tucking a strand of his newly bleached hair behind his ear, now devoid of any earring.
‘He is, isn’t it? I’m so happy whenever I see that the words he says to our fans have helped them in some way. Not only that, but he also always knows how to cheer us up or give all of us the kick in the ass we sometimes need to pull through a particularly hard day’.
The fondness pours from Felix’s lips so easily that the warmth of his words spreads all the way to Wooyoung.
He himself is not a stranger to what being so incredibly in love feels like, but somehow witnessing it from another person, another idol nonetheless, someone who really knows how hard the struggle of maintaining a relationship in their field is, feels almost comforting.
‘Chris gives so much, to everyone, to me . But he never asks any more from me beside what I can give him, and he’s always there to welcome me in his arms whenever I need to and I just miss that’ he sighs deeply, finally looking back at Wooyoung with an almost embarrassed look on his face.
‘I uh- I even tried putting on the hoodie he left me but it’s not the same’ he muses, gesturing towards the garment he’s wearing, a soft blush spreading over his freckled cheeks and again, Wooyoung is trying his best not to scoop him in his arms and keep the younger boy in his embrace for the rest of eternity.
‘You know, San is very much like you, and I’m not too far behind.’ Wooyoung admits, tilting his head to the side in a nod towards where the bedrooms are.
‘Oh I’ve seen videos’ the blond teases, and it takes a few seconds for the sentence to register in Wooyoung’s mind, but when it does his eyes widens and Felix snorts in his face.
‘You what- ?’
The younger idol throws both his hands, still halfway hidden by the large sleeves of the hoodie, up in surrender as he says: ‘Woosan trends literally every other day on my twitter, Wooyoung hyung’ and the dancer can’t really argue with that, they really sometimes forget there are cameras on them almost 24/7.
‘And in the past few days I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen you try to kiss Seonghwa’s cheeks or San has clung to Yunho looking like the tallest of koala bears’ Felix continues, hiding his laugh behind one of his hands.
‘...You do know I’m about to make an Australian joke right?’ Wooyoung deadpans and it’s not quick enough to dodge the pillow Felix throws his way, and it lands in his lap after hitting him square in the chest.
That spurs on an impromptu pillow fight that neither of them seems to be winning and they’re probably laughing too loudly for three a.m. but neither of them seems to be too much concerned about it, Wooyoung happy to have pulled Felix away from his gloomy train of thoughts.
When they manage to finally stifle the giggles bubbling up in their chests, they end up lying close to each other, shoulders knocked together and heads resting against one another’s, breath heavy, and in the silence, Wooyoung speaks.
‘You know, we live such a frenetic and hectic life, and having the comfort of someone’s arms to crawl into when things get overwhelming it’s a blessing I wouldn't trade with anything else.’ The idol muses, lacing his fingers over his own stomach as he speaks.
‘And I’m not talking just about San, of course I love him and he is the person I rely on the most, but I admit it wouldn’t be the same for me if I had to give up on the relationships I have with each and every one of them.’
At that, Felix turns on his spot, lying on his side towards Wooyoung, gaze focused on him to show the older he has his undivided attention.
‘Even Hongjoong, that always says I’m loud and obnoxious’ at which Felix raises a teasing eyebrow as if to say well he isn’t wrong , and Wooyoung briefly considers resuming their pillow fight.
‘He’s not the most touchy feely amongst us, but I can tell how much he cares about me, about us, how hard he works to make sure we’re all doing our best and can feel proud of ourselves. Thinking about it, no wonder Bang Chan hyung and him go along so well’ he points out, and sees Felix nodding next to him with a smile, before something cracks on the heart-shaped lips of the younger and Wooyoung feels like bringing the other Leader up has takem the blond right back to square one.
But Wooyoung won’t let that happen.
‘You know what? Bang Chan hyung might not be here, and even though I don’t have those incredibly buff arms, seriously, ask him to drop his workout routine please’ Felix snorts in his shoulder and Wooyoung knows he’s on the right path.
‘I’m a very good cuddler, certified. Plus you’ve already been in my arms more times than I can count these past few days, if it weren’t for the fact that you literally leap from a platform towards me I’d consider that cuddling. So come here’ he scoots down the sofa until he can open one arm towards the younger, patting his chest with his free hand as an invite.
Felix looks hesitant for a moment, but he slowly but surely crawls closer and all but throws himself in Wooyoung’s arms, tucking his head in the crook of his neck and grasping at the soft material of the other’s sleeping t-shirt.
As soon as Wooyoung’s fingers begin carding through the strands of his hair, Felix pretty much melts against the older idol, sighing softly and closing his eyes to focus on the warmth spreading from the body underneath him, on the faint smell of body wash still lingering from the shower Wooyoung took earlier. It’s comforting, it’s grounding, and it’s everything Felix needs to feel like himself again.
They both stay quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room the rhythmic in and out of their breaths and the silky noise of fingers weaving through hair, Wooyoung feels like he could almost fall back asleep like that.
‘Thank you, really, this means a lot to me’ Felix's voice comes muffled by where his face is still buried in his shoulder, and he sounds so soft that something pulls at Wooyoung’s heart.
‘No need to, you can always come to me whenever you feel like it. San as well, he might not know this about you yet but I assure you, everything that involves cuddles pretty much finds its way to Sannie, he’s like a magnet or something’. He points out, feeling Felix smile against him.
‘Plus he’s not going to be able to resist you, you’re too cute’ the older adds, temporarily halting his ministrations to poke at the blond’s cheek teasingly.
‘Hyung-‘ it comes out as a whine but before Felix can add anything else Wooyoung pats him on the head and tucks him closer.
‘Hush. Cuddle time’ he orders, and with another deep sigh coming from the bundle of clothes buried on his side, they fall silent once again.
Wooyoung thinks he might have dozed off at some point when he hears the shuffling of another pair of slippers on the linoleum as it approaches the common room, he briefly wonders if it’s morning already but the darkness still enveloping his surroundings, along with the big clock hung up on the wall, tells him it hasn’t been more than half an hour.
Felix is still silent at his side but the rhythm of his breaths is not telling of whether he is sleeping or not, the shuffling comes to a stop and Wooyoung glances over to see San standing in the doorway, hair mussed from sleep and a lost look on his face.
‘Wooyoungie?’ He croaks, the nickname scraping up against his dry throat as Wooyoung gestures him to come closer with his free hand.
‘San-ah, what are you doing up?’ He asks once the purple haired boy is close enough for him to speak quietly, just in case Felix actually is asleep.
‘You didn’t come back to bed’ San pouts, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he stifles a yawn.
‘Sorry Sannie, someone needed a bit of comfort’ he nudges towards the boy in his arms, and at his movement Felix stirs up, untucking his face from Wooyoung’s neck to peer up at San with a sleepy look.
The boy in front of them just looks from the blond’s face to his, and tilts his head to the side adorably. Wooyoung almost swoons at how cute San can be at times.
‘Lonely?’ He asks, heavy eyes locked onto Felix and the other boy just nods, rubbing his freckled cheeks against the fabric of Wooyoung’s shirt.
At that, San simply nods back, toeing off his slippers and plopping down on the sofa on the other side of Felix, curling up against his back and throwing an arm over the younger’s middle, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with the hand Wooyoung has resting on his own stomach.
Felix briefly loosens his hold on his shirt, enough to loop his arm with San’s before going back to his position buried in Wooyoung’s neck, behind him, San nuzzles in the soft fabric of the blonde’s hoodie and tucks his legs closer.
‘Now you’re not anymore’ he murmurs, and with a deep sigh, promptly falls back asleep.
Wooyoung is not sure how long he stays like that, simply watching the two sleeping figures next to him with the blossom of a smile on his lips, he just knows that when he does fall back asleep, it’s with an incredible warmth fizzling in his chest.
Sleeping almost an entire night on the couch is less than ideal, and the next day the three of them are loudly complaining about back pain and crooked necks, but neither regrets a single thing, specially not Wooyoung and San upon seeing Felix back to his loud, sunshiny self as he smiles at the two of them from across their practice room.
After that night, Felix as usual always waits for Bang Chan to call at whatever ungodly hour he and Hongjoong decide to leave the studio, he tells him all about his day and listens to the sound of Chan’s voice telling him how much he can’t wait to see him again, and Wooyoung and San silently leave their room door unlocked.
And if most nights a certain freckled idol ends up tucked between the two of them underneath the sheets, that’s only for them to know.
———
They’ve just finished up with taping their performance of ‘Wolf’ and after catching their breaths and spending way too much time hugging and screaming at each other to let out all the pent up adrenaline, San and Wooyoung are the first two to leave for their dressing room.
It’s their private one, where they can change and talk and spill water all over themselves carelessly without the pressure of the camera tracking their every move.
It’s not that they ditched the others per se, but there’s always that after performance electricity buzzing between them and San can’t really risk devouring Wooyoung’s mouth where cameras could still pick up on that, even though he almost comes pretty close a number of times.
They’re stumbling hand in hand through the corridor and as soon as the door comes into view, Wooyoung is being shoved inside and pressed up against it, breath catching in his throat as San sinks a hand in his hair and pulls, angling his face upwards as red lips claim his own. It’s messy and dirty and everything they need after a performance like that.
Their clothes are sticking to their skin and there’s sweat rapidly cooling down his back but Wooyoung couldn’t care less, San’s weight against his body is grounding and he takes a hold of the lapels of the other’s jacket and slots their lips together once more, opening them up and licking deep and lustfully into San’s mouth.
‘You have no fucking idea’ the other starts, dipping down to kiss at the juncture of his jaw, teeth nipping at the salty skin between rushed words ‘how hot you looked climbing up those dancers’ he adds, laving his tongue against the same spot and Wooyoung moans so loudly and desperately he really hopes the rooms next to theirs are empty.
He reaches down to palm at San’s abs underneath the jacket, fingers dipping down the waistband of his cargo pants and hooking around it to give him the grip he needs to yank the other boy close to him, but before it can escalate any further there’s a loud knock on the door and the two of them spring apart, breath labored and eyes glossed over with so much want, but sadly that will have to wait.
San steps away to go find a bottle of water to down in one gulp as Wooyoung straightens up his clothes and turns around to open the door, expecting to see the others coming back from the stage.
But when he opens up instead of the hues of black and gray of their performance outfits, he is greeted with the stark white of the Dior ensemble the ‘Mayfly’ have donned for their song.
Bang Chan smiles up at him and steps closer to envelop Wooyoung in a bone-crushing hug, when he pulls away, patting his back, it is to reach out to San and give him a high five.
‘You guys! That was so fucking incredible! You killed it!’ He congratulates, going off on this and that detail as Wooyoung leans back against the table and he and San blush furiously at the intense praises.
‘Oh- sorry I didn’t realize I barged in here when it’s not even my dressing room uh- I was looking for Felix?’ The older apologizes suddenly, hand coming up to rub at the back of his head and Wooyoung is briefly very distracted by the way the muscles of his arms flex at the movement, and a quick glance towards San next to him is enough to know his boyfriend had been doing exactly the same thing.
God, Bang Chan is ripped . And while being only as tall as Hongjoong basically.
Their train of thoughts is interrupted by the sound of someone running down the hall and soon a blond flurry of grey and black clothes is popping into the room, Felix is smiling so hard his eyes crinkle at the corner and it’s absolutely adorable.
‘Channie! You’re here!’ He screams, and the next thing Wooyoung knows, Felix has launched himself in Bang Chan’s arms and is being lifted in the air as if he weighed nothing.
Well actually Wooyoung knows Felix really almost weighs nothing, as their stunt has taught him.
When Felix has both his feet planted on the floor once again Bang Chan goes off about how much he liked the dance number, how awesome everything was and how fucking insane could you be you could have hurt youself, are you crazy!?
‘But Channie it was so cool! And I really trust Wooyoung hyung, he has never dropped me once, he’s really strong!’ Felix replies, throwing a glance at him as Wooyoung preens at the compliment.
Next to him San slithers up his side, mouth dropping next to his ear as he seductively whispers ‘Oh Felix you have no idea just how strong’ and Wooyoung has to physically remove himself from San lest he does something stupid.
Like begging his boyfriend to bend him over the table where their friends have left their clothes.
Wooyoung glances back at the two idols still cooing at each other, and as he looks at them, their body language gives a familiarity that he knows way too well.
Bang Chan’s arms are fully circling the entirety of Felix’s waist, hands grasping at the fabric of his sweater and eyes raking down his entire figure, as if they’re taking in everything that is being presented in front of them. On his part, Felix has his fingers splayed over the other’s chest, teeth worrying at his lower lip as he listens to every word coming out from his leader’s mouth.
But there’s more to it, Wooyoung sees it, a want that bubbles underneath the surface that has to be squashed down because they’re not alone, a need pulling at them after two weeks of not seeing each other and having to restrain to reach out, to touch how they actually want to.
Wooyoung knows the feeling, and as soon as the scene registers in his mind he’s reaching for San’s hand and is tugging the both of them towards the door.
Felix tilts his head to the side as he looks at them with a questioning look on his face, but Wooyoung simply puts his hand on San’s back - his muscular, strong, back - and nudges him over the threshold, but before following him outside he turns around and winks at Felix.
‘Don’t worry, we have your back’ and he has just enough time to see the look of sheer gratitude and love Felix throws his way before closing the door behind him.
As soon as they feel Yunho’s voice echoing from the corner, Wooyoung raps twice on the door before poking his head inside to warn the couple that people are coming back.
‘Hey lovebirds, time to wrap things up’ he quips, and then stares lovingly at where Felix is standing, fully enveloped in Bang Chan’s arms as the older peppers an infinite number of kisses on the soft skin of his cheeks, almost as if trying to match the number of freckles on his skin.
The blond looks at him with a smile that could literally power the entirety of Seoul for a year, and once again Wooyoung finds himself so incredibly fond of this boy that he now understands why Felix is loved by so many people and fans.
‘Thank you, Hyung’ he bows his head a little before turning back and leaving one last kiss on Bang Chan’s lips and breaking apart, walking towards him and San and all but flings himself in their arms.
He can already hear Yeosang and Minho teasing them for being shameless but Wooyoung can’t find himself to care as he tightens his hold on Felix and San all together.
———
It’s almost a week later when a delivery man leaves quite a large box at their front door addressed to San and him, and as he rips open the packing tape he can see from the shipping label it’s from JYP.
Inside, there’s more snacks, candies and chocolate Wooyoung and San could eat in a year (well, if that’s a challenge ...) along with countless packets of their favourite Ramyun, and a single note from Bang Chan.
Wooyoung opens it up as San takes a hold of his hips and tugs him to sit on his lap while trying to hand-feed him a marshmallow.
‘Thank you for taking care of my sunshine - B.C.’
Wooyoung smiles and places the note back in the box, turning around and tucking himself closer to San, nosing at his cheek and pressing kisses to the freckles dotting the side of his neck.
San kisses the crown of his head and pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth - when exactly had he opened another box? -
‘I really hope we’ll get the chance to spend time with Felix again’ he says with a mouthful.
Wooyoung fishes his phone out of his back pocket and opens the camera app, he smashes his cheek against San’s and throws a finger heart as his boyfriend pulls a cute face and snaps the picture.
He sends it to Felix with the caption “Your cuddle buddies miss you already!” with a bunch of heart emojis and after not even a minute he gets back a selfie of him and Bang Chan smiling at the camera that says “Miss you too, hyungs!!!” .
Wooyoung smiles fondly and pockets his phone, going back to peppering kisses all over San’s soft cheeks.
‘Yeah, I really hope so too Sannie’.