Fics like Dip your hands inside my soul, Don't you see that I'm yours?

Wooyoung catches on to what’s happening way too late. San plops down on the seat next to his and tugs on his hand, placing it on top of his head. “Please,” he says, eyes already half-lidded and going slightly cross-eyed with how his cheek is squished against the table. “I could have had class,” Wooyoung says, not giving in yet. “You have afternoons off on Fridays,” San says and it’s endearing, how he still possesses control of his cognitive skills and remembers Wooyoung’s schedule even if he’s toeing the edge of oblivion. Wooyoung decides to indulge San and closes his books, moving them away so that he can lie down on the table facing San. He scratches San’s scalp, alternating between gentle and slightly harsher movements in a way he knows will turn his best friend to putty. Or, Wooyoung has been in love with his best friend, San, for a long time, completely oblivious to the possibility that San feels the same too. Mutual pining and endless cuddling ensue with a generous serving of idiots being in love.

Fics like Dip your hands inside my soul, Don't you see that I'm yours?

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