Fics like chrome and velvet

They’re toeing a line, and they both know it. Because nothing’s really official. No promises, no labels, not even a conversation about what they could be. Just the sex. The pet names that fall off Wooyoung’s lips. The nights that start with casual teasing and end with San’s voice wrecked and Wooyoung’s nails clawed into his back. And the mornings after. Those are the worst. Too quiet, too easy, the way Wooyoung will hum to himself while making coffee, like they didn’t fuck against the tool bench six hours ago. Like his mouth wasn’t on San’s throat, crying while he’s stuffed full, his breath a promise San pretended not to hear. If they pretend hard enough, maybe they can keep fooling themselves that this doesn’t mean anything. That it’s just a good time, a summer fling. That it’s not already too much. They exist in this careful little limbo—too close to be just friends, too tangled to call it casual, and too goddamn scared to say otherwise. or san and wooyo fuck and tease their feelings into realization

Fics like chrome and velvet

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