it was late at night when san had come back from a night out with everyone else. wooyoung stayed at home, because he was feeling ill and didn't wanna hold back the others from anything they might wanna do. san was drunk out of his mind—though he barely had any alcohol at all. mingi had to help him get to their room because san wouldn't have been able to even get up the stairs of their dorm.

wooyoung's eyes dart over san's figure as he watched him stumble towards the couch, sitting back next to wooyoung and leaning his head onto the headrest, letting out a low, tired grumble.

"woo.. are you feeling better?" san muttered in a slurred, tired manner as he turned his head to the side, still leaning back, his hand aimlessly caressing over woo's thigh as he sat there, waiting for a response.

wooyoung had no clue how san didn't forget about him feeling ill, but it made him smile slightly at him as he considered his answer.

"yes, i feel better. how do you feel, though? need me to take care of you?" woo asked, smiling at san as his eyes locked with san's.

san stayed quiet for a bit, his eyes shutting closed after a bit as he hummed quietly, pouting his lips a but as his hand came to a stop on woo's thigh. "drank too much." san muttered, his eyes fluttering open again, darting down to wooyoung's lips.