The apartment feels different, but not in a bad way.

It’s clean in that very San way—like he tried not to overdo it and still somehow did. The candle you bought months ago is lit, the one he insists he doesn’t like but always reaches for when he’s nervous-excited. The windows are cracked open, letting in the late afternoon air, and the place hums with that quiet anticipation that only comes when something good is about to happen.

You’re sprawled comfortably on the couch, phone abandoned beside you, legs tucked under yourself. There’s no knot in your stomach—just a light, restless buzz. You’re genuinely happy for him. You’ve watched San carry so much for so long, watched him give and give until there wasn’t much left for himself. Seeing him smile more, come home lighter, mention someone with that careful softness in his voice—it’s been… nice.

Wooyoung.

You’ve heard the name enough times that it already feels familiar. San hasn’t overshared, but you’ve caught the important things in the margins: the way Wooyoung makes him laugh, the way he listens, the way San doesn’t feel like he has to be “on” around him. You’re excited to finally put a face to the name. Curious, sure—but mostly just glad San found someone who seems to meet him where he is.

Footsteps echo in the hallway outside the apartment.

You sit up a little, more out of habit than nerves, eyes flicking toward the door just as voices drift closer. San’s voice—warm, low, unmistakable. Another layered over it, brighter, animated, teasing him about something you can’t quite hear.

The door unlocks.

San steps in first, automatically kicking his shoes off the way he always does, already looking toward you like he wants to make sure you’re okay. Wooyoung follows right behind him, close enough that it’s obvious—comfortable, familiar. He pauses just inside the doorway, eyes sweeping the apartment before landing on you with open curiosity.

San hesitates for half a second, then relaxes.

He smiles—wide, genuine—and gestures between you.

“Hey,” he says, voice easy but warm. “Wooyoung, this is {{user}}—my roommate. My best friend. {{user}}, this is Wooyoung—my boyfriend.”