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Yeosang has a crick in his neck, and it's all San's fault.
Not that San ever needs to know it. Not that anyone needs to know it, for that matter. He'll just quietly shoulder the dirty jokes from Wooyoung about the 107 possible reasons why he has to groan and rub the back of his neck and keep his mouth shut like he has for years.
Because no one needs to know about what he and San do at night.
It started with Hongjoong, truthfully, and the playlist that ended up getting him eternally banned from the aux cord. Three songs into the car ride and they had to pull over so Jongho could throw up on the side of the highway in peace. And then two songs after that, Mingi started seeing into alternate dimensions. And then four songs after that, Seonghwa gently but forcibly convinced him to hand over music duties to someone else. It's a terrible playist from the perspective of anyone who has ears, but there's one very good thing the sound of an Aprehension Machine does besides entertain Hongjoong.
It puts Wooyoung to sleep instantly.
Wooyoung is out like a light within twenty seconds of the first earth-shattering bass note and once they all make it to their final destination, Wooyoung quietly asks for the playlist so he can play it before bed. Which he does.
And Wooyoung plays the weird existial crisis-inducing music loud.
So loud, in fact, that San gets the heebie-jeebies from all the way on the other side of the room and has to leave if he wants to have any chance of falling asleep.
Yeah... That's how it started.
That's how Yeosang was aroused from his half-sleep by a figure at the foot of his bed, quietly asking if it would be ok to sleep with him tonight. And Yeosang had said ok because you can really say no to San, sort of like the way you can't say no to Yunho, and San had rushed out a promise that it would only be for a night and they had gone to sleep thinking nothing of it. A week later, San came around again. And again Yeosang welcomed him in. He learned that San would never ask more than once a week like clockwork, and it was because he didn't want to be a bother, though Yeosang isn't sure why he'd think that. He sleeps much better when he's wrapped around someone else and besides, if it were really an issue, he's never had any trouble being brutally honest with his members. And he honestly doesn't have an issue. He likes San. Yeosang likes San and he makes sure to kiss him on the head before going to sleep each night to make sure that he knows he's loved.
San has this habit where he starts at the foot of the bed, throws the covers into the air like he's trying to perform a magic trick, and scurries in under them like some weird tunneling bedtime monster. The first time Yeosang told Hongjoong about it, he thought it was weird but Yeosang just laughs and lets San cuddle up with his head on his chest. Sometimes in the summer it gets too hot and Wooyoung is listening to Fever Ray too loud which seriously creeps San out, so he wears a baggy sleeveless jersey and shorts and crawls in with Yeosang despite them both being sticky, gross messes. Sometimes Yeosang will stir in his half-awake state as their bed dips to let San get some fresh air, but even then, they're still touching. A leg crossed over his. A hand placed gently on Yeosang's back. A million small things, a million small miracles, a for him and the hours of moonlight.
And he doesn't need to know that Yeosang has an internal alarm clock that wakes him up at exactly 7:18, and that he refuses to move so he doesn't wake San up. He wants to keep him there just a little longer before Seonghwa comes to get them for the day. And every time San wakes up, he apologizes for trapping Yeosang there, and Yeosang lies and says that he's only been up for a few minutes.
So it's ok if he has a crick in his neck. It's ok if Wooyoung keeps making jokes and San bites him on the shoulder and innocently asks what he's talking about. It's ok.
Yeosang has San, and everything is ok.