established choi san/jung wooyoung (ateez)

“Hey,” Wooyoung chimes in, just as you’re crossing the doorway to the living room. “Did you like the view?” Instantly, you freeze all over again. Wooyoung is lying on his stomach, resting his chin on crossed arms. Bare legs stick out from underneath the blanket, bent at the knees as his feet swing back and forth in the air; he looks at you with the deceptively wide-eyed innocence of a coquettish femme fatale. “Well? Did you like it?” he presses when you utterly fail to answer. (OR: You accidentally walk in on your neighbour having sex with his boyfriend. The boyfriend has an interesting suggestion.)