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They lose San on a Thursday.
A young boy writes a letter to his past life's lover.
San is known as the best pickpocket in the slums of the desert kingdom, being able to steal from people in the blink of an eye.
As he goes on an errand for his thief group Ateez, he accidently encounters his soulmate - Wooyoung - being pursued by the guards of the royal palace.
His whole life, San has waited for his soulmate, eager to stay with him until the ends of time. But the streets of the slums are no easy place and Wooyoung has secrets that could tug on their fragile new bond.
When San looks into his soulmate's eyes for the first time, little does he know that the pretty boy called Wooyoung will change his and Ateez' life forever.
Wooyoung and San take a drive, and Woo tests the limits of his adrenaline, again, because he’s very horny.
All Wooyoung wanted was to glimpse the San underneath the facade.
He just wanted to see San care.
"I just want to stop running."
"You will. One day," San whispers between kisses, "Not yet, but one day. I promise."
“What can I say,” San shrugs. “I like to have a good time.”
Oh God.
Wooyoung’s been on the receiving end of a look this heated multiple times, so he knows what this is. He leans back, causing his arm to brush against San’s and he has to swallow down the moan that threatens to slip past his teeth at the feeling. It’s the smallest little touch, something so insignificant that Wooyoung shouldn’t be affected. It’s something that he’s used to, but the mere slide of San’s arm against him has his entire body singing, flames licking along every inch of his skin.
“Mind showing me?”
It’s just a little room, painted eggshell blue and shades of cream.
“It makes it more spacious in here, don’t you think?”
The question had come directed up at him from two warm hands around his waist, two twinkling eyes crescented with a happiness as natural as the midsummer breeze, as the sun in the zenith of the azure sky.
San would have agreed no matter the question.
Wooyoung had never dreamed of licking an anarchy symbol before, but there was always a first time for everything.
Jung Wooyoung had pretty much given up the whole, "have sex with the love of your life" thing, and had resorted to desperate measures. He didn't think he'd ever be the one going through such a website, but here he was.
This was quite possibly the worst decision of his life.
He pressed "okay".
san would sacrifice himself to save the world. wooyoung is left to pick up the pieces when he does.
This was not what San had in mind when Yeosang had said ‘witch’.
Not at all.
Wooyoung was… dressed as a witch, alright, that part was clear enough thanks to the massive black hat on his head, Yeosang hadn’t lied.
But Wooyoung wasn’t wearing the long black dress San had been picturing in his own head for days.
No.
Wooyoung was wearing a minidress.
A minidress and black fishnet tights.
San builds Wooyoung a blanket fort because he knows something is upsetting him.
And that's when San was finally able to smell it. The sweet smell that was coming from Wooyoung. The smell of an omega in heat. Wooyoung was presenting. As an omega. In San's arms. In San's lap. While only wearing a sweatshirt and some boxers. Fuck.
The immensity of his feelings for San is proportional to the risk of being hurt by him. Wooyoung decides he has been through enough vain suffering to know he can survive being loved.
San and Wooyoung can never take a bubble bath together without things escalating.
"Where did you get that scar?"
"Don't act like you care now."
"Looks like it hurts a lot."
"Don't you remember? You gave it to me.
In which Choi San has an unhealthy infatuation with his next-door neighbor, a very pretty man that has the entire queer male population of their town wrapped around his little finger. He just has no idea that that same pretty boy next door has an unhealthy obsession with the man that watches him from across their yard, every single night, without fail.
Jung Wooyoung
A name known by too many. A name that wouldn’t cease to fill San’s mind.
No matter how many times San had seen him entering the coffee shop to order his usual hot chocolate, his reaction would always be the same – heart skipping a beat, warmth climbing to his cheeks, and a desperate need to stand up and introduce himself already.
Crushing on a cute guy was fine.
Crushing on a cute guy rumored to have killed his best friend ? Not so much.
Too bad San couldn’t care less about unfounded rumors.
ATEEZ get into a freak accident during a performance. San gets caught up in it and it causes Wooyoung to have nightmares of it.
It’s that season of the year—where omegas run and alphas chase to find their mate, and Wooyoung is about to outrun every alpha, like he always does—but perhaps this year isn't the same.
Wooyoung gets his heat during a dentist appointment.
Or, Wooyoung goes to the dentist expecting to get his teeth cavities filled; another cavity gets filled instead.
The shows aren’t the same without the cheering, but performance is as heady of a drug as it ever was.
The drop is too sharp to take on alone. They all know this—it’s probably why the dressing room and the rack for their costumes were empty when he was just there, why none of them’s seen their hyungs for the better part of the last hour, and why Jongho’s got a hand on Mingi’s thigh and Mingi’s got Wooyoung half perched on his other thigh. San understands it well, and it's why he was looking for Wooyoung to begin with.
Wooyoung has been attempting to sneak in fruits and vegetables into his boyfriend's diet for the past two weeks. San doesn't know why; a healthier lifestyle? He's already incredibly fit. To change his preferences? He's incredibly stubborn (and Wooyoung knows that). One night he refuses the green smoothie Wooyoung offers him and finds out the embarrassing truth.
San and Wooyoung couldn’t imagine being ripped apart again.
They couldn’t end up like the other ones.
They wouldn’t.
San and Wooyoung spend the night together after a day full of classes. Wooyoung, to no surprise, provokes San. Fuck those sinister and slutty Calvin Klein briefs.
"just focus on me. just you and me, no one else." he felt wooyoung rub his nose against his own as he looked into his eyes. "dance with me, san."
when the music started and san looked into wooyoung's eyes, he felt the raw passion and new sense of seduction that begged him to chase his inhibitions.
so he did.
And as his eyes flew open, looking at the ceiling in his mostly dark room, the image behind his eyelids was clear as day, every detail in his soulmate’s face evident, down to the very last mole underneath his left eye.
And San knew the name of his soulmate before it left his lips, feeling despair and horror fill his veins as realization hit his brain faster than the name could be spoken into the quietness of his room.
He willed the name down, willed the image to go away, but the tug of his soul was stronger than his will to forget about it all.
Tears slid down his face as he succumbed to the call of his soul, whispering the one name he had never wanted to say on the day of his twenty-first birthday.
“Jung Wooyoung.”
"This is a first—I’ve never had a vampire slayer disguise himself as a nun to try to kill me. I admire the dedication.”
“You knew I was a man, yet you still kissed me?”
San cocked a sly smile, his sharp fangs glinting like porcelain in the moonlight. “Well, you knew I was a man, too, didn’t you?”
A young vampire hunter finds himself dressed as a nun to lure his target, but unwittingly falls victim to his own desires instead.
Wooyoung has been in love with his best friend, San, for a long time, completely oblivious to the possibility that San feels the same too. Mutual pining and endless cuddling ensue with a generous serving of idiots being in love.
San saved Wooyoung from committing suicide at the last minute and shows him how there is more to life than what he sees.
The sound of static takes over the line for a moment. Then:
"You know I love you, right?"
Wooyoung's heart sinks.
"I'm sorry, Wooyoung. Please don't hate me for this.”
wooyoung believes in the end of the world, he believes it’s tomorrow, when the company president has called him and san out about their relationship and is most likely a signature away from terminating their contract.
he spends his possibly last night with san in the rooftop of the company building, in the cold, quiet and unwelcoming city.
Jung Wooyoung knew exactly what it looked like when someone was fucking him with their eyes. He'd been on the receiving end of desirous looks so many times that he lost count, but when those eyes happen to be those of one Choi San—his best friend and platonic soulmate—he's absolutely sure that his own eyes are playing tricks on him. There isn't a snowball's chance in hell that San would ever look at him in any way that wasn't simply admiration or platonic adoration. So why is it that every time the group is in the practice room he feels a burning gaze tracking his every movement? Things aren't adding up, and Wooyoung is determined to get to the bottom of it.
All eyes on me.
Losing San has been Wooyoung’s greatest fear for the better part of his life. Everything that comes up later in the list are just addendums to it. It’s not rocket science. It’s why he always jokes that there is no need for a psychic to read his mind. A few minutes of conversation and a brief glance at how he looks at San are enough.
San wants nothing more than to meet his soulmate, fall in love, and live the happily-ever-after fairytale like all the people around him. However, when he finally meets Wooyoung and recognizes their matching marks, he realizes that his dream of an easy love isn't going to work out the way he wants it to - namely because Wooyoung doesn't believe in soulmates and doesn't plan to fall in love with his.
For as long as Wooyoung can remember he has been a figment of people’s imaginations; a fantasy.
Wooyoung is freaked out. He didn’t think San would actually be able to tell his lips apart from the others, and his mind races with fear: Did they just out themselves? Is their career over? Thankfully, San is there to snap him back into reality.
Inspired by the concert in Milan during The Expedition Tour when San was blindfolded and made to guess the member and the body part.
“I think it’s great that we’ve been able to prove alphas and omegas can be just friends and nothing more,” Wooyoung says, cringing a little at his own words.
“Yeah,” San replies, tone flat, not looking up from his phone. “It’s great.”
Wooyoung doesn’t remember the day he first met San.
He does remember what it was like when he fell in love.
Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong have a late night chat about how to fix Woosan, who are fast spiraling out of control and leaving the group off-balance.
A brief look at woosan's evolution through the eldest members eyes.
wooyoung asks san to check whether he's a bad kisser
On a visit to the arcade with his friends, Wooyoung sets his sights on the best prize of all: San, the sweet, yet clumsy arcade employee.
a story wherein san revisits old memories he shared with the boy he used to love and the boy he used to love revisits him.
“Do you want me to call you 'kitten'?” Wooyoung hums as he works on taking off the blue lampshade.
San pauses to think about it. “Mm. Could you try ‘kitty’ instead?”
Wooyoung smiles, glancing back at him. With his free hand, he reaches out to touch his knuckles to San’s cheek and purrs, “What a good kitty, Sannie.”
Oh. San takes in a sharp breath. Okay. Yeah, he’s into that.
Wooyoung knew three things about his new coworker, Choi San.
or, Wooyoung finds out that it turns him on to be treated roughly, especially when it's by his hot coworker.
But then San's hand goes to wrap around his ponytail, still acting out whatever scene he was doing, and yanks.
The reactions in the room differ exponentially; Seonghwa bursts into laughter, the other members are shaking their heads at Wooyoung's expression and Wooyoung… Wooyoung is trying to figure out why he suddenly has a boner.
What.
Wait, what the fuck.
Wooyoung never wanted someone pulling him hard enough to fuck him back to cock, and he definitely never thought of someone putting their hands under his jaw, trapping him, because if he was really honest with himself, he would admit how a bit of a control freak he is.
But allowing San to be the person who throws his legs over his massive shoulders, who rips him apart from the inside while saying sweet fucking words and vows of love, doesn't seem so wrong.
That's why Wooyoung speeds up his movements, hitting his dry cock so hard that it soon makes him come in his pants, like a teenager in the school bathroom.
a story wherein san loves wooyoung with everything he has and wooyoung just needs a distraction.
Wooyoung feels lonely and touch-starved, and San decides to help.
San meets Wooyoung on a Saturday night in June.
Jung Wooyoung has spent just over one year in Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital, and with the regular therapy sessions, doctor’s appointments, and meds, his schizophrenia has become a little more manageable every day. However, everything changes one evening when the very demon that has haunted his dreams since childhood, transfers to his ward as a patient. His name is Choi San.
Wooyoung doesn’t think his face could get any redder. He gathers every thread of courage he can muster, reminding himself that this is San. He can tell him anything, he’s the love of his life. Plus, everything Wooyoung is into, San is into. He inhales deeply before exhaling, slowly, calming himself.
“Want you to breed me,” his voice shaky and pleading. “I want your thick cock splitting me and every drop of your cum inside. Want your babies. Please.”
This freezes San in his tracks, his mind short circuiting and his dick feeling like it’s about to grow wings and fly right off his body. Oh. Oh.
San gets bitten. Wooyoung makes a promise.
a story wherein you know the last words your soulmate will ever say to you, so you don't know you met them until you lose them.
“Promise you won’t be mad,” he said quietly. “I’ll try.” San nipped at the corner of his jaw, making him squeak. “Then I won’t-“ “I’m kidding! I promise I won’t get mad!” San grinned against Woo’s cheek, slowly trailing kisses up to his ear. Wooyoung shivered at the breath on it, whimpering slightly. “I want me and the other San to fuck you.”
After the truce between the light and dark Ateez teams, San and Wooyoung decide to spend some quality time with the other version of San.
After waking up from a fatal fall, Wooyoung develops the strange ability to freeze time and the inability to die, and a mysterious man might have something to do with it
In which, Wooyoung works up the courage to ask San for a New Year’s kiss.
Wooyoung's heat couldn't have come at a more inconvenient time. As usual, he expected to just hide out and take care of it by himself like he had always done.
What he didn't expect was a strange Alpha finding him on his own and offering to help him with his predicament.
Five times Wooyoung sought out San while on tour, and one time San turned to him.
Wooyoung’s been keyed up for weeks now, more insufferable than San thinks he’s been the last six years altogether, and San gets why, he does, but it doesn’t make it any less miserable to have to sit there and smell the entire fucking club on him. Worse when he has to see the red, blue, and violet lights bounce off that chain sitting around his neck, just a sliver of it visible under his vest.
His engagement ring’s easier to hide like that. He wears it the same way when he leaves to see his fiancé, and he doesn’t make any effort to hide it or the marks on his neck when he goes to see him, so San figures they’ve talked about it. Figures his fiancé's fine with it. Doesn’t understand why or how he can be, but his job’s to keep knives and bullet holes out of Wooyoung, not stick his business into who the papers are going to be calling his alpha in a month, a week.
A day.
Wooyoung’s eyes are dry as he watches his heart, his other half, bleed out onto the unforgiving concrete of an abandoned street, bathed in the ruddy light of sunrise.
Larkspur for love and joy and chrysanthemums longevity. San gives these flowers to Wooyoung as their time runs out.
“You said it felt like fate,” Wooyoung says. Love at first glance is a nice way of romanticizing thinking with other body parts, but San might have more foresight than either of them expected. Maybe people who are open to the idea of destiny and real life princes whisking them off their feet have the sixth sense for when it happens. “Did it feel electric? Were there butterflies?”
He crosses his legs and flutters his eyelashes suggestively, just enough to let San know he can be as serious or unserious with his answer as he wants.
“No,” San replies. He pretends to think, but not for long. “You made me laugh. I liked the sound of yours. I wanted there to be more hours in a day so that I could keep on talking to you.”
Everyone who wasted their life around here, betting, yelling and barking by the ring, knew that moment, the one when time stopped and the cheers died down, when San would look over at his manager, and Jung Wooyoung, arms dangling over the ropes and puffing a cigarillo, would decide within the span of a second whether or not San’s opponent would die.
And like any good dog would, San obeyed. He obeyed for the smile on Wooyoung’s lips when he raked in the money that their wins brought him. He obeyed for the pride in Wooyoung’s dark eyes when he looked at his lethal pet. He obeyed for Wooyoung’s hand in his hair, back in the hotel rooms that they lived in, and his name on his lips when he told him that he had done good, that San was his.
Feel, in the heart of the night The wave of hope Eager passion of life Glory path
Childhood joys Forgotten so soon A golden light shines endlessly At the end of the path.
Sadness filled San's eyes as a small, tired smile climbed on his lips. The lyrics were fitting. His childhood happiness was gone ; it probably disappeared years ago, taken away from him when he couldn't do anything to fight for it.
But here was where the song was wrong : there was no light for them. Nothing was shining. Nothing could save them.
There was no hope.
“I’m San,” San says, voice dropping in a force of habit, something that has latched onto him from years of living the same humdrum life and his lifelong acquaintance with introducing himself to people who truly didn't give a fuck about him or anything he did, introductions serving merely as a necessary evil.
The stranger looks at him for a brief moment before he tilts the disinfectant bottle into the ball of cotton, soaking it as he leans forward and presses it against San’s stitches. San grabs his wrist.
“I’m gonna need a name before you treat me, pretty boy,” San says, making sure that it doesn’t come off sounding like a request.
The stranger raises his head to meet his eyes, something like sadness pooling in his eyes, smudged black and purple distracting San for the umpteenth time this evening and whispers softly, “Wooyoung.”
It’s a pretty name for a pretty face, but San is presented with an even prettier smile, shy and curling at the edges of his mouth, lilac field for his hair and cherry blossom cheeks, as he repeats it under his breath.
Yunho tuts petulantly. “Yah, we like meat being cooked for us too! You do it for San.”
“Yeah, well, he’s in love with San,” Hongjoong says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
(Wooyoung realises some things during San’s isolation.)
It's a little ironic.
Choi San, twenty-one, owner of the floral shop nestled in between an eccentric coffee shop and a dilapidated liquor store, throwing up flower petals. There’s a laugh rising unbidden in San’s throat, and when it finally breaks free it sounds hysterical. Unhinged. He feels like he’s going to explode.
It’s how Seonghwa finds him half an hour later, bent over the bathroom floor with petals clambering through his fingertips, spilling like blood onto the tiles. The horror on Seonghwa’s face is almost comical and San can’t do anything but laugh.
“Oh, Sannie,” Seonghwa murmurs, gracefully side-stepping the petals on the floor and dropping to gather the younger boy into his arms. Seonghwa smells like fresh laundry, lemons, and cherry wine. He’s wearing a pretty, wonderfully soft sweater and the blood smeared along the seam of San’s mouth is staining the edges. “I’m so sorry.”
The apology prompts another giggle to bubble from San’s lips, because what is Seonghwa apologizing for? It’s San’s fault anyways, falling in love with somebody who was never his to begin with. Someone who will never be his.
Wooyoung takes a fox-ear headband home from a fan meeting to add to his collection.
Dating a member of your group comes with pros and cons. Pros: always together. Not a single day goes without seeing each other, whether you like it or not. Cons: no privacy to fuck. Sexual frustration builds up to the pyramid.
As if surviving graduate school wasn't hard enough, San embarrasses himself in front of the hot new barista at his favorite coffee shop after getting the hiccups in front of him multiple times. And to make matters worse (on top of looking like an idiot in front of his crush) the hiccups are apparently part of some weird snake mating behavior he wasn't aware of?
He decides the best thing to do is avoid the pretty barista until mating season ends to save his dignity and his sanity, but the raccoon hybrid has other plans.
Madrid is the dictionary definition of romantic—time has worn away all of the hard edges, softened all of the colors until the entire city looks like a watercolor painting.
San is the dictionary definition of a romantic–he sees the world through rose-colored glasses, believes the best of others, and loves to surround himself with beautiful things.
Five days off in Madrid would be absolutely perfect if it wasn’t for Wooyoung’s back.
“San,” he announces, “your morning wood is digging into my ass.”
“Then do somethin’ about it,” San challenges, voice sleepy and muffled.
“Ha ha,” Wooyoung replies, sarcastic. “Funny.”
Wooyoung notices some young idols staring at San and decides to stake his claim.
3 times that the members think they have caught WooSan in the act and the 1 time they actually do.
“We won,” Wooyoung murmurs, a consolation in a voice so gentle San thinks he could listen to him forever, but the words are their undoing.
No, San thinks. We lost.
They’ve lost more than they would have if they had died in the Games. It wouldn’t have been worth it, but the thud thud of Wooyoung’s racing heart makes San selfish.
How could I have let you die? How could I not have been selfish? Is it fair that I would kill a million tributes in that arena even if it destroyed me if it meant you’d be alive still, that you would survive?
San hasn't said a word since they left the restaurant.
San is distant, and Wooyoung grows desperate.
Wooyoung tore out the pages he had written to San months ago from his notebook and placed them in a sealed envelope. He wrote a simple message on top of the envelope:
Math tells us three of the saddest love stories.
Parallel lines have a lot in common, but were never meant to meet. Tangent lines, which had one chance to meet and then parted forever. And Asymptotes, which can get closer and closer, but will never be together.
Choi San and Jung Wooyoung were never meant to cross paths; they were much too different – polar opposites. This is how they struggle to make things right in three different lives.
The year was 1971 when astronauts Choi San and Jung Wooyoung set on to complete the first deliberate lap around the Sun in the history of mankind. A pair of hearts thumping love, taunting the Sun sitting at the edge of the sky: twice as scalding, as boasting, as proud.
Alternatively, the tale of lovers who faced peril straight ahead wearing but wings of wax and feathers, the innocence to be accepting of all pains, to renounce the world for their only one. Because a life in separation is spent mourning, and pleasing the entire world is not worth the ache of missing a soulmate for a lifetime.
Wooyoung finally wants to let San take care of him, and San likes him more than anything else in the world. The rest comes naturally.
It's Wooyoung's first anniversary of camming. Enter San, a rookie camboy, who's more than willing to guest star on his stream. It's hot, sensual and filthy—and maybe San's just the person that Wooyoung has been waiting for all his life.
San always knew when he was growing, because it always hurt the most.
Sometimes the stars aren’t as far away as they seem.
“Who are you and what did you do to S– him,” Wooyoung managed, having given up on trying to get up.
The demon laughed, now standing directly above him. Wooyoung had no chance. “Oh, but in a way, I am him,” he said. The mockery in his voice disappeared for a moment and it was perhaps even more terrifying. “I know you’ve been hurting over it. He’d hurt too, but he’s not anymore. And I’m here to ease your pain.” Then, because Wooyoung fully expected a condition, a deal with the devil: “But you have to let me.”
April 11, 2019: San and Wooyoung share their very first kiss.
Story where Jung Wooyoung failed to present as an Alpha in the year of his presenting and as a result was shunned by his affluent mage family.
Three years later, a series of wrong choices made and decisions taken under feelings of despair and loneliness, gets him abducted and puts him in a very difficult place.
His family refusing to comply with the demands of his ruthless abductors, who are wanted members of a Dark Magicians Guild, doesn't help.
San had tried very hard to not fall in love with the boy he had abducted, but the universe had different plans and they had eventually ended up as Mates.
But whereas loving Wooyoung was easy and it came naturally to San, 'keeping' the boy beside him was harder than he had ever imagined. Being the mate of the most powerful mage in all of Pangaea required San to make serious life choices, which he wasn't ready for.
Only if he knew his hesitation would result in him losing his most precious person.
When San and Wooyoung find each other again after years sailing on rival pirate ships, is to the unknown prospect of the rest of their lives — and the realization that they spent way too long apart when they could've been loving each other instead.
“I’m not upset that he’s getting married for that reason,” Wooyoung stresses, “I don’t have feelings for him whatsoever anymore. It's just - I always thought that I would find someone before him you know? He hurt me pretty bad, I wanted to one-up him in at least that. But here he is getting married in Thailand while I’m still single and lonely.”
“You will find someone that you love,” San whispers gently.
Wooyoung sighs. The problem isn't finding someone that he loves. The problem is finding someone that loves him.
or the one in which wooyoung's genius plan to not going to his ex’s wedding single is by making his best friend fake date him
Hongjoong nudges him forward. San’s mouth opens and closes several times, his brain gamely trying to find words and failing utterly. All he manages are some sounds that resemble nothing so much as a verbal keysmash. His cheeks are on fire. Wooyoung is looking uneasily between him and Hongjoong, clearly wondering what the hell is going on.
San would also like to know.
After another agonizing minute during which San contemplates joining a monastery, the military, or the mafia, Hongjoong heaves a sigh.
“What my friend here is trying to say is, he left his bag here. Have you seen it?”
It’s time for Wooyoung’s parents’ fancy high school reunion again, which means that he’s stuck going to Jeju with them again, and he’s going to see all of the other successful kids and be reminded of what an intractable, insufferable, completely-and-utterly irredeemable candidate of a mate he is again.
Thank god he has nothing to prove to them, because he’s not bringing “his alpha” this year—he’s just bringing his best friend.
Maybe San was the devil. Maybe, Wooyoung was the devil. Maybe, they were both the devil's profits. Wooyoung doesn't know anymore. He doesn't know anything. But as long as he was with San, he didn't need to know.
San was his nicotine. He'd run away with him a thousand more times if it means he gets to feel so free.
Wooyoung wakes up with a trill, stretching his long, lean body against the sheets, before he freezes. Everything’s too quiet and he’s too alone. He shouldn’t have slept this long. The sunlight shouldn’t be this dim.
His breath turns shallow. He does his best to listen, stops breathing. He pushes himself up on an elbow and rotates his head so, so slow.
His eyes land on the armchair and he gasps.
“I caught you.”
As future King of The Five Kingdoms, San is expected to have a Queen by his side to support him during his reign and give birth to his heir. When his father, the reigning King, announces his incoming marriage to the youngest son of the Lord of the South, San was expecting everything except for Wooyoung.
Their marriage promises to be an interesting one.
For one, brief moment, the alpha looks up. His gaze flickers to catch on Wooyoung’s diamond choker through the mirror.
Then it's gone and he’s smiling at the stilettos like he never looked away.
It’s then that Wooyoung realizes he’s been the target all along.
It starts innocent enough for none of them to notice what’s really happening.
The growl takes them all by surprise.
The silence is immediate. They are quiet as the quiet growl keeps sounding in the radio studio.
Hongjoong looks at Yunho to see why he’s angry but the dog hybrid seems as impressed as him. With another look around the table Hongjoong is able to see from who it’s coming from and it’s strange to say the least.
San.
San is pissed judging by his eyes narrowed and his hair standing on point. He’s in a defensive position. Hongjoong can’t understand what can have him so worked up until he follows San’s eyes to the other point of the table where Yeosang is. Especifically, where Yeosang has put his hand over Wooyoung’s.
Between school, work, and extracurriculars, San and Wooyoung have been extremely busy, and San is feeling severely Woo-deprived. When he realizes they have a Friday evening off with nothing planned the next day, he suggests they make it a special occasion. Woo agrees, and it's all San looks forward to for the next week.
Friday finally rolls around, but San quickly realizes that the night isn't going to go the way he planned.