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San is one who believes in second chances; it’s just that he’s too far gone to get his. His lungs are practically turning to stone, and without an oxygen tank and a tube in his nose, he may as well be dead on the floor.
One fateful night, he meets Wooyoung, a mysterious boy with a strange affinity for nature, whose world is a little more than supernatural. It's magical.
But even magic has its limits. San learns this the hard way.
San was blinded after a series of dreadful events that revealed his power, being that the things he pictured in his mind came true. To avoid further complications and accidental deaths, he had his sight ripped from him, even at the approval of his parents, who only ended up suffering the same fate as many before them.
Reserved, cold, and abandoned, San is turned in to a supernatural facility where he meets seven unique characters with extraordinary auras, who all make him feel like he isn't just a bearer of misfortune or a walking omen of death. There, he finds love, beauty, and hope in things that he can't see, but can feel all the same.
“Tell me something,” Wooyoung says, watching the water ripple.
San breathes in, deep, and holds it.
When Wooyoung hears a rumor about his college roommate/best friend/crush Choi San being more than well-endowed, he's not entirely sure he believes it...until he sees it.
“Who do you think the shipper fans would assume tops between the two of us?”
What.
No, seriously. What the fuck.
Wooyoung is so shocked by the question that he wonders if maybe he’d heard him wrong. Surely San wouldn’t have just asked him-
“The fuck kind of question is that?” he says.
San would do anything for Wooyoung - including rearranging his entire schedule to visit him during his Artist of the Month shoot. It's too bad they only have a thirty minute break and clear orders not to make a mess of the costume.
Wooyoung and San have been mated for several months, and Wooyoung could not be more grateful for the wonderful alpha who he could now call his own. However, when Yeonjun invites him to his birthday celebration at one of his favorite clubs, Wooyoung cannot pass up the opportunity even if San isn't able to go with him. This will be their first time apart since they mated, but it should be fine, right?
"There are so many things I want to say to hurt you. I want to hurt you, just like you hurt me. But I can't do that because I love you." "Please hurt me. Yell at me. Punch me. I don't care, just, please hurt me. I deserve it."
ATEEZ finished promotions and San takes the opportunity to spoil Wooyoung.
Wooyoung has spent the past three years glued to San's hip and the fact that they had to quarantine for fourteen days threatened to break the balance of the world as far as he was concerned.
Or it could make it perfect.
In which Wooyoung brings home an injured kitten and ends up with a demon in his living room.
Campus heartthrob Choi San has a crush on the cute nerd who hangs out at the library. Wooyoug never gave him the time of the day until one random night San and his friends decide to go to a strip club and he has a pleasant surprise when Wooyoung aka mist, comes up on stage.
it takes a hatred of TikTok and connecting lots of dots for San to realize that maybe he loves Wooyoung more than just a best friend.
san already knows. he knows wooyoung can’t return everything he gives him, and that wooyoung simply leaves him crumbs of affection when san always gives him his entire heart.
but wooyoung lets san hold him behind closed doors
It’s hours until dawn, San is asleep, and Wooyoung is thirsty.
“I know you’re not about to put your fucking toothpick of a cock inside my boyfriend’s mouth.” The newcomer says, and Wooyoung can feel goosebumps cover his entire body.
“Oh shit.” Wooyoung whispers to himself.
The year is 1985— San, a small-town bartender with a reputation for being a bit strange, decides to help his old high school crush with a little problem—namely, his abusive jerk of a boyfriend. San doesn’t care much for magic, but it's a bad, bad idea to piss off a witch.
But it turns out that blood magic is harder than it looks, and the results are… messy.
“Make me yours.” Wooyoung whines, and San is overcome by a possessiveness he’s never felt before. Something integral in his heart opens up at those words, and floods him with a different type of ‘want’ that he’s never experienced. He’s chasing this high until it’s peak, and never letting go.
Wooyoung gets a little jealous when he isn't the only one who gives San a flower while filming their variety show. He is determined...maybe a little too determined...to figure out which member also selected San.
A just-for-fun lil story not to be taken too seriously.
For a moment San just stands there, spit-shiny cock out in the open and a dazed look on his face. Helplessly turned on is a good look on him, but Wooyoung is feeling impatient. Plus, they really don’t have time right now.
Wooyoung breathes deeply, pulling in the scent of him; soap and clean linen and spicy bergamot. It’s as familiar to him as his own. He lets it surround him and tells himself that this is enough; that he doesn’t need a single thing more than this.
San hoped that Wooyoung would continue but the silence hung between them and San wasn’t sure what to say. “I don’t plan on… hurting you, Wooyoung,” he managed, as genuinely as he could. “Ever.”
Wooyoung didn’t move, his gaze still focused on a spot on his sweater. “I don’t think that’s up to you to decide.”
or, San is a siren - a mythical being with the ability to seduce whoever he wants. The problem is, he only wants Wooyoung.
“Wooyoung, he’s… He’s not alright, I don’t think. He sent me some weird texts. Is he home? Please go check on him, he’s not answering my calls or texts, please."
Wooyoung sends strange messages to San, San worries and calls Wooyoung's parents. Things are bad.
"I'll find you."
"How?"
"I'll know it's you."
It's been months since wooyoung last had his soulmate dreams, as seonghwa likes to call them. And it's not really much of a problem during the day but when night arrives, and he sees and feels nothing but emptiness and longing for a face with a mole on their eyelid, it gets agonizing.
Four times Wooyoung's friendship tattoo gets in the way of him getting off, and one time it doesn't.
“Who are you?” the boy who smiles like cherries asks.
“The Devil has many names.”
“Ah,” the boy says, because he’s young and human and just brittle enough to be strong. “So you’re the one who’s been eating our sheep?”
Wooyoung runs into an injured Mandalorian. (Literally.)
Wooyoung interrupts San’s v-live to leave a message.
It's around ten in the night, and San and Wooyoung are high off the adrenaline from the day's dance practise, unable to sleep and seated on the bed, bored out of their minds, when the suggestion first comes out of San's mouth.
"Let's play truth or dare."
Of course, it begins as an innocent game, but things never stay that way when it comes to Woosan.
Wooyoung’s cover was just uploaded to YouTube. He thought he’d be over the moon, but old self-doubt he thought he left behind seeps into his mind. He knows lying in the dark will only make things worse, but he doesn’t care. Someone does though, and he’s there to keep Wooyoung afloat.
The world is corrupted and San is no better, but his encounter with a beautiful stranger may have the power to mangle his convictions.
(or, special agent Choi San is off-duty when he meets a captivating man at the saloon. He didn't expect the stranger to be part of a resistant group he sworn to destroy years ago, and he especially didn't expect that man to be everything he was yearning for.)
Wooyoung brews a love potion. San accidentally drinks it. Yeosang never signed up for this.
It began as a challenge, harsh words snarled through curled lips, breathless moans dragged from rough kisses and even rougher handling, always testing each other, seeing how much they could take before one of them would snap.
A pirate and a naval officer reach a breaking point.
Wooyoung and San had loved each other for all their lives. But their relationship has always been on the rocks because of their bad habits. Instead of working through it, San disappears one day, leaving behind a broken-hearted—and expecting—Wooyoung.
Just as swift as he left, San suddenly comes back after two years and Wooyoung is about to learn that some love are just meant to stay.
A part of Wooyoung had hoped that he might just be able to fuck San out of his system. That he would wake up one of these days after San tired him out all night and realize “you know what, I don't want him more than this.” But that never happened. In fact it was the opposite. Wooyoung wakes up in the morning craving more. Wishing that this was the type of arrangement where he could stay for breakfast and not hurriedly go back home.
Wooyoung and San meet in the summer as children. Their families are both staying at the same beachside hotel and they have playdates since they're the same age. One day, during the vacation, Wooyoung and San see a wedding on the beach. San's older sister tells them that people get married when they are in love. That makes them have a pretend ceremony of their own and they exchange shells in place of rings. When it's time for them to part, there's a lot of tears and parents giving them empty promises of meeting again next summer.
Fast forward 10+ years and they haven't met again until both of them have been invited to wedding at the same beachside hotel.
He looked… Shit, he looked good. He looked so goddamn pretty.
Wooyoung had been eyeing this outfit for months, closing the tab on his phone every few days, only to open it again and stare, wondering if he would ever be brave enough to take the next step. It had taken him five months of deep talks with Hongjoong to press the button and buy it, and a whole more to accept to wear it. And now was the day.
or, Wooyoung wears a skirt in front of his friends for the first time (and San is smitten).
San didn’t care about life anymore.
None of it mattered anymore. Not when he could never have what he really wanted. When he couldn’t have who he really craved.
jung wooyoung is a struggling college student who suddenly finds himself taking up this 'babysitting' job with a hefty amount of cash as payment.
only...this isn't any ordinary babysitting job. and the 'baby' in question is choi san, the 25 year old ceo of choi's highlight, a well known fashion company in korea...
Wooyoung is ready to confront his stalker of three years, Choi San. Except San is not a stalker and Wooyoung is an idiot.
Wooyoung can't believe in a world without Choi San.
That boy was engraved in every part of his memory, in every waking moment they were together, in every piece of his life. Which is why he can't believe a life without San could ever exist.
So, he doesn't.
He has missed Wooyoung more than anything, even if it’s just been a few weeks without seeing each other. Their separation began a lot earlier. Almost three months ago. San knew Jihoon was behind it but he could only smile and tell Wooyoung it was okay if he couldn’t meet, that they would see each other another day even if he could see that from Wooyoung’s mouth only came out excuses. Truth is that San didn’t like Jihoon from the very beginning. When Jihoon started asking Wooyoung to distance himself from other alphas (also read, his pack), San could see the red flags waving from miles away but Wooyoung insisted it was okay (it wasn’t), that it wasn’t going to change their relationship (it did) and that Jihoon was treating him well (he wasn’t). Now, San regrets not punching Jihoon the moment he met him.
In the distance, San could hear Yunho's sunshine laugh, but Wooyoung's high pitched laugh swallowed everything and that was all that resonated in his ears.
Wooyoung was bent in half, carrying his bare stomach standing at the edge, watching San through his crescent eyes. The dull orange lamp post behind him traced the line of his body in faint tangerine, nothing on his waterproof skin but glimmering beads of water adorning tinges of small dipping suns.
Wooyoung was naked. His body, his laughter, his soul.
Every blight that stained his being was ridden, forgotten in that brief moment which San so desperately wanted it to last, forever, if he may say so. But he couldn’t, so he stared, until the eyes started to protest in stings and tears, then he blinked, releasing the shutter to frame every inch of the moment.
San was also fifteen when he realised he was in love with his best friend.
Wooyoung has a crush on a shy gamer boy, but can't quite muster up the courage to ask him out.
San didn’t show up to Wooyoung’s birthday live.
It feels so good to be taller than Wooyoung and have his arms around his shoulders, Wooyoung's around his hips, that it doesn't matter if he's losing. Though San puts up less of a fight with Wooyoung, he supposes. And in turn Wooyoung lets him in so much that it's almost an open door. So nearly what he wants that he forgets it's not, sometimes.