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Wooyoung knew three things about his new coworker, Choi San.
- He was an angel to everyone in the office –
- – except for Wooyoung.
- And he was insanely, unbelievably hot.
It began on one sunny Monday when Wooyoung made his reluctant way to their small company, a two-story building sandwiched between a dingy restaurant and a drug store in one of the less busy parts of the town. The weather was way too nice to spend the day locked up inside, but Wooyoung was only to find out that he would have something – or rather, someone – else to brighten up his workdays.
His name was San and his desk was in the IT office, the one next to Wooyoung’s, the transparent door allowing Wooyoung to see him from the break room on the opposite side of the hallway. San had his black hair swept back from his forehead, revealing his piercing gaze and concentrated frown as he watched what Yunho was showing him on his computer, likely tutoring him on how the company operated and what his position was going to entail.
Wooyoung sighed to himself. Hopefully that position would be on top of him.
He cradled his steaming coffee cup in both of his hands while observing them from afar, deciding what his next step was going to be. Maybe he could try a slow approach, talk him up, be friendly, maybe drop subtle hints, but Wooyoung hated being subtle and San was too hot for him to hold onto his patience. With his looks, San definitely didn’t have to struggle to find a partner, even if it was just for a night. So really, Wooyoung shouldn’t waste any of his or San’s time with formalities.
“Whatcha got there,” Yeosang said as he entered the break room with a cup to wash in the sink.
“Is Hongjoong already going through a midlife crisis that he suddenly started hiring hot people?” Wooyoung said, his gaze still on San. Hongjoong was the owner of their slowly growing company and in charge of the hiring process too, and although Wooyoung wouldn’t want to question his leading skills, he would have definitely appreciated it if the new employees were people closer to his age. Just because it was easier to find new friends that way. Yeosang twisted his neck to glance in the direction as well.
He looked back at Wooyoung with a knowing smirk. “Ah, yes. I was waiting how long it would take you to spot him. And given you came just a couple of minutes ago…”
“Three minutes and twelve seconds.”
Yeosang hummed in acknowledgment, narrowing his eyes. “Your eyesight is getting worse, then.”
Wooyoung scoffed, only then tearing his gaze away from San to look at Yeosang. “Don’t distract me, this is important.”
Yeosang chuckled and started washing his cup with a shake of his head. “I heard that Choi San is very unattainable. Yunho told me–”
“That’s the most perfect name,” he almost moaned before taking another sip of his coffee, already working a plan in his head. “Even his name is hot. Unbelievable.” Yeosang only chuckled; that was how he communicated with Wooyoung whenever words were no longer sufficient. It happened, even though Yeosang was Wooyoung’s best friend and they were usually well in sync.
“So, are you gonna go talk to him?”
Wooyoung sputtered. “Are you crazy? Of course not. I have to give him the fair chance to notice me and introduce himself because he just can’t resist.”
He said the last two words while looking up into the clouds of the bad paint job on the walls of the break room – just because he liked the dramatic effect, and not because the damp yellow circles on the ceiling were particularly enticing to look at. He looked away before he could get disgusted and grinned at Yeosang to confirm that he was confident in his plan.
Wooyoung was more than displeased to hit his 3 PM slump without San having so much as passed by his office. He hadn’t seen him in any of the shared office spaces, not in the hall nor in the bathroom or the break room. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought San was purposefully avoiding him. Luckily Wooyoung was generous with the benefit of the doubt and decided that it was, after all, San’s first day at work and he was likely overwhelmed by everything to properly appreciate his new coworkers.
Still, Wooyoung couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when he went into the break room for his caffeine refill and saw San still at his desk, hunched over some documents with a pen in his hand.
It was a nice hand, he had to admit. He took a mental picture to refer to later.
Seonghwa interrupted him from his train of thoughts when he joined him in the kitchenette, placing his mug next to the whirring coffee machine. It took him one look at Wooyoung to know he was contemplating something big.
“What’s with that frown? Are you slipping off your game?”
“Am not,” he whined, slapping him playfully on the shoulder. “I’ll have you know my weekend was amazing.”
Seonghwa mirrored his smile and Wooyoung’s mood momentarily shifted back to excitement.
“I met this rich guy who took me to his penthouse. A penthouse, Seonghwa,” he began even though Seonghwa hadn’t asked. “Dude had a fucking jacuzzi in the living room.”
“Show me the golden ashtray you stole and I shall believe you,” Seonghwa offered and Wooyoung only scoffed. He would never lie about his hook-ups and he wasn’t lying about that one either.
“He didn’t smoke,” he said. “But he did blow me, if that helps.”
Seonghwa hummed in response, a little smile on his lips as if he was proud. “So why do you look like it wasn’t good?”
“Why do you always assume it’s about guys? What if I’m really down because of work, huh?”
Seonghwa was taken back, already starting to stutter: “No sorry of course–!”
“I’m just messing with you,” Wooyoung giggled instantly, making sure Seonghwa smiled again. He opened his mouth to start explaining his predicament when a thought overcame him that he maybe didn’t want Seonghwa to know he was struggling to get San’s attention. Wooyoung was maybe unsure of some things but his dignity wasn’t one of them and he preferred to keep it untouched. He shook his head to dismiss the thoughts, placing his hands on Seonghwa’s shoulders. “Enough about me, I wanna hear about you.” Seonghwa opened his mouth but Wooyoung continued. “Have you talked to the new guy yet?”
“No?” Wooyoung sighed. “Do you mean San?” Seonghwa asked, a little bit too loud and Wooyoung’s hand instantly flew up to signal that he should be quiet.
“Shh! No need to shout,” he said, turning around briefly to check if San wasn’t by any chance watching them. He wasn’t.
“I haven’t talked to him yet but I heard he’s pretty laid back.”
Wooyoung hummed, looking in San’s direction again. If he was laid back then Wooyoung’s job would be easier.
“Actually, do you wanna go and introduce ourselves?” Seonghwa offered after a brief moment of silence. Wooyoung glanced at him to see him looking into San’s office too. Interesting.
If Seonghwa initiated an introduction, it would look like it was him who was enthusiastic to talk to him. And Wooyoung would keep his air of nonchalance, verging on impudence that had always brought him what he desired. It was nothing but simple reverse psychology and Wooyoung used it to his worst advantage.
So after pausing to think, Wooyoung nodded, shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t even really care. “Sure, why not.” And only to mess with him a little: “What, you have a crush on him?”
Seonghwa spluttered. “No, do you?”
Wooyoung ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He received a look but then Seonghwa dismissed it entirely, beckoning Wooyoung to walk. This was happening, Wooyoung was finally going to talk to San. He took a deep breath, smoothing down his clothes with the hope that he looked sinfully enticing enough for first impressions. San had to know what he had been missing his entire life and when the right moment would eventually come, Wooyoung would give it to him.
In the worst-case scenario, San was already taken. And Wooyoung had confirmed multiple times that nothing was ever set in stone.
“Hello,” Seonghwa said shyly after knocking on the glass door that was wide open, allowing them to step into the office freely. San turned on his chair to look at them, first making eye contact with Seonghwa, then barely glancing at Wooyoung.
It made him shudder. It was the first time he’d seen San from this up close and he looked even hotter. It didn’t matter he barely acknowledged him, he would realize his mistake soon enough – at least Wooyoung hoped.
“You’re new here,” Seonghwa continued, attracting gazes from Yunho and Mingi who sat in the IT office with San. “We just wanted to introduce ourselves,” he motioned to Wooyoung with a shy hand. “I’m Seonghwa. I work in marketing.”
San gladly took his hand to shake it, giving him a wide smile that reminded Wooyoung of the sun itself. So San wasn’t unapproachable at all, he was soft and welcoming and that meant easy in Wooyoung’s book.
“Nice to meet you,” San said with honey dripping from his voice and Wooyoung briefly glanced at Seonghwa to see how he would react. He almost rolled his eyes when he saw the tips of his ears go red. Seonghwa wasn’t hard to impress and Wooyoung had learned that within days of meeting him, only having to bat his eyelashes once before he was riding his dick with so much passion he drove him to tears and two full orgasms. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”
“I’m Wooyoung.”
San turned his head to look at him but his expression changed, going from sunshine to the eighth circle of hell in the blink of an eye. He raised an eyebrow and for the first time in a while, Wooyoung felt threatened. His heart skipped a beat.
“I work here,” he heard himself stutter and his cheeks started burning when he realized how awkward he had to sound – “I mean, in legal. I’m a lawyer, somehow, with a degree and everything, yeah.” He was now flailing his arms, I should stop talking right now; embarrassment tore his confidence apart, leaving his plan in shambles on the floor. He hoped to join it soon when he was going to lay on the carpet to reconsider his life decisions.
San chuckled.
Chuckled.
“Nice to meet you,” he said and it sounded pitiful. He reached out his hand, eyeing Wooyoung with a suppressed laugh. “Wooyoung from legal, somehow.”
Wooyoung shook his hand, only belatedly realizing his palm was damp with sweat. He rubbed them over the sides of his slacks as Seonghwa patted his back. “I see you have a lot of work, so I’m gonna leave you alone, but I’ll see you around?”
What was happening to him? Was he really slipping off his game?
He felt the hand on his back nudge him and that brought him back to reality. San had his eyebrows raised, looking at him like he was waiting for him to embarrass himself again. Luckily, Seonghwa saved him. “Wooyoung will see you around, too.”
They exited the office with Wooyoung’s brain still evaporating from his ears. Seonghwa’s smirk was burned into the backs of his eyelids as a reminder of his failure while they walked back to the kitchen where Wooyoung poured himself a tall glass of ice-cold water.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he muttered bitterly after downing his drink in one long gulp.
Seonghwa laughed.
Two weeks passed and it was just like that – all Wooyoung’s attempts at getting closer to San were doomed to fail the second San looked at him, with contempt for something Wooyoung hadn’t done or at the very least wasn’t aware of. It didn’t make any sense to him. What was it that made him change his attitude the second Wooyoung spoke up?
They would be sitting in a meeting, all of them as equals, reporting on the current projects or giving their opinions on their firm’s future plans and Wooyoung would watch San’s reactions to everyone – he would be all smiles and ‘good job’s but the second Wooyoung would speak, he would frown. He would scoff. He would look at Yeosang as if to say, ‘you hear that bullshit?’
“Can you please, just hear me out for once,” Wooyoung snapped one day, slamming his pen down on the table. The entire room looked at him with shock and that made him re-think whatever he was going to say. He took a deep breath but when he looked back at San, he was punished with a smirk. A smirk, as if Wooyoung needed to be punished for his overt confidence.
Something moved in him. He would call it anger, but it laid deeper, hotter, lower.
“Is there anything wrong, Wooyoung?” Hongjoong stepped in with a worried voice. Wooyoung resisted the urge to point at San, he didn’t want to create bad blood from the throbbing in his abdomen. He cleared his throat.
“No, it’s fine,” he managed and crossed his legs. “It wasn’t anything important.”
His head spun when he realised what San had done – shut him up with a mere sneer. Wooyoung was anything but submissive, both in social situations and in bed, not that he had ever met anyone that would make him want to submit. He simply wasn’t used to being told what to do and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it now.
Thing was, two weeks was an awfully long time for Wooyoung to not get what he wanted. He would have expected the time period to ruin the magic, to make San unattractive or worse, a platonic friend who he had no interest in sleeping with, which, in his head, would be a true tragedy for someone as good-looking as San. But the wait made San even more irresistible, even hotter and mysterious, an enigma that Wooyoung wouldn’t mind spending entire nights with in order to solve.
“Why did you snap at him like that?”
It was him, Yeosang and Seonghwa standing in the break room, clutching their cups of caffeinated drinks of choice and chatting after the meeting was over. Wooyoung was scrolling through his social media when Seonghwa asked, making him glance up from the screen to meet his gaze.
Yeosang scoffed from somewhere next to him. “You just looked at him like he accused you of a war crime.”
“He asked me as if it were a war crime,” Wooyoung whined. “You really can’t see how rude he is to me?”
Seonghwa furrowed his brow. “San?” Wooyoung nodded. “He’s the literal sun. You are just seeing things.”
“Are you kidding me? Like when he comes into our office in the morning and says ‘Good morning Yeosang! Good morning Jongho! Wooyoung.’” He tried his best to imitate the high pitch of San’s nice voice before frowning to say his name.
Seonghwa looked to Yeosang in question, waiting for him to confirm or deny. Wooyoung looked at him too, seeing him rummaging around in the fridge for his lunch box.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yeosang uttered, completely void of any emotion.
Wooyoung, carefully balancing a cup of coffee, threw his free arm into the air. “You liar. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Have you gotten laid recently?” Yeosang retrieved a green plastic box, setting it onto the counter before folding his arms in front of him, looking at him like a scientist would inspect a rare species of fish.
“Why does everyone keep asking me?”
Wooyoung had, in fact, not gotten laid – in precisely two weeks, the same as San’s short history of working at the firm. But for Wooyoung, it was an excruciatingly long dry spell. The last time he hadn’t gotten laid for two weeks was when he’d caught the flu and was bedridden the entire time, the stench of his sweat not even remotely sexy and his libido below zero. But that was for reasons completely out of his control and by the time he got healthy, he already had a couple of guys from a dating app lined up to go on dates with.
This time, Wooyoung’s dry spell was his own doing only, from the way he now dismissed guys at bars after work to the fact that he was ignoring said dating app, no amount of hot singles in his area able to satiate the craving for a certain coworker’s dick.
“Wooyoung, I cherish you way too much as a friend to pretend you weren’t practically drooling all over the table in that meeting,” Yeosang said, a self-indulgent smirk creeping up on his face when their gazes met.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Yeosang was the type of person that would never suck up to him, and that was why their friendship was so strong. Wooyoung liked having someone to balance out his personality. “Is there anything wrong with that? I have eyes.”
Yeosang clicked his tongue. “No, of course not. It’s just funny to see you not get what you want for once.”
Seonghwa laughed and Wooyoung sent him a deathly glare. “It’s whatever,” he said, and tried to mean it. There were other times that he had failed in getting into somebody’s pants, but it was usually because his target was straight or way too drunk. San was not only ignorant to Wooyoung’s advances, he was completely disregarding him as another hot person his age. He set down his empty cup and folded his arms, feigning disinterest in the entire matter as he shrugged. “I bet his dick isn’t even that great.”
“It is,” Seonghwa sighed.
Wooyoung nearly dropped the cup. Seonghwa was looking at the ceiling, daydreaming. Wooyoung wanted to throw up. “What!?”
Seonghwa shrugged, refusing to meet Wooyoung’s gaze as he inspected his nails. There was a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.
“You slept with him!?” Wooyoung said, half whispering, half screaming. “With this San!?”
Yeosang snickered next to him. “You aren’t the only one who has eyes, Wooyoung.”
“But… But!”
Seonghwa leaned forward, looking at him with sparkles in his eyes. “You’re missing out. It was mind-blowing. He is huuuge.”
Wooyoung stared at him speechless for a moment, trying to process the information. A daydream of a completely naked San forced its way into his head and he had to bite his lip to not moan out loud. He quickly dismissed the image in favor of not getting laughed at.
Yeosang pointed at his face, looking at Seonghwa. “About as big?”
“Yeah, he could fit him with no problem.”
With horror, and a faint twitch in his pants, Wooyoung shut his mouth when he realised Yeosang was pointing directly at it. Yeosang chuckled, watching as his face turned hot and probably bright red, before patting him on the shoulder.
“See? Finally something to shut you up,” he said and Wooyoung knew it was with no real bad intent, in fact he would have laughed were the conditions different. But right now, Wooyoung was two weeks without another man’s dick and that, in his opinion, was no joking matter.
But even with all those things considered, he couldn’t help but to imagine how the weight of San’s dick would feel on his tongue. And if he really was that big, how it would feel to choke on it, to have saliva dripping down his chin as he tried to shove the entire length into his throat, and despite his reluctance to submit, Wooyoung wondered if San would be the type to grab his hair and fuck his face until he would be a mess of tears, spit and come–
But Wooyoung wasn’t the type to submit, so it didn’t matter. He didn’t need San’s attention anyway, now when he knew how rude he was. It wasn’t tempting in any way to find out if Seonghwa was telling the truth. In fact, Wooyoung didn’t care the slightest about how big San’s dick was, or if he would ever consider putting it inside of him.
It was at that moment when San walked into the break room, greeting Yeosang and Seonghwa with his signature smile; he gave Wooyoung nothing but a curt nod. He headed right to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of some kind of health drink.
“Hey, Sannie,” Yeosang said and Wooyoung wanted to gag. Sannie?
“Yeosang, hi!” San beamed, shaking the bottle in his fist. His fingers gripped the bottle in such a way that made Wooyoung’s head spin, it was too easy to imagine that he was holding something else instead, flicking his wrist up and down at his waist level… Not that Wooyoung was watching. “What are you guys talking about?”
Wooyoung watched Yeosang’s reaction only to see him smirk mischievously. “Do you think Wooyoung talks too much?”
His face burned and his insides twisted into a knot. San chuckled, one hand in his pocket and one holding the drink as he turned on his heel to face Wooyoung. The sound of his heart pounding against his ribcage filled his ears as San made a confident step towards him, caging him against the kitchen counter with a single additional step and the piercing gaze he fixed him with. Wooyoung didn’t dare to glance away, he felt like defenseless prey about to meet his fate in the jaws of the predator – yet, he felt himself harden in his pants.
“He does talk a lot,” San uttered and something moved in Wooyoung at the way he talked about him, as if he weren’t even there. But his eyes were still on him, watching with a devilish smile as if he knew exactly how it was making him feel.
Then his gaze flitted up and down. He was checking him out, shamelessly in front of his friends who weren’t even saying anything and he briefly wondered if they were just as scared, or if they were enjoying it – just as San was. Wooyoung watched as San darted out his tongue, wetting his lips in a way that could only be described as pornographic. He forced himself to look away only to see San already watching him.
“He seems awfully quiet today, though.”
Wooyoung shuddered at the tone of his voice, husky and so close to him that he could almost feel it on his skin. San was still talking to Yeosang, still addressing Wooyoung in the third person but this time it was much quieter, as if it was mainly for him to hear. He wanted Wooyoung to know it was for him.
He gasped for breath, realizing he’d been holding it the entire time. San winked, and turned away.
“I love that shirt, Seonghwa,” he said off-handedly, his tone back to the usual, almost cutesy pitch. He resumed shaking his health drink and Wooyoung watched with his mouth agape as he left the kitchenette.
The first person he looked at after that was Yeosang, holding in laughter with his lips pressed tightly together, eyes sparkling with victory. So he looked at Seonghwa only to find him smoothing down his shirt, smiling to himself with his cheeks dusted pink.
“It’s just a white shirt,” Wooyoung objected weakly but Seonghwa only glanced up, shaking his head lightly as if to say ‘so what?’.
“I can see your boner from here,” Yeosang noted.
“No you can’t.” Wooyoung stomped on the cheap linoleum flooring, violently enough to leave a dent, scoffing. “I have a lot of work, so if you’ll excuse me,” he said before jutting out his chin, turning around with another thump of his heel and leaving the break room, faster than the shame could travel. He went directly to the bathroom.
It was only about two days after the break room incident, as Wooyoung named it in his head, after which San wasn’t just in his wet dreams and horny daydreams, Wooyoung was jerking off in the office’s bathroom stall just because San had stood too close to him – it was an all-time low, and Wooyoung needed to act.
However, things piled up, as they always did. There was a deadline he had to meet with the project he had been working on and everything that could’ve gone wrong went horribly wrong, which was how Wooyoung found himself hunched over his desk at seven in the evening, finishing up his work by the time he was usually already at home. There was no one else in the office, it was a Friday evening so even Hongjoong had already left and the cleaning staff had finished just a couple of minutes ago.
Wooyoung sighed as he saved the progress on his project, closing his laptop with relief that he’d managed to finish before the weekend. He put the laptop into his backpack, cleaning up the papers scattered all around his desk with highlighters and colorful post-it notes and a small collection of dirty mugs. He put the papers back into the file that he’d taken them from and took the highlighters – his own ones – into his bag. He knew that Yeosang liked stationery as well and didn’t want to lose his favorite pens just by leaving them carelessly on his desk.
He picked up all of the mugs and carried them to the kitchen, once again confirming to himself that the entire floor had left as he walked through the quiet hall, glancing into the other offices. He put the mugs into the otherwise empty dishwasher and closed it shut with a click. That was when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye.
Through the glass door of the kitchen he saw straight into the office that was on the other side of the hallway – the IT office, with San still inside.
Their eyes met and, in what Wooyoung assumed was a moment of weakness, San smiled at him.
Smiled.
Something broke in him, but then San looked away, back at the computer screen.
Was it that when no one else was looking, San had no reason to be mean to him? Was it all an act?
It made him even more confused. But maybe this was just the right moment to ask San if he had any problem with him. Maybe they would be able to solve it and Wooyoung wouldn’t have to suffer every day from the rudeness and the blue balls he’d gotten each time.
Before he could make up his mind he left the kitchen and knocked on the door to San’s office, letting himself in right away. San looked up from his work again, meeting Wooyoung’s gaze.
“Hey,” Wooyoung said but this time, San didn’t smile. He was stone-cold again, raising an eyebrow and it gave Wooyoung goosebumps. All of the butterflies he had gotten from that one smile instantly died and turned into anger. He took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
San stood up wordlessly from his chair and instead leaned against the table with his arms folded in front of him. Wooyoung briefly wondered if it was a way to put them at an even level, or if it was yet another part of his act.
“I just don’t get why you gotta be so mean to me all the time,” Wooyoung said, frustration seeping from his voice. But once he began, he couldn’t stop. “You’re constantly rude to me. You don’t greet me, you laugh at me, hell sometimes you don’t even acknowledge I’m in the same room. You straight up ignored me when I tried talking to you yesterday. And I’m so fucking tired of it. I haven’t even done anything! From the very moment we met you’ve been treating me like absolute shit and I just want to know what I did to deserve it.”
He was out of breath by the time he’d finished, he was flailing his arms around like an unruly child but he was tired of San’s attitude, so he was willing to put his composure aside as long as he would get his point across.
San kept looking at him for a while after he finished before he chuckled. He rested his palms on the edge of the table, lifting his chin to assert dominance.
“Sit down,” he said, simply but with enough confidence to make it clear it wasn’t negotiable.
Wooyoung looked at the empty chair he was pointing at and sat down.
The little smirk on San’s lips made him realize he’d just mindlessly obeyed San’s order. He’d submitted without thinking and the fire behind San’s eyes prevented him from moving. He was clenching his muscles to hold himself still, skin tingling with anticipation.
“It’s funny you say it like that,” San eventually said with a humorless laugh in his voice. “When I don’t know what you did to deserve me being nice to you.”
Wooyoung was frozen in place and the words didn’t quite register in his brain. What did San even mean by that? He licked his lips, breathing through his mouth as the blood in his veins turned electric.
San noticed his confusion but it was likely just fake sympathy when he stood closer to him, looking down at him with hands in his pockets. “You go around the office like you own the place, all confident that everyone will just bend over backward for you, hm?” He leaned forward, staring straight into his soul. “In reality, Wooyoung,” he smirked, “you’re just a brat.”
Any thoughts that could have been running through his head suddenly evaporated, leaving Wooyoung tense and hot between his thighs. He could hear his own heartbeat, was San really insinuating what Wooyoung hoped he was? San was watching him closely, waiting for an answer, and Wooyoung didn’t want him to think he wasn’t up for… whatever San was up for. “No. No I’m not,” he choked out weakly, cursing at himself for being so affected by a single word.
San, however, acted like he hadn’t heard him. “You’re just a spoiled brat who needs to have his attitude fucked out of him but can’t even ask for it.”
Wooyoung gasped, audibly and enough for San to hear it, not helping the embarrassment that was rapidly settling in. He had never in his life experienced someone treating him this way, not in a context like this with someone as painfully hot as San, lecturing him as if he really was the brat he’d said he was. He shuddered. He couldn’t even shake his head that no, he wasn’t a brat; all he could do was part his knees to alleviate at least some of the pressure in his pants.
San probably saw the movement as one of his hands found its way into Wooyoung’s hair, carding through his fringe to halt in the crown, and pull. He heard a strained moan and with horror realized that it was his own. He was hard, still a little bit shocked from the sudden turn of events but aroused like he hadn’t been in a long time. “Are you a brat, Wooyoungie?”
He pushed his knees back together, chasing any kind of friction. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life as San held his gaze, a silent threat to be good. So he nodded, only barely as San’s hand was still in his hair, but hopefully enough. San smiled and Wooyoung would swear he saw the devil. “Say it. Say you’re a brat. Beg for it.”
Wooyoung had never had to beg. His previous partners had always given even before the clothing started to come off and it wasn’t rare for them to beg; he clearly remembered how Seonghwa had begged him when they’d hooked up, it wasn’t unlikely that Seonghwa had begged San as well so maybe they were both just so used to it. And Wooyoung wasn’t going to switch just like that.
On the other hand, his dick was pressing against the zipper of his pants and San was barely even touching him, the fingers in his hair the only taste of his strength. Wooyoung would love to feel the same force on his hips while slamming himself down onto his cock.
“Fuck me,” he breathed out a compromise, keeping his pride but still voicing his consent.
San only chuckled, but he was smiling too, glad that Wooyoung was playing along – in a way. “That’s not a very nice way to ask, now is it?” It was condescending, but Wooyoung found himself even more aroused. What was happening to him?
“I’m not gonna beg.”
San smirked and his gaze fell to his mouth. Wooyoung watched as he licked his lips but nothing could’ve prepared him for when San leaned forward and kissed him, crashing into him with the force of a tsunami. Wooyoung registered it belatedly, closing his eyes as he kissed him back with excitement. Despite their situation the kiss was no less passionate, hot and messy with how San’s hand held the back of his head to keep him in place, pushing his tongue into his mouth to remind him who was in control. The chair creaked under Wooyoung as San pressed against him, his other hand nudging Wooyoung’s elbow off the arm of the chair so he could keep it from rolling away from him. It was incredibly hot to have San demonstrate his strength on the way he held Wooyoung against his body, and Wooyoung briefly wondered when his pride had started to disappear.
San pulled away, leaving them both breathless, Wooyoung’s chin wet with spit.
“What’s your safeword, baby?” he muttered against his lips, being gentle with his words for the very first time. Wooyoung understood way too well that his tone had changed to ask that question only.
“Umbrella.”
San nodded. “Tell me if something’s too much, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
San’s gaze flitted over his face, a tiny evil smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Is it okay if I slap you? On the face?”
Something wrecked through him as if San had slapped him already, the mere thought of it so new yet such a turn on that he almost broke his neck nodding. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he said eagerly.
San muttered a soft ‘okay’ before he kissed him again, even harder than the last time, biting into his lips and tugging and sucking as if his lips were made out of sugar and he couldn’t get enough. Wooyoung came to realize he liked kissing San, the way he moved his lips was fully intentional, he liked it and wanted Wooyoung to like it too, taking the lead but still watching out for Wooyoung’s reactions so he could ruin him even more.
He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips before he stood up straight. He let go of his hair and frowned, “pathetic.”
A slap landed on his face, making his head turn to the side as the skin of his cheek started stinging, sending sparks straight into his dick. He panted out a whine, a way to let out the moan he’d been holding for the sake of his dignity, but it sounded weak and when he met San’s eyes again, it was to see him smirking. He pushed his thighs together but there was no way San couldn’t see his boner, pressing an outline into his slacks.
“Brat. Beg for it or I’m not gonna touch you,” San said. The thought of San leaving him there high and dry terrified him, he wasn’t sure if he would even be able to jerk himself off in a satisfactory way, but the thought of begging…
San reached back into his hair and tugged, making Wooyoung tilt his neck back until a whine escaped his mouth. “Touch me,” he gave in weakly, closing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see the way San observed him like a piece of meat.
San only tightened his grip on his hair. “What was that?”
“Touch me,” Wooyoung said a little louder, hearing himself sound pathetic but he couldn’t help it anymore. He needed more. The fingers in his hair loosened, allowing him to straighten up and the relief made him whimper again, thinking about all the possible ways San would touch him.
“You’re gonna have to beg a lot more than that, baby,” San said and it tore him from his daydream. They made eye contact and San had to see the disappointment in his face because he laughed, stepping back away from the chair. Wooyoung panicked, was San not going to touch him after all? “How about you put that mouth to better use, hm? Then I can maybe think about it.”
His face was burning and it wasn’t just from the slap, it was the shame, San’s degrading way of talking to him like he was some kind of… slut.
The word echoed in his head just like the urge to get San inside him, as fast as possible. But San wasn’t exactly patient and it only took a second until he was pointing at the ground. Wooyoung’s place.
It probably should have ashamed him with how quickly he landed on his knees, unceremoniously and with so much eagerness that it made his entire body heat up with humiliation. San was opening his belt and unzipping his pants with the confidence that Wooyoung was going to do anything, and for the first time Wooyoung had to admit that it wasn’t too far from the truth. He could already feel his thoughts getting fuzzy, concentrated on the bulge in front of him when he licked his lips in anticipation. He was finally going to find out if San was as big as Seonghwa had said.
San made a step closer to him when he pulled down his underwear just enough for his cock to spring out, rock hard with veins protruding along the shaft, the head red and glistening with precome. Wooyoung was practically drooling just from the sight of it, even a little intimidated by the size but he wasn’t one to back away from a challenge. He looked up at San and with hands placed on his knees he darted out his tongue, barely licking the head while San held his cock to his lips. He tasted a little sweaty but nothing that Wooyoung hadn’t overcome before, so he licked it again, this time pressing his lips against the tip but he did so cautiously, observing San’s face for any reaction. He was biting his lip, visibly affected, but there was a frown in his eyes. Wooyoung wasn’t doing enough, and he knew it well.
He barely licked around the head on his third try when San pulled away and another slap landed on his cheek. “Can’t even suck dick? Is your mouth good for anything, hm?” The slap, followed by the condescending tone of his voice went straight into Wooyoung’s cock, still confined in two layers of fabric, but San wasn’t done. With his now free hand he grabbed his jaw, fingers digging into his reddened and aching cheek. Wooyoung’s mouth opened under the pressure and San plunged two of his fingers inside, almost gagging him as he pressed onto his tongue. It paralyzed him completely and the pit of arousal in his abdomen burned with humiliation when he thought about how stupid he had to look, all red in the face with his mouth wide open, spit quickly gathering around San’s digits.
San looked at him as if that was exactly what he was seeing. Wooyoung pushed his knees together when he felt drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and a pathetic moan escaped his mouth when some of it landed on his clothed thighs.
The fingers suddenly disappeared, making him gasp for breath before another slap – a weak but particularly wet one – landed on his face. “Now do it properly,” San clicked his tongue, the hand that was in Wooyoung’s mouth just seconds ago now back on the base of his dick, holding it down to Wooyoung’s waiting lips.
This time Wooyoung didn’t play around anymore, after all he was impatient to get San’s cock in his mouth too. He dived right in, licking a long stripe across the length before swallowing him whole, showing off just how much of him he could fit inside. He moved his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the girth and sucking on the tip, finding out that San especially liked when he licked around the head, combined with a lot of sucking and a lot of saliva. San started letting out little moans, just barely audible at first but they slowly got louder, turning into grunts that shook Wooyoung to the core and motivated him to continue, he wanted to draw out as many of these sounds as he could. It was somewhat an unconscious decision when he started to thrust his hips up into the air, desperately seeking pressure on his aching erection but not wanting to upset San by touching himself (he wasn’t sure if it would upset him, but there was a chance and Wooyoung didn’t want to further delay the part of their activity when San would touch him as well).
Maybe it was the little friction he got from humping his underwear or maybe it was just desperation when he heard himself moan around San’s cock, tears welling up as he pushed his limits of how much he could take. The vibrations of his voice made San moan as well, not as deep but rather high-pitched and it would sound almost endearing if it wasn’t for the obvious fact that it was Wooyoung who was on his knees.
He got an idea, something that he hadn’t done in years but would perhaps make San touch him faster. He stilled his movements and braced his palms against San’s thighs, meeting his questioning gaze when he looked up. San looked very pleased with the blowjob, his eyes unfocused and mouth agape as if spent from moaning.
“Oh,” he breathed out, the hand that rested around the base of his dick now on the side of Wooyoung’s head. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” Wooyoung nodded as much as San’s cock between his lips allowed him to. “That’s cute. Finally learned your place huh?”
The sneer didn’t come as a shock in any way. Was Wooyoung starting to enjoy obeying orders? Submitting?
Any train of thoughts that he might have had dissipated with a pull of his hair. San held his head in place with a strong grip and Wooyoung nodded once again to let him know it was okay before San thrusted into his mouth for the first time, cautiously checking for his reaction. Wooyoung didn’t move a single muscle, gladly accepting what San was giving him and soon San was eagerly fucking into his mouth, groaning with each forward movement. It made him feel filthy, San was truly using his mouth like a fleshlight, as though Wooyoung didn’t need to breathe (although he could always just tap his thigh to make him slow down) and Wooyoung didn’t mind in the slightest. He loved it, every single sound spilling from San’s lips, every little tug of his hair, the way San’s cock blocked his airway and made tears stream down his face along with all the spit dripping into his lap, soiling his work clothes.
Wooyoung was a changed man.
His mind was turning into mush when San pulled away panting, still holding his head but this time to push him away. Wooyoung realized that he was about to come – but wanted to save it.
After a short moment of San gasping for breath, their eyes met again. Wooyoung was sure he had to look very well fucked out of his mind. “Look at you, desperate little thing, drooling all over yourself,” he said while his thumb collected some of the spit on his face and smeared it over his lips, pushing some of it inside his mouth. Wooyoung gladly accepted his finger, licking it like it was his cock. “I want to ruin you on this table.”
His breath hitched in his throat when San held his mouth open as if he was deciding what to do with it next. Wooyoung gathered all of his leftover snark to rasp out, “ruin me. Fuck me so hard until I can’t walk. Do it.”
He had fully anticipated the next slap. “Just you wait. I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you.” San grabbed his jaw again, this time from below to help Wooyoung on his feet. He met him halfway with a kiss, messy and obscene with how spent Wooyoung’s mouth was and Wooyoung had to catch San’s elbows to stand properly, knees wobbly after being on the ground for so long. San let him indulge in licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, probably needing a moment for himself as well. Wooyoung took the opportunity to press himself against his body, hot with defined muscles apparent even over the layer of clothing, slotting his leg between San’s to grind against him. He heard himself whine, finally relieving the pent up desire to be touched, but he couldn’t even care at this point, San was kissing him and subtly moving his hips as well, little moans escaping into Wooyoung’s mouth.
It made him smirk. San was just as affected as he was.
But then San either noticed his lips move or maybe his patience ran out and his hands left Wooyoung’s body. He could hear the ring of a belt buckle being passed through the loops and that made him pull away. San was looking at him, mischief sparkling in his eyes, and both of them stopped moving their hips.
They were really going to fuck in the office.
The realization hit him like a truck when San spun him around and bent him over the table, sweeping scattered documents off to the side to make space for his torso. Wooyoung tried supporting himself on his elbows but then San pushed between his shoulder blades, making him land face-first on some kind of contract that Wooyoung really hoped was just a copy. It punched a moan out of him and he was going to make a teasing remark when San’s hands snaked around his waist to undo his zipper and pull down his pants and underwear in a single movement, leaving him completely exposed in a place where it would be inappropriate to do so just a couple of hours ago – not that this was any better. At least their firm had no budget for security cameras.
San didn’t say anything for a while so Wooyoung wiggled his ass in the air, deciding to embrace the awkwardness of being bent over a desk in an office. “What, like what you see?” he said in a teasing tone.
Something sharp made contact with his ass, it wasn’t San’s hand – it was his belt. Wooyoung clenched his muscles, ending up on the tips of his toes, pleasure rushing through his veins as he moaned. “Don’t make me change my mind, brat,” he heard San say, the faintest of smiles audible at the last word. Wooyoung wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it when he heard a soft ‘cute’ from behind him.
He didn’t get the chance to tease San about it as something made a clicking sound and soon there were lubed fingers prodding at his entrance, pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He gasped at the intrusion when San slid the first finger inside; he wasn’t being careless in any way, but it had been a while since Wooyoung had gotten anything in his ass that wasn’t his own fingers or a toy.
He’d gotten used to the sensation quickly though and San helped it a lot, his touch much gentler compared to his words. It didn’t take long for San to resume his teasing and Wooyoung realized he was doing it to distract him from the fingers that were stretching him out, preparing him for San’s cock. His head spun just at the thought of it. “Look at you,” he said, breathless. “You were so full of it just minutes ago, now you’re spreading your legs for me like a slut.”
Wooyoung moaned, head knocking against the desk as San grazed his prostate, lightly but enough for him to feel it. His hands searched for purchase until he was gripping the hopefully not important documents laying on the table. The words registered in his brain belatedly but he didn’t have it in him to object. San chuckled, scissoring his fingers.
“You’re all bark no bite, Wooyoung,” he said as he inserted another finger, the squelch of lube lewd in the otherwise quiet office. “Anyone could see you like this. What if Yunho forgot something and came back for it? He’d see you, all spread out for me, whining on my fingers.” Wooyoung shuddered, suppressing a moan although San could definitely see his knees shaking, struggling to keep his feet on the ground. “You look so pathetic, I would fuck you right in front of him so he’d see what a needy slut you really are.”
San’s fingers pressed against his prostate again, making Wooyoung’s mind completely blank. He nodded, willing to agree with anything if it earned him San’s mercy. He was pretty sure he was drooling on the desk now, whimpers and moans spilling from his mouth as San continued to stretch him out, making comments so crude that it made even Wooyoung blush, the tips of his ears burning with each little scoff directed at him.
San hummed. “Are you a slut, Wooyoungie? Are you a little cockslut?”
He could manage only a weak nod and a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and an affirmative. A slap landed on his asscheek, his toes curling as he clenched around San’s fingers.
“Say it. Say you’re a cockslut.” He curled his fingers at that, making his cock leak on the floor as he moaned into the desk, nothing but incoherent sounds. San had four fingers inside him and from what Wooyoung had seen and had held in his mouth, it was just about enough to prepare him, but it also meant that he was barely holding it together and they hadn’t even gotten to actual fucking yet. “Say it, slut.”
Wooyoung couldn’t handle it anymore, he needed more. He said goodbye to the last bit of dignity as he took a shaky breath. “I’m a slut,” he whimpered, voice strained. “I’m… I’m a little cockslut.”
“Fuck,” he heard San mutter and the fingers inside him moved faster.
“I need– I need you to fuck me, please,” he continued. “Please, San, fuck me, please I–”
He gasped when San took out his fingers, wiping lube on his cheek as he smacked it gently. “Oh, baby,” he said and took Wooyoung’s hands to motion him to stand up. He could barely move, thighs quivering as San turned him around, nothing but tender touches. He sat him on the table, not minding Wooyoung’s bare ass with lube trickling out of his hole on his work desk, and kissed him as a little ‘are you okay?’
He let Wooyoung rest for a moment and took his shoes off for him, sliding off his pants and underwear too until he was completely naked from the waist down. When San straightened up Wooyoung noticed that he’d grabbed something else from the side, too – it was the belt he’d taken off earlier. Wooyoung’s dick twitched.
“Is this okay?” San whispered, holding the belt to his wrists. He wanted to tie him up.
Wooyoung nodded furiously. “Yeah. More than okay.”
San smiled. “Okay,” he said softly and planted a kiss on his lips, almost as a thank-you. Wooyoung crossed his wrists and San quickly wrapped the belt around them. It obviously wasn’t the first time that he was doing this; Wooyoung wondered if perhaps San liked being tied up as well. For next time.
Something moved in him. He rarely slept with the same person twice, and even more rarely on purpose.
Before he could overthink it, San was finished, pushing him to lay down on the desk, wrists above his head. There was that stupid smirk again as he looked down on him, all laid out and defenseless. He grabbed his knees and pushed them apart with force while at the same time pulling him closer to the edge of the desk. But he wasn’t getting a condom or lining himself up with Wooyoung’s entrance.
“You really should’ve kept your mouth shut, Wooyoungie,” he said before bending down, so low that Wooyoung barely saw his head anymore. Then it clicked – San was going to eat him out.
He felt his tongue against his rim, hot and wet as he pressed against him, and all Wooyoung could hear was his own moaning, so loud that if it wasn’t for the late hour, the entire building would have surely heard him. San started fucking his tongue in and out of his hole, sucking at the rim before helping himself with his fingers. It was messy, he could feel lube and spit trickling down onto the desk, but Wooyoung couldn’t bring himself to care. He was sobbing, whining for San to do more, do anything to continue making him feel like this.
“San, fuck– fuck me,” he pleaded, “I won’t last, fuck– please, I’ll do anything, I’m gonna be so good, just fuck me please.”
That finally made San look up and Wooyoung got light-headed just from the sight of him, mouth flushed red and wet. “You’re so pathetic,” he spat out, fingers continuing to thrust into his hole. Wooyoung sobbed but then San finally stopped, reaching into a drawer that Wooyoung hadn’t noticed before. He pulled out a condom and opened it with his teeth and Wooyoung watched as he rolled it on, jerking his wrist to adjust it while he looked down at him as if he wanted to devour him. And Wooyoung was ready. “Desperate little slut.”
San aligned himself with his entrance and started pushing. Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he was slowly filled up, white hot pleasure consuming his body from within. He felt San’s hips make contact with his, meaning that he was fully in.
“I’m a slut,” Wooyoung whined as he got adjusted, not that he needed it that much. “I’m a slut, please, I need your cock, San–”
He was interrupted when San slowly pulled out only to slam back inside with full force, naked skin slapping against each other. “Fuck, baby,” San groaned. One of his hands left his thighs and instead gripped his jaw, making him turn his head. “Look at me while I rearrange your guts.”
He said it with such a threatening tone that Wooyoung didn’t dare to look away even when San’s palm returned to his thigh to keep his legs wide open. His fingers dug into the flesh so hard that he was sure there would be dark purple bruises the next day and he moaned at the mere thought of it.
“Does it feel good, baby?” San grunted, biting his lips as he pounded into him. The table shook by the violent movement and Wooyoung could hear pens rolling off onto the floor and the sound of San’s desk knocking into the desks of others that stood next to it. He hadn’t had sex so aggressive in years, and he loved it.
“Feels so fucking good,” he panted, stuttering when San hit his prostate. “So fucking good.”
San groaned in agreement. He was squeezing his eyes shut despite his previous order for Wooyoung to keep his open and Wooyoung wondered if he was closer than he was willing to admit. “You’re so tight. So tight,” he repeated, almost as if he was talking to himself. Something about it made Wooyoung melt on the inside, San was just as gone as he was and this was his act falling apart.
“Kiss me,” he heard himself say but San didn’t question it, leaning forward immediately to capture his lips. It was rough, all teeth and tongue and Wooyoung could barely kiss back but San didn’t mind, continuing to thrust into him with Wooyoung’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Spit rolled off his tongue into Wooyoung’s mouth and he accepted it gladly, the sheer filthiness of it rushing him close to the edge. San hadn’t even touched his dick and he couldn’t touch himself with his hands tied above his head, but he was starting to realize he wasn’t going to need it.
He was going to come untouched on San’s cock, splayed out on his desk with spit and tears staining his cheeks in an empty office where his friends went to work every day. San, the man he had thought hated him from day one until just an hour ago, had made him beg to fuck him and now was railing him into the next week, making him call himself a cockslut.
San slammed into his prostate and Wooyoung screamed in pleasure. “I’m gonna come,” he panted, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to hold it off any longer. “Gonna come, San, fuck, can I come, please–”
“Shit, baby,” San cursed, looking down at where they were connected. He looked back up, eyes dark with arousal. “Come, come on my cock baby.”
That was all Wooyoung needed before the orgasm hit him like a train. Come started to spurt out onto his work shirt, wet spots sticking to his bare skin underneath and all he could see was white, two weeks of pent up sexual frustration wrecking through him as his entire body shook. He was moaning, screaming, unintelligible sounds and pleas spilling from his mouth as his grip on San’s waist tightened.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot.” He opened his eyes just in time to see San gasping for breath, slamming into Wooyoung at a ruthless speed. He let out a whimper, a sound so unlike all of the other ones that Wooyoung had heard that day, high in pitch and vulnerable. After that his speed faltered, his moans turning into spent breaths. The office was stuffy with sex and sweat in the air and Wooyoung struggled to come down from his high, still holding onto San’s waist to keep him inside.
“That was…” he began but realized he couldn’t properly describe his experience in words.
“Yeah,” San agreed with him nevertheless and when Wooyoung met his gaze, he smiled.
An honest, gentle smile.
Wooyoung had to smile too.
It took them an additional few minutes to finally relax. San eventually pulled out to remove his condom, tying a knot around it and throwing it into the trash. He released Wooyoung’s wrists and held them in his hands after he helped him sit up, inspecting if he hadn’t injured him. “I’m okay,” Wooyoung assured him in a small voice, a blush finding its way up to his face as he watched San examined his skin with the tips of his fingers.
“Wasn’t I too rough?”
Wooyoung chuckled. “No,” he said, “you were amazing.”
San met his gaze and grinned. He brought a hand up to his face and held it gently, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “God,” he sighed fondly. “You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect Wooyoung.”
The butterflies returned into his stomach with the force of a thousand exploding stars. Their lips met in a tender kiss, noses brushing as they exchanged little pecks.
San pulled away to get them a box of tissues and Wooyoung grabbed a few just to wipe his face while San cleaned himself up, pulling his pants back on. Then he took care of Wooyoung too, helping him get rid of the mess that they had made on the table. When he grabbed his pants from a pile he frowned, looking back at Wooyoung hesitantly.
“Your stuff… the pants, the shirt… it’s all dirty,” he said quietly. He chewed on his bottom lip. “If you want, you can borrow my workout clothes. I have them in my car, so if you don’t mind waiting…”
Wooyoung looked down at his shirt to find it stained with his own come. He probably smelled of sweat, too. “If you don’t mind…?”
He was going to wear San’s clothes. The realization made him smile, but only when San left to get his workout bag.
San returned with sweatpants and a t-shirt and Wooyoung put them on almost immediately, ignoring the urge to smell the freshly-washed fabric because it smelled like San. He only moved to sit on the chair, legs too weak for him to stand on his own and watched as San gathered the documents and pens scattered on the carpet under his desk. He had offered to help, but San only shook his head with a wide smile, saying that it was his own stuff anyway and that he would file it away by himself.
“San,” Wooyoung spoke up after a while, fingers playing with the hem of the borrowed t-shirt.
“Yeah?”
“Why were you so mean to me?” The question had been on his mind for a couple of minutes, ever since his brain returned to its regular function. Why had San acted so rude when he’d obviously been attracted to him as well? It didn’t make any sense.
He heard San chuckle from where he was kneeling on the floor, trying to sort the pages of a document in the right order. Their eyes met and San smiled even more when he saw Wooyoung pouting. “Yunho is my buddy from uni,” he said. “And he’d told me about you. Actually, he’d talked about you a while ago and wanted us to meet, but I was too busy with my previous job then.”
Wooyoung furrowed his brows. “Yunho had warned you?!”
San laughed. “He said you were cute, and he was right about that. And he also said that you were a little bit of a brat when it came to other guys, which… I think he was also right about that. You are a brat, but in the best way.”
Wooyoung wanted to frown, but he could only smile like an idiot. San was smiling too, looking up at him from where he sat on the floor and there was something so incredibly endearing about it.
“We talked about it and decided to throw you off by me being randomly mean to you. Nothing too rude, but just enough to make you notice. Yeosang was in on it as well, by the way. He’d noticed me being mean to you the very first day and confronted me, threatening me with… a lot of violence,” San chuckled nervously, “but when me and Yunho told him about the plan, he supported it fully. I don’t know what exactly it was that I expected, but I can say that this was definitely the best possible result,” he smirked and Wooyoung was reminded of the way his thighs trembled when San ate him out. San paused, clearing his throat before continuing in a much softer voice. “If you didn’t react well I was planning to switch and ask you out on a date.”
Wooyoung’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “A date?!”
San’s cheeks turned pink. “Yeah. As I said, you’re really cute.”
“Well, we can…” Wooyoung stumbled over his words. “Hopefully it’s not too late for that?” he offered weakly, bare feet turning the office chair left and right as a nervous fidget.
San stood up with all of his documents in a pile, suddenly towering above him but no longer threatening. He almost seemed small now. “Yeah. We can definitely go on a date, if you want.”
Wooyoung had to look away, blushing too hard to keep eye contact. San, who called him cute and perfect and kissed him like there was no tomorrow and fucked him in a way that Wooyoung didn’t know he’d needed – was now asking him out on a date. He was going to go on a date with San. He giggled, nudging the ground to spin the chair around.