I hate you (except I don't) //Woosan ff

eleven

AN: Okay so I kind realized this story is really badd😅. But sense it's just kind of started getting attention i'm just going to embrace the cringe and just keep writing I guess.. my next story will be much more thought through.

Thank god it was Saturday, work had been tiring me out a little more than usual lately, and I was currently sitting on Sans million dollar couch watching 'Her Private life'. 

I heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see San walking down in a suit that looked like it cost even more than the coach. 

"where are you going?" I asked, curious. He grinned at my surprise,

"I have a meeting with Seonghwa, I'll be back hopefully before dinner. If not you can order pizza or something," he patted me on the shoulder as he he made his way towards the door.

"also I have a surprise for you when I get back," He grinned and walked out the door. a surprise? what he could possibly mean? 

as the door closed behind him, a devious idea formed in my head. I remembered his one rule, suddenly I thought it sounded better broken. 

quickly I jumped to my feet, hurrying up the stairs. It was time to find out what exactly San was hiding in his study. 

I felt the door knob, shocked it wasn't locked. and carefully pushing it opened. 

It looked like any other study.

boring.

I began browsing through the books and papers on the shelves. He was right, it sure was messy. I started going through his desk, opening drawers at random. I found a file that was marked with a suspicious word.

Private. 

well.. not anymore. 

I opened it, but when I saw what was inside I dropped it. my mouth falling open, eyes wide. what the fuck was this? I picked it back up examining closer.

they were zoomed up images, obviously taken in some police station. images of someone's bear neck, back, and shoulders. covered with bruises and scabs. the images made me want to loose my lunch. 

why would San have these horrible records of abuse.. unless.. no, it couldn't be.

Was San the abuser? 

I stumbled backwards a little in shock, oh please dear God no. 

San, who seemed so... normal, so kind. was he abusive? my head began to fill with worries and words.

He's an offender,

he's a culprit,

a villain,  

He's bad,

bad, bad, bad.

I crouched down, breathing hard. Grabbing the folder and shoving it back where i'd found it. making sure it looked like i'd never been there. I wished I hadn't.

No, I thought to myself, it isn't right. I must be wrong. There could be millions of reasons he had that. But the images stayed. dancing in my mind, taunting me. saying 'great job wooyoung, your living with an abuser,'

I should just give him the benefit of the doubt. 

yeah.

I laid in my bed for the rest of the afternoon, I forgot about ordering pizza, I wasn't hungry anyway. suddenly I heard my door open, swinging around I saw San standing there. 

He looked normal, just the same as always. but how I saw him wasn't.

"So that's where you went, come on, I have something to show you," 

"what is it?"

"I told you I had a surprise didn't I?" I nodded, and got up following him down to outside the gym door. 

"Go in," 

"It's the gym, I know what's in there," His smile widened. 

"Just go in wooyoung," I sighed and opened the door. stopping in confusion.

"Where did you put all the equipment?" San walked in and I followed him.

"I put it in the garage, I wanted to make this for you and me. well mostly for you," he chuckled sheepishly.

"What is it for?" 

"Silly!" He spread his arms wide and spun around in a circle, like an excited little kid.

"It's a dance studio, for the two of us at home!" 

"Oh," well that was a surprise. 

"Do you like it?" he sounded a little worried. I reassured him with a smile.

"I do San, I really do," 

"So, lets use it, lets dance," he walked over to the corner where he'd set up a small speaker system. I decided to dwell on what i'd seen in his study later. right now I wanted to see this guy move.

"Can I pick the song?" I asked, he nodded, handing me the phone. I scrolled through the songs a little before picking one. I picked Move by Taemin (ya'll can go ahead and listen to it with the story 😏)

San looked at me raising an eyebrow, I simply raised mine back. He knew what I wanted to see. 

San began to move with the song, his moves smooth and precise. he watched me through the mirror, his facial expressions playing along with the mood of the song. he ran is veiny hands along his own body, feeling himself from his thighs to his shoulders. he spun lightly, rolling his body to the music. I felt my voice catch, he was beautiful. 

He smirked confidently, his attention in the mirror turning from me, to himself. which somehow turned me on even more. maybe it was the confidence. 

He froze looking down on me, smirking small beads of sweat glistening lightly on his forehead. 

"Your turn," he took the phone from me, changing the song once I was positioned where he had been standing moments before. 

The song began, it was Better babe, by Taeyeon. 

So he wanted to see some too. fine than. 

I started slowly moving my arms and legs sensually to the music. i wanted a reaction out of him. slowly I slid down to grind on the floor, I noticed San shifting in surprise out of the corner of my eyes. Guess he hadn't expected that.

I turned over laying on my back, and thrusting up. making sure I made eye contact. 

San scrambled for his phone, quickly turning the song off and jumping to his feet. I sat up looking at him in confusion.

"W-well.. h-have fun with your, uhm present," he grinned nervously before running out.

looks like I had a little more power than I thought. which may be a good thing based on what I saw upstairs.