multiship oneshot book

atz; you're just special like that

>> ship: woohwa
side (main) ships: (seongjoong, woosan), jongsang.
⚠︎︎: mental health, family trauma.

two boys unknowingly find each other behind a bar, they stay up all night just talking to each other. they create a bond between them that no one has. after that night though, they never see each other again, they're simply just special like that.

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"alright san, i'm leaving now!" wooyoung called out to his boyfriend, as he was wearing his coat and boots, since it was rather chilly outside.

"wait!" he heard the honey voice of san's, along with hurried footsteps running in his direction.

"wha-" wooyoung couldn't continue his question, as he was sandwiched between the wooden door behind him, and san's toned body pressed upon him. in seconds, san's lips caught wooyoung's in a slow passionate kiss, wooyoung felt his skin burn in all the places san's hand brushed against.

after a bit, they pulled away, pink swollen lips attached to each other through a string of conjoined saliva. "now you can go," san smiled, as he went to press two sweet kisses on the mole under wooyoung's eye.

wooyoung watched his every move with hazy eyes. he saw how san licked his lips, making them glisten under the lights, and how he swept his hair to the side, making his forehead peak from underneath.

san noticed this and smirked, "are you sure you even want to go?" he stated with a small chuckle, as he leaned in so close, yet didn't attach their lips together. foreheads pressed against each other, wooyoung almost gave in.

"san..." a small whimper made its way out of wooyoung's lips, as he felt his boyfriend's hands roam around his body.

"hm..?" san hummed from his place, face now buried into the crook of wooyoung's neck, placing little kisses on his smooth skin.

"i-i can't do t-this right n-" words got muffled as san shut him up the best way he could; through the art of kissing. pulling away lightly, wooyoung mumbled something.

"what was that, princess?" san asked, lips still sealed on the younger's.

"i n-need to g-go, san," wooyoung managed to say once he pulled away from san.

san pouted, "but i don't want you to go."

wooyoung smiled, eyes glossy, lips red with cheeks flushed, making san's addiction hard to contain. "fine, last one," he went in for another kiss, making it nice and short.

san pulled him back in, growling his next words. "it's never the last, unless i say it is, baby." after that, he sucked harder on wooyoung's lower lip, making it obvious what he was doing before he left the house. after a while, san pulled away, having to steady wooyoung so he wouldn't collapse. "now you can go," he pecked wooyoung's cheek, before he stepped away from him, allowing space to grow between them.

wooyoung laughed, "looking like this?"

"yes, now no one will dare try and touch you, since it's obvious you're taken." san winked, and walked back to their shared room.

wooyoung sighed, and ran a hand through his messy curls, trying to tame them, as he glanced at the mirror, attempting at fixing his appearance, to no luck. "screw you, choi san," he muttered under his breath.