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a/n: chapter chittaphon let's gooo~~

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The two found a table nearby the counter, and settled themselves in their places. Jiho looked around nervous, leg bouncing up and down, before she looked back towards San. "I-I need to use the bathroom, please."

"Sure, go ahead." San watched as she walked away with her bag, looking around the place to try to understand why Jiho was so giddy. That all came to a halt when the waiter came over to his table.

Without looking up, the waiter started, "what would you like to order, sir?" The blackhaired male then looked up at him with a smile before it turned to a shocked expression. I know this face... San was trying to wrap his head around who it was, before it clicked; it was Jiho's ex. Now rocking black hair, I see, San smirked.

Unbeknownst to him though, Wooyoung was having an internal conflict with himself. Hot guy, he's the hot guy from the arcade. He just looked so good in that white button up, it was making Wooyoung insane, as all he wanted was to rip them out, and—

"I'm back- Oh," Jiho had come back, and was quick to seat herself, and avoid all kinds of eye contact with Wooyoung.

Clearing his throat, Wooyoung began to speak up as he asked the couple for their orders, trying to remain calm and professional. He was gritting his teeth in memory of how this man ruined any relationship with his dream girl, whom wasn't even sparing him a glance anymore. She looked so nervous right now, and rightfully so, but oh, how he wished he could take the anxiousness out of her right now, but it was no longer his place. He only hoped San would be able to calm her, and of course he didn't, but Wooyoung didn't know that, as he was too lost in his own mind.

He copied down the order, and sent it off to get done. Once it was, Wooyoung was requested to send it off again, as he was the only free waiter around at that very moment. Still lost in his own head, he didn't notice when he reached the table, nor when he managed to spill their colas all over San's dress pants.

Quickly snapping back into reality, he started profusely apologizing and bowing to prove his apology, but soon stopped as he saw a smirk on the latter's face. The male started talking, voice low and deep, sending shivers down Wooyoung's spine. "Well, well, seems like no one here can do their job properly. I see now why you didn't wanna come here, baby." San said, placing his hand on Jiho's, and rubbing his thumb across it, knowing very well he was triggering the other, badly. Not quite satisfied yet, San went even further. So, he sighed, and looked down at his pants, "now how will I ever manage to get out like this? Little kids will laugh at me when I pass..." San looked back at Wooyoung, again with that annoying smirk. "Will you stop gaping at me, and help already?"

"M-me? W-what am I supposed to do?" Wooyoung asked hesitantly.

"Get down on your knees, and wipe it off, darling. What else?" San cocked a brow up at the waiter challengingly. After a moment of no reply, he was growing bored, "or I can simply get you fired, it's not hard," he shrugged.

"Wha- I- You can't do that! Can't you clean yourself?! I said I'm sorry!" Wooyoung exclaimed, frustrated.

"Sorry's not gonna change anything, love." San said, looking Wooyoung dead in the eye, before uttering. "Now... get down on your knees," his brow lifted for a split second before his face went back to that cold, smug expression.

"San, stop, you don't-" San cut off Jiho with a simple expression, making her go silent, and send Wooyoung apologetic eyes.

Wooyoung nodded at her gratefully, before looking back at the intimidating man, growing a new found hatred for him. "Come on, princess. We don't got all day, and I really hate repeating myself. On. Your. Knees. Now." San said with gritted teeth, that soon changed to a smug smile when Wooyoung finally agreed.

Grabbing a tissue, Wooyoung made direct eye contact with San as he dropped to his knees, seeing how San's expression remained the same, just his smirk growing immensely. And so, he caught off the eye contact, and started wiping the already drying liquid from San's pants, hating how San seemed so smug with his position right now. He felt the humiliation seep in as he had to rub against the his crotch area, hating how he couldn't even face it. He didn't want to take long doing this, but right before he stood up again, he watched San's eyes, and saw how the smirk was wiped off his face, instead a nervous expression had replaced it.

San gripped Wooyoung's hands off his thighs, and pushed him off as if he was some virus. "Get off, I don't want your nasty hands on me anymore..."

Wooyoung gritted his teeth in anger, but his eyes displayed humiliation, all he wanted to do was cry. Pathetic, what a pathetic joke you are, Jung Wooyoung. Such a crybaby, a female voice played in his mind, from a moment in time, one he didn't want to remember. Her voice spoke like a broken record in his mind, reminding him of all he's been through. Not handling it anymore, he stood up, and excused himself from their table.

Why couldn't something good happen to him? Was he that much of a bad person? He wanted to rip out his hair, as the voice grew louder and louder. He needed fresh air, he needed to be alone right now. Why does this always happen? Why did he have no one to run to? At times like this, he misses his mother more than anything. She would've known what to say, but of course, life didn't like anything good for him, and took her away too... and now he was drowning, alone.

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a/n: how's this?? this is for that one comment😀💀 yk who u are😍 anyways hope this was enough to satisfy <33

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