sin - woosan

f o u r t e e n

Making his way to a nearby seat, he watches the waiters cleaning with bored eyes, and he vaguely remembers their boss informing them about his existence. He watched the males turn around in unison, before he smirked at the familiar face looking back at him in horror.

He saw the taller male with fluffy hair whisper something to the younger, but didn't remove his gaze from Wooyoung. The newly black haired male nodded his head, and went over to San's table with a pad in hand, and a neutral face masking his emotions well. "What would you like to order, sir?"

"Hm, let's see... are you available?" San smirked.

"Sir, if you want a hookup, you can make your way to a nearby club. Now, tell me what you want to order, or leave," Wooyoung sighed in annoyance.

"Damn, no need to get all bratty. I'll have the double cheese burger with hash browns on the side."

"Would you like a side of coke with that, too?"

"Sure, make it iced tea, though."

Wooyoung nodded, noting that down. "Anything else?" He saw the male in front of him fold the menu and shake his head, making him take his leave. "Here, order for table 19."

"Thank you, Wooyoung." The pretty cashier, Lisa, took the order, and started pressing it into their system, while the cooks in the back started cooking up his meal.

"Table 19! Order ready! Waiter?" The boss's booming voice could be heard, and that caused Wooyoung to roll his eyes, and drag his feet over to collect the order.

Carrying the order to the seated male, whom was occupied by his phone. He thought it was a perfect opportunity to leave the meal and go without getting noticed. Unfortunately for him, that didn't go according to plan, as he felt his hand being held back by the one person he hoped he'd never see again.

"What do you want?" Wooyoung asked, trying to remain calm and professional, while the other simply kept that stupid smirk on his face.

"Why don't you join me? We could talk and get to know each other," San suggested.

"What makes you think I wanna get to know you?" Wooyoung said with disgust painting his features.

San scowled, anger overtaking him. "Just know that you're a pitiful human. I try to be nice, and invite you to my table, and that's the response I get? It seems your parents didn't raise you wel-"

Wooyoung was near slamming his hands on the table, eyes flashing with fire in them. "Don't you dare mention my family, it's nothing that concerns a stranger like you." Those words left his mouth sharply, and if San cared enough he'd be wounded by the hateful gaze Wooyoung was sending him. "Argh!" Wooyoung wanted to punch him, he didn't know anything about him and yet here he was talking about how his family raised him.

Knowing he couldn't do that, it aggravated him more, making him want to do something spiteful to the still neutral faced man. He wished he would've spit in his food before delivering it to him, he should've known he'd do something like this. Instead, he stared the other male down, grabbing the iced tea in his hand, and without wavering eye contact, he twirled the straw in his mouth, coating it in his saliva, before he sucked hard on the straw, and gulped a large amount of his drink.

He hoped this would spark hate in San's eyes, but instead he was returned with amusement as he put the drink down. He watched the older reach over to the same drink, and bring it closer, taking a good sip out of the same straw. Wooyoung's eyes bulged out of their sockets when he saw the male unbothered and happily drinking from the peachy drink. Pulling away, he smirked up at the waiter, maintaining strong eye contact with the fuming eyes of Wooyoung's. "Hmm," he dragged, "you taste good~" he purred, making Wooyoung's eye twitch, and his blood boil due to his words.

Wooyoung's jaw hung low, as he decided to leave, making San watch him in triumph, but Wooyoung knew he'd do something wrong if he stayed longer. He didn't want to lose his job, or have jail time for that matter, so walking away was his best option. He was so mad at that moment because these were the hands he left his precious Jiho in. These filthy hands. He wasn't going to be so accepting of that, so that's when he decided to end his shift for the night, and head on a walk to a familiar face.

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San didn't think that simple thing Wooyoung did would arouse him so much, and he wasn't lying when he said the other tasted good. Simply from that he could tell, and he knew that the other despised his existence, but that excited him even more. It was going to be a little difficult to get Wooyoung's bratty attitude under him, but he was willing to chase, since the chase drives his adrenaline high, and that's what he likes most.

Smiling slightly, he ate the meal with images of Wooyoung swarming his mind. He munched on his food, noticing the male he was imagining in his head stomp out of the restaurant angrily with a destination in mind. San, wanting to follow, decided to stay behind, since he was still starving, so he let the male go, he'd have his moment with him later...

For now, he's just going to enjoy the meal, and think of a way to get on Wooyoung's good side, so they can bond over something other than Jiho, if you know what he's trying to say...

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a/n: hi! me again, i honestly don't know how i brought myself to write a chapter but here it is, kinda sucks but better than nothing, right?

anyways thank u for making this reach 4k!!! i appreciate it a lot, and i'm sorry for taking so long to post anything on this book. unfortunately i'm losing interest in writing these days but i promise i'll try to get back into it again :/

i hope you liked this chapter and it was enough to satisfy~

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