Hallow /WooSan/

- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 1

"He's a chaotic kid, mostly a jigolo, sure it's fun spending some nights with him right?" Major lee laughed.

"Jigolo?" San thought.
His eyes were locked on the blonde guy laughing over the bar. He looked so carefree as a slodier in war.

Wooyoung was drunk but not that drunk to not feel the hands of his comrade grabbing his thighs tightly.

"Joon, stop!" wooyoung said.

Joon grabbed his waist and pulled him backwards but wooyoung resist.

"What happened to you are you drunk?" He laughed awkwardly.

Joon ignored him and yes, he was drunk. All he could think about was reaching out to wooyoung after the dark and make a mess out of him again. He moved his hands under his uniform.

Wooyoung stood up immediately.
"I said stop you drunk ass moron!" He yelled.

For few seconds, which spent like hours, bar went silent. Sound of a calm footsteps and after that the doorbell breaked the silence. Wooyoung's eyes followed the sound and the military man who walked out of the bar.

That night, wooyoung laid in his bed. His head was aching and he needed a deep sleep but somehow he felt strange.
At the bar he could sense a heavy sight on him.

"Who was he...?"

Shortly after he fell sleep and on the next day, he forgot about that man.

The sound of machine guns were louder than the cries for help. This was one of the definitions of war. Wooyoung was a soldier. He was also a good soldier so he knew what he was doing.
If there was one thing beside hooking up with guys that he was good at, it was fighting.
Fighting for his own good.
Not for the country,
not for the pride,
even not for protecting the one's he love.
Cause he didn't have one.

Well...at least untill "Him".

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