𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || sequel to Colors of You

happy birthday, darling

At first glance, who would ever have thought that someone who gave off such an airheaded first impression like Choi San, would turn out to be so much more than that?

Wooyoung definitely didn't think so, and he vividly recalled not only the looks but also the mannerism and voice of the blonde, from their brief interaction in a dirty night club bathroom. But he should have known better, than to underestimate his opponent so easily. It was naive of him to ever have believed that the San-incident had simply been a small bump on the road to gaining Yeosang's love.

Because now it was San who got all of it. He was the one Yeosang called up, who he held tight at night and took to the moon and back in bed.

Choi San was anything but an airhead, and he was everything Wooyoung wasn't. Born into a family of money and status, studying law at KU - and it was through his studies he once again ran into Yeosang.

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1 year prior

"Darling, there you are!"

Wooyoung jerked his head, instantly lighting up in a beaming smile, when his eyes found the one he was searching for in the busy café. Yeosang got up from his seat by the window, the sunlight shining down over him, and Wooyoung was falling in love all over again.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologized, as he was greeted with a small peck on his cheek.

With both cheeks blushing, he sat down next to the older, only now noticing the jacket hanging over the back of a third chair at the table. But before Wooyoung could even pretend that it didn't mean anything, he was proven wrong.

"You must be Wooyoung," a voice suddenly said next to him, and he looked up - almost in fear of what his eyes would see. "I've heard so much about you. I'm Choi San."

And sure it was, Choi San, the pretty blonde Wooyoung remembered from one of the worst nights of his life. Choi San, who not only stole Yeosang's attention away that night, but also had him kiss him in public.

Several months had passed by since then, but San still looked the same - although, perhaps, at bit more muscular. But Wooyoung would never admit that.

A hand on top of his own, giving it a small squeeze, made him realize he hadn't replied to San's words at all. Yeosang looked at him from the other side of the table, with a strange look in his blue eyes. The older definitely knew that this time, it wasn't Wooyoung who was playing in dangerous waters.

"Darling," Yeosang said, clearing his throat while holding on tight around Wooyoung's hand. "This is San, he is my new intern at work."

"I see."

It was like falling while standing still, when Wooyoung kept glaring at the blonde sitting between him and Yeosang. And although the older's hand was still wrapped securely around his own, it didn't matter much in that moment. Jealousy was raging through him, and anger that Yeosang had even agreed to taking San as an intern.

And if Wooyoung would have even considered thinking that maybe the older didn't remember the pretty blonde, San made sure to put that small glimpse of solace to rest.

"You know, it's actually quite funny," San said with an annoyingly charming smile. "Mr. Kang and I actually met a while back, in a nightclub nonetheless."

He kept the smile on his face, but his eyes kept darting towards the couple's intertwined hands on the table.

"You don't say. How funny," Wooyoung muttered, and at that point it was hard to stay calm much longer. Yeosang's touch began to burn against his skin, and even though he didn't want it to disappear, the older suddenly let go of his hand.