sex and the devil | woosan

this is an exception

Wooyoung probably already had enough alcohol in his system that he didn't question the man's strange introduction.

Instead he kept staring at San's sharp jawline and thin, but extremely sexy lips. He thought about how they would feel on his skin, his neck maybe, and accidentally giggled dumbly.

"Woo, what the hell? Since when are you this wasted after only one drink?", Mingi laughed from behind the counter.

He secretly had an eye on his best friend and the man to make sure that Wooyoung didn't somehow get himself into something dangerous again.

"I usually have this effect on people", San explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"What? Making them drunk? You bastard, did you fill him up with alcohol?? He can't take that much!", Mingi yelled angrily.

How dare that stupid stranger be so irresponsible?

"I shouldn't have encouraged him to talk to you, Oh God...", Mingi mumbled, aggressively cleaning a glass.

It was a miracle that it didn't break in his hands. Wooyoung was like a little brother to him, he basically counted as family. His mom even called him 'her son' as well.

"Chill out, dude", said San, trying to calm him down. "I never gave him something to drink, okay? I didn't even see him drink anything."

"Then why is he like this all of a sudden?", Mingi asked, gesturing towards his best friend, who still smiled at the stranger in awe.

"I already told you. It's because of me."

"Yeah, of course. How conceited are you?", Mingi huffed, but didn't even wait for an answer because it was meant as a rhetorical question.

"Woo, are you okay?"

"Hm?", for the first time in a while he turned to look at his friend behind the bar and it seemed like he got pulled out of a parallel universe.

"Oh, sorry, yeah, I'm fine", he smiled slightly to reassure his friend.

However, all he wanted, was to turn his gaze back to San.

But he resisted.

"Anyway, can I get another drink?", he asked.

After hesitating a little, Mingi nodded.

"Can I get one more as well? The one with the most alcohol in it, please", San added.

"Don't know if you can handle this", Mingi laughed bitterly.

"I can't get drunk", the man stated. "And if I see this right, I'm the guest here, so you should bring me what I ordered or are you interested in losing your job?"

"You humans act like work is everything to you...", he whispered to himself, so no one heard him over the loud music.

Half an hour later, Wooyoung and San had both downed around four more drinks. Mingi had tried to remind his best friend that he should probably get to work again if he didn't want to get a problem with his boss, but the boy was actually so wasted by now that he couldn't walk straight without stumbling over his own feet.

To Mingi's surprise, San on the other hand, seemed no different than before. He couldn't believe that it was possible for a human to down four glasses of pure vodka and not pass out.

From the corner of his eye, Mingi saw someone come out of the back door. He was about to go and check who the intruder was, but then he noticed the bright hair and how tall the person was.

"Shit", he cursed and instantly looked away, trying to look as boring as he could. "Woo, the boss is here! You should leave!", he whisper-yelled.

Wooyoung, however, only cocked his head and looked at his friend as if he was an alien. "I don speak yo languasch, I guess", he slurred, once again giggling like crazy.

Desperately, Mingi looked over at San.
"Fuck, I didn't think I would ever ask you for a favor, but could you please take him home? I'm gonna write his address down... here."

"What an interesting turn of events...", San smirked. "I'll do it, but just to make it clear: This is an exception. Doing favors for other people isn't really my style."

Mingi rolled his eyes, before quickly looking into the direction of his boss again.

He was heading straight towards them.

"Hurry up!"

"One question though", San said, putting one of his strong arms around Wooyoung's waist and easily lifting him up from his stool. "Isn't it contra-productive if the boy isn't even at work when he should?"

"Don't worry", Mingi pressed. "I'll just say that he wasn't feeling well and went home. Though, the next he shows up here, he better brings a certificate from his doctor."

San only nodded, before pulling the younger with him. To his surprise, though, the boy fought against it and tried to sit down on his stool again.

"I don wanna go home yet", he whined. His big eyes already filling up with tears.

Without saying anything, the man grabbed the boy's sides and threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.

Wooyoung was so perplexed that he didn't even think about being scared or shocked.

"Woahhhhh~ do you have supopowersch?"

San smiled at how adorable this sounded, but quickly stopped when he noticed it. That wasn't like him.

"You could call it a superpower, yeah", he explained, while exiting the club. "I'm pretty strong."

Wooyoung giggled again. "You kno, I can feel that because you have some big big muscles on yo arms."

He blushed and shyly pressed his face against the man's well-defined back.
"But I jus wanna say, that I'm feeling a lil nauseous because everything is upside down."

Luckily, San let him down right in this moment.

"I hope, you're not getting nauseous while driving, babe", the man smirked, pointing to an expensive looking pitch black motorbike.

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It's crazy how motivated I am to write this story.

Today was the first day at work this year and I already can't wait for the weekend to come. It's so exhausting to be around kids all day.

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