sex and the devil | woosan

wifey material

Heavily breathing, Wooyoung leaned against the door from the inside and closed his eyes because the room started spinning around him.

Slowly, he slid down to the floor until he was sitting.

"Wooyoung? What the hell, you look so drunk", Yeosang stated when he found his roommate on the floor.

"That's because I am", the boy grunted, eyes still closed.

"You're lucky I'm such wifey material 'cause I made soup", Yeosang said, helping his friend up and leading him into the kitchen.

"Why did you even drink? Aren't you supposed to make others drunk in your job?"

Wooyoung let his head fall onto the kitchen table and watched the other filling the soup into two bowls.

"I don't force them to buy alcohol, people just do", the boy mumbled.

"You didn't answer my question, though." Yeosang placed one bowl in front of the younger and took a seat on the other side of the table. Curiously, he stared at his friend while slurping the hot broth.

"I don't even know anymore how it started. There was just this ma- person." In the last moment, Wooyoung realized that his friend had no clue of his tendencies. Well- he hadn't himself until two hours ago.

"I meant a person who looked pretty hot", he giggled. "And somehow I ended up in their arms and then they drove me home."

Wooyoung had a dreamy look on his face and a foolish smile on his lips. He couldn't stop thinking about those strong arms and piercing eyes. Also, the man's deep voice... how would it feel like to wake up to it?

The sound of gagging noises pulled the boy out of his daydream.

He rolled his eyes at Yeosang.

"I'm sorry, Woo, but you look so in love, I can't take this seriously", the older laughed so hard that he had to put a hand over his mouth to prevent the soup from coming out.

"Well... who is the lucky woman?", he added, smirking at his friend who simply ignored him and continued eating his soup. Which actually helped a little to ease his mind and make him feel more awake.

"Or is it a man?"

Wooyoung choked and accidentally bit on his spoon.

"Ouch-", he hissed. "I don't wanna talk about it. We should both go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow, you forgot?"

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that Wooyoung wanted to avoid the topic, so Yeosang decided not to inquire further.

He shrugged before standing up and starting to clean their bowls, while the younger disappeared in their shared bathroom to probably brush his teeth — or wank one off to that mysterious person, Yeosang didn't even want to know.

With a sigh, he put away the dishes after drying them as well. He hated cleaning. If he'd ever marry someone it would have to be someone who was eager to do all these annoying tasks...

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I'm sorry that the chapter is so short in comparison to the others. I'm sick since a week, but it's slowly getting better.

I've been searching for a man,
All across Japan,
just to find, to find my samurai
Someone who is strong,
but still a little shy
Yes I need, I need my samurai

I-I-I I'M YOUR LITTLE BUTTERFLY

such a banger.