Before rushing out the company, San needed to finish a couple more things, and Wooyoung's response was what saved San from staying in that place any longer. Although the younger didn't reply since his first message, but San didn't look into it, at least the boy was fine. Now the time being 2:57 pm, he assumed Wooyoung's shift wouldn't last much longer, since it was an early shift today, and his backup would come in soon.
Taking his own vehicle, he drove steadily towards the diner he now grew quite familiar with. He parked his car nearby, and headed on his way towards the younger. He spotted Wooyoung's black hair flopping around as he wipes the counter, laughing and smiling widely at a remark said by another coworker. San also noticed a young woman tapping Wooyoung's shoulder, and after she gathered his attention, pointed towards her watch. He noticed the expression change on Wooyoung's face, as he hastily tried finishing with the table, her giggling behind her hand as he did so.
Not watching much further from the outside, San walked in, ignoring the strange woman for now, as he approached the cleaning male. Clearing his throat, he spoke, making the younger look up at him with his shocked eyes. "Wooyoung?"
He furrowed his brows in confusion, "San? What are you doing here?"
"Didn't you read my texts, I'm here to pick you up," San grew irritated quickly, the young woman slipping past the males to the back room.
"Oh, well. Sorry, you can't. I have to drop Seyoung off," Wooyoung said, dusting himself off as he finished the cleaning the table ahead of him.
"Seyoung?" San inquired.
"Yeah. She's new here, and doesn't have a car yet, so I'm going to drop her off..." Wooyoung said, slightly agitated at the sudden interrogation he found himself in.
"Oh? So, you just decided to be her personal driver now?"
Wooyoung nodded, "pretty much," he said clipped.
"Pfft, at least do it for money," San scoffed. Before he could utter another word, the young lady from before showed up from behind Wooyoung, her items clutched closely to her side.
"Come on, Wooyoung," her cheery voice claimed. Turning towards San, her expression turned apologetic. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you had a customer," she bowed, wanting to stand aside before Wooyoung's voice piped up.
"No no, he's nothing of that sort, there was a slight misunderstanding. He should be going now," Wooyoung turned back to San with narrowed eyes.
San ignored them, "no, Wooyoung. You are coming with me, I didn't come here because of a misunderstanding, I'm here for you. So, please, let's—"
"I already told you, I'm going to drop her off, I'll text you when I'm free," Wooyoung sighed, and turned back to Seyoung. "Give me a minute, I have to get something from the back."
She nodded at him, and stood patiently at the side, San eyeing her up and down. Who was she? He scoffed at the idea Wooyoung was pushing him aside for her, and then telling him he'd text when he's free? Does it look like I have time for this shit?
His glaring intensified, alerting Seyoung, making her turn towards him, expression unreadable. "Do you have a problem?"
San smirked, "none at all."
"Good," she said, turning away again. He may have imagined it, but San was sure he saw a triumphant smirk lay behind her innocent face.
Waiting for Wooyoung seemed to hurt his ego, so he chose to leave. "Then," San's voice hardened, "I should be leaving then." He tapped on the counter before he walked towards the door, feeling his rage finally seep through.
A minute later, Wooyoung walked out of the room. "Where's San?" he mumbled to himself, turning towards the waiting girl, "sorry for the wait. Did he bother you by any chance? I shouldn't have left you alone, I'm sorry."
"Don't bother, he didn't do anything at all. He just stared and left," she shrugged.
"Hm, okay." Wooyoung said, showing his keys with a smile, "shall we?"
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The music reverberated in his ears loudly as he downed another shot, losing consciousness as the liquid went down his throat. His eyes were droopy as he moved with the beats of the song playing.
He slowly moved towards the dance floor, sweaty bodies instantly pressing at his sides. Pushing through, his gaze fixated on how she swayed her hips, and the way her hair fell on her shoulders, and the way the light hit her silky dress, illuminating her from the rest.
Despite how drunk and hazy he felt, he strode towards her. Her seductive eyes caught sight of him as he neared, his eyes grazed her up and down, taking her all in. San didn't know how it happened, but he ended up entangling his hands in her smooth, blonde locks, as her soft, pillowy lips ghosted over his. Inching closer, his tongue glided inside as she allowed him entrance, allowing himself to get drowned in the taste of her. His free hand wrapped around her body, swarming himself in the warmth of her skin.
Her backless dress caused his cold hands to meet with her hot skin, emitting a small hiss from her at the contact. He bit down on her bottom lip at that opportunity, leaving her cherry lips to trace sloppy kisses along her jaw, going down towards her neck, reaching her soft spot. She let out a quiet moan, making a shiver run down San's spine at the sound, as he sucked harder over the spot. The sounds grew more erotic, as her hands started clawing at his body, trying to bring him closer in any way possible.
Leaving a small kiss at her shoulder, collarbone, and the mark he left on her neck, he reconnected his lips to hers, both hands bringing her closer, as he rocked her hips slightly, making it increasingly difficult for him to stay where they were. "Let's take this somewhere quieter," he growled in her ear.
She let out a giggle along with a smirk, she intertwined her fingers with his, as she lead them both out of the club. He kept her close, hugging her back, nibbling at the soft skin of the crook of her neck, as she called her a cab to pick them up. Swiftly turning her around, he caught her lips again, as their tongues danced together in a synchronized manner, as he backed her up against the wall behind them. Supporting his body, he pressed himself further against her, their bodies growing hot with tension.
She pulled away quickly, and told him to be patient while she would call for a taxi. She pressed one more kiss as she moved away from him, swaying her hips as she moved, San's eyes locked to every move. His mind was cloudy, but he noticed when the cab arrived and quickly walked in after she. Once seated, he proceeded to lay her thigh on top of his, his hand grazing her skin, inching closer and closer, not keeping their hands or lips off each other, until they arrived at her place.
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Fanfiction« san, this is wrong » « that didn't stop you before » ☂︎︎☂︎︎☂︎︎ ➪ in which wooyoung falls in love with his ex girlfriend's new husband.
