Best Served Cold

Chapter 19

"Y-You're not passed out?" S spoke with a stutter Wooyoung hadn't expected to hear. S placed him down but Wooyoung held onto him tightly.

"Hey...Instead of doing this to me, why don't you just tell me who you are and maybe we can work things out instead?" Wooyoung blurted out.

"What?"

"I'll forgive you for what you've done to me and we could be...actual fuck buddies or something. Something that we would both enjoy more than you just fucking me all the time," Wooyoung said quickly and felt S took a step back. Gloved hands reached up and held his hands, trying to pry him off.

"Let go."

"Not until you give me an answer. Maybe... Maybe I can learn to love you too if you let me and whatever scars I gave you before or whatever revenge it is you're seeking, let's learn to forgive each other and move past that," Wooyoung said desperately. At this point, he was willing to turn this into something proper so that he wouldn't feel so horrible and twisted about this whole situation. S managed to rip his hands off and gripped them tightly, making him wince.

"You still don't understand the whole point of this, do you?"

"I don't but I know things don't have to be this way. Please, if you're someone who I hurt before, let me help you," Wooyoung said. "I don't want you to keep hurting and keep hurting me too. It won't go well for either of us."

"Enough," S said and pulled out Wooyoung's phone as he held the male's wrists with one hand. He stumbled a little and his legs gave way, causing him to drop to the ground.

"Huh?" Wooyoung said blankly as he realized he had lost all energy in his legs, most likely from relief that he was no longer being restricted by a cock ring and pleasured with a butt plug. "Could you help me up, please?"

"I'll call someone to get you."

"What?! No! It's fine. I can get home by myself."

"Be quiet," S hissed and Wooyoung flinched. He gulped and tried to pull himself up but S holding onto his hands didn't allow him any support. S placed the phone to his ear and Wooyoung wondered who the other would call. "Choi San?"

His eyes widened and he started to struggle a little but S held his hands tighter and he winced. The man's strength was no joke after all.

"Wooyoung sshi needs your help to get home from the bakery. Won't you be a dear and come get him?"

Wooyoung gritted his teeth and gasped. He moved closer and bit down on S's hand who flinched, letting go of him. Wooyoung grabbed his phone but the call was disconnected before he could talk to San. He collapsed onto the floor again and S stared at him.

"Why would you call him?" Wooyoung asked while moving his calls to text as he sent a message to San not to come.

"He was the first on your call list. Here." S tossed a bag to him which he caught. "Change and put the lingerie inside. Leave it behind the bakery after that."

"What? Oh." Wooyoung had forgotten about that since he had been too high earlier but he guessed S had forgotten about it too since the other didn't remove his top.

"Move."

"I can't!"

S clicked his tongue and dragged him up by the arm. Wooyoung squeaked but used him as a support to get onto his feet. They made their way to the bakery's toilet and S left him there.

"I'll leave now."

"But-"

S slammed the door shut and Wooyoung flinched. He sighed and looked down at his phone as it vibrated. It was a message from San demanding to know who had just called him and if he was okay. Wooyoung was about to reply when he received another message stating that he was on the way.