Obsessed | Woosan FF

THREE

S A N

Groaning softly from the light coming in from his window, San rolled over on his side as he snuggled deeper into the bed only to shoot his eyes open instantly. "Shit." He mumbled as he instantly knew he overslept— his alarm blaring being the evidence of that. The male wasted no time in getting dressed as fast as he could.

San once again wanted to look his best for his idol but he didn't want to be any later than he already was— so he just threw on a white tee and blue ripped jeans. Pairing ankle length converse and a few accessories with his fit. This time San didn't iron his hair, rather the male ruffled it in the mirror before grabbing his important things, and the ticket, before practically running out the door.

The male didn't own a form of transportation yet, using busses to get around, he haven't thought about buying one but at that moment he wished he did. A bus would take him forever to arrive and getting a train without a ticket advanced was a hassle, so San had no choice but to run towards the stadium, ignoring the weird looks he gotten from the public. Panting softly as he finally stood before the backstage doors, the bodyguards asked to see his ticket, this only made San face drop. Fuck.. I dropped the ticket.

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W O O Y O U N G

"Where is he? Where is he.." Wooyoung mumbled to himself as he chewed on his nail in anticipation— he was anxious. The night he spent with San before was almost too perfect, better than what he imagined. The next day he was hoping for the same thing if not better but the male have yet to arrive. "He promised.." He mumbled to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. 

- Flashback : 2 months ago -

Wooyoung had been replying to fans on a day he wasn't busy, he was bored. Being an idol from the age of 10, Wooyoung was bound to be lonely- and he was. He found entertainment when interacting with people yet they didn't treat him normally, rather they treated him like an idol.

Sighing softly, Wooyoung began to swipe off twitter before accidentally clicking a profile. "Shit." He muttered softly, about to get off the page before a sight caught his attention. "He's.. perfect." He said to himself, awestruck by the beauty of this person.

Weeks after finding Sans twitter, Wooyoung couldn't help but he reeled in by the appeal of his profile. San was interesting, almost too interesting and he consumed most of Wooyoungs time. Whenever the idol wasn't practicing, at interviews or dress fitting he was most certainly stalking the latters page; learning about him bit by bit.

Weeks turned into a month, Wooyoung thought he'd be tired of this attraction by now, after all he wasn't anything but one of his many fans but no, no it didn't stop there. Wooyoung found himself craving to be held by the male, craving to kiss and claim the male, craving to have the male all to himself.

"Please! This could be good for promotion." Wooyoung pleaded his management. He wanted to hold a contest just to see if San would enter, he just wanted to be near the male for a bit, maybe then, just maybe he'd get over the latter. "Please, Mr K."

"Fine, Fine! Since you've been doing so well lately, i suppose but only for a little, no need to stop the tour."

- End of Flashback -

That's how Wooyoung ended up here with nothing but San on his mind. He thought just being by him would be enough but no, Wooyoung wanted more than just the presence. "Wooyoung!" Being snapped out of daze, Wooyoung looked over at his bodyguard with an annoyed look. "What? It's not time to preform yet." He snapped slightly, he was upset, anxious and pissed off. Why wasn't San here?

"There's a male outside claiming that he won the ticket from the contest and that he was here yesterday. He's asking to see you for confirmation." He said in a monotone, causing Wooyoung to perk up, could it be who he thought? But San had the ticket, so why? Sighing softly to himself Wooyoung turned to look at himself in the mirror, he made himself look extra pretty today for San and he wasn't here to see him. "Lead the way."

"Wooyoung! Tell them I was here yesterday, I accidentally dropped my ticket trying to get here." He heard the voice, the voice that was music to his ears— better than the music he produced. "San." Was all he responded with before running towards the other and latching himself onto him. They were trying to keep him away, they were the reason San couldn't be with him sooner.

"Stupid.. so stupid." He muttered to himself before sliding his hand down and intertwining his fingers with the older, "How come you don't recognize him? You're bodyguards, use your fucking eyes." He said quite harshly before pulling San with him. Hand in hand with the male he so desperately craved, the one he so needed. He needed to keep San with him, he had to make sure San couldn't escape him again and Wooyoung thought of the perfect way of keep the male safe and with him, forever.

. . . . end of chap 3

a/n : this is making me giggle akfjdifhe