And To Love In Return... (BOOK 2)

My Valentine

Wooyoung's POV:

"You have a staring problem."

"Did you really think I wasn't going to stare directly at your head the entire night?" He's blonde. He is platinum fucking blonde. Not a small streak like he said. The whole thing. His whole damn head. "Not to mention, you're wearing a fucking suit, San. I thought we talked about this."

We were in the nicest restaurant in all of Seoul. The cheapest thing on the menu was more than what I had in my bank account. But apparently when you're a full scholarship athlete, the school pays you. I think that's absolutely absurdity, but I don't have a single complaint.

"What?" He shrugged. "I thought this was a part of the fantasy."

I smacked my hand so hard over my mouth, I swear a few heads turned. "You son of a bitch." My words were muffled as I stayed in shock. He held his hand up as if he were imitating a gun and lowered his thumb to pull the trigger. I had to close my eyes and concentrate so I could reverse what was happening in my pants.

"Something bothering you, beautiful?" He tried to play all sweet and innocent, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I'm fine." I opened my eyes and smiled, adjusting myself.

He leaned forward, "you can always tell me if something's wrong."

"I know." My leg was bouncing rapidly underneath the table, but you'd never know I was nervous if you judged the rest of my demeanor. "I always do. I just think we might have business to take care of later, that's all." I sounded calm yet seductive. Two can play at this game, it doesn't matter where we are. I'm not losing.

"Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of business?"

"You're the smart one, I think you can figure it out."

He started to play with a knife, spinning it underneath his finger as it stabbed into the table.

"I know what our business entails." He then pointed the knife at me. "I just wanted to hear you say it." That's when I realized San was playing along with my forbidden fantasy. Choi San would never point a knife at me, mafia Choi San would.

I waved him closer with my two fingers as we both leaned in for me to speak.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't move." I whispered and gently bit his earlobe. "Begging you to stop, crying because it feels so good."

"No one will ever fuck you like I do." He whispered back, holding the back of my head close. "You're all mine."

"You sound scared. Afraid I might leave you for someone else?"

"I'd kill them before they even have the chance." I had to cross my legs, rubbing my thighs together desperate to ease the tension of what's between them. "No one will ever take you from me."

I leaned back in my seat and he did the same.

"I need to use the bathroom real quick."

"Need help?" He smirked. I stood up and grabbed his wrist, dragging him with me. We went right in a stall big enough for two. "We need to make it quick." He whispered. "And quiet."

"Not a problem." I was grateful for the walls reaching all the way down to the ground so no one could peek underneath and see two guys fucking in a very public bathroom so my anxiety wasn't nearly as high. It was just up to me to stay as silent as possible.

We both frantically undid our belts and unbuttoned our pants, pulling them down at a rapid speed.

"Turn around." He commanded before he stuck two fingers in my mouth to suck on. Little did he know, I had a surprise of my own. Once he felt they were wet enough, he circled them around my hole and pushed his fingers inside me. "Oh, you're so fucking bad." He groaned. Without warning, he thrusted his cock inside me, already moving at a fast pace. "Stretching yourself out all for me?"