Fire on fire (woosan)

Chapter 15

No note other than take care and remember hongjoong is watching, always.
By the way I'm sure y'all noticed that the side stories are not progressing right? That's because I have a book for each but one book at the time yeah?
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SAN

In this world there are two roles and you can only play one. Either you dominate or you get dominated, in all aspects but that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is owning and showing up for your role and keep it, fingers crossed you don't lose it somewhere down the road.

Another thing is you can never fall weak, always aim for the win and let nothing stand in your way. Not even your own heart. That's what my parents taught me and drilled it into my skull until I lived it and breathed it. The need to control everything around me all the time is nothing but a habit. When you've been a puppet your whole life it's only fair that you control whatever you can just to feel like you at least have some power right?

Another thing I've been taught is that you must put yourself first no matter what or who you're hurting in the process, that love is nothing but a waste of your time and a man's enemy. I could really go on and on about the things I've been taught but I can't because I'm at the party and it must be lit. I'm currently looking for Wooyoung, he ran off the moment we stepped in this room but I'll find him easily. There isn't much where he can hide, he can never hide from me. I will always find him.

Speaking of Wooyoung. The kid is bit annoying but I like that he has balls and isn't kissing my ass like everyone else, it's refreshing as much as it's annoying. I might keep him around for a little longer than intended, he's a great distraction. I spotted him on a couch all alone, barely looking alive. He really likes testing my patience, I gotta give it to him.

"Wooyoung. Wooyoung?"

Fuck! He's wasted. I don't think he even knows his name. Great. I'll just take him to our room since I'm not feeling whatever shit is going on here. I carried him and left without word. He's so pretty and cute when he's not trying to defy me or argue with me.

"Hyungie where are you taking me? I want to go to Yeosang right nowwwww. Do you hear meeeee Mr?"

Scratch that, he's still annoying.

"I thought you were dead and probably wake up tomorrow. Honestly the best option for everyone."

"I'm… I'm dead?"

"No Wooyoung you're not dead, yet."

"Hyung you're being mean."

"What do you mean? I haven't said anything."

"You're not calling me baby doll. Do you not like me anymore?"

Oh.

"No baby doll, I'm just tired."

"Am I too heavy for Hyung? It's okay I can walk from here."

"Stop wiggling, we're here. I just need to unlock the door."

I lifted my right leg to balance him when I took out the key from my back pocket to unlock the door. I succeeded easily because he was light as fuck. Doesn't he eat?

"It's happening again. I don't give a fuck about your friends I'm right hereeeee."

Wow even though he's drunk he sounds great. I didn't know he can sing but it's not a surprise. A pretty guy like him just has to have it all. He's by far the most beautiful person I've layed my eyes on, both inside and out. I gently laid him down on his bed but he sat up right after.

"I didn't know you could sing baby doll."

I started kicking off his shoes and socks. I took off his hoodie too because he might uncomfortable through the night. He looked up at me and I was trapped for a minute. His wide eyes looking at me with something I couldn't pinpoint, his fluffy blonde hair all messed up but still cute. His pink and glossy lips so inviting I couldn't help myself but peck them. And he fucking giggled. Can he get any cuter?