Heliotropes and Homicide | WooSan

-Let Me Go-

Wooyoung awoke to the comforting smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. San wasn't next to him either so he got up and headed to the bathroom to shower and freshen up.

...Ah, shit.

Wooyoung stared at himself in the mirror as tiny droplets of water decorated his skin. Only a towel was wrapped around his waist. Wooyoung realised that he had no clothes to change into and he didn't where they were kept either. 

I guess I'll just have to risk it.

And so, Wooyoung exited the bedroom and recalled the way to the kitchen. He was met with San cooking and humming some tune. Wooyoung had to admit, San sounded and looked good like this.

As if San had some supernatural powers, he turned around and locked eyes onto Wooyoung's eyes. However, his eyes slowly travelled down Wooyoung's body and stopped at his naked torso. Wooyoung could swear that he felt his soul evaporating at this action.

San started walking towards him.

Wooyoung gulped.

San stopped in front of Wooyoung and cornered him so that his body was against the dining table. 

His eyes scanned Wooyoung shamelessly and he smirked, leaning down to suck the water droplets on Wooyoung's neck and chest.

Wooyoung tried to push San away but ultimately ended up moaning at the addictive touch. How was he supposed to resist if San was this good?

San's tongue darted out, licking a strip from Wooyoung's neck all the way down to his nipple, before finally stopping there and sucking it. Wooyoung involuntarily whined at the wet warmth and simultaneous pain. 

Finally, San let go.

"Mmh~ fuck. This is so much better than breakfast~"

Wooyoung didn't reply as he was still a breathless mess.

San scanned the marks he made on Wooyoung and smirked, closing the gap between their lips. His hand travelled down Wooyoung's waist and settled on the towel wrapped around his torso. One tug and it would pull off completely... It was then that Wooyoung snapped out of his trance. He realised he was giving in and somehow managed to pull away, even though his body didn't want to.

"N-no get off m-me."

San stared at Wooyoung and smiled.

"Fuck, you're so addictive babe. You really don't know what you're doing to me."

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind Wooyoung's ear.

"Any reason why you're not wearing clothes babe? You really want to impress me that much~?" he smirked for the hundredth time.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at the audacity of this cocky bastard.

"No Mr Narcissist, I just came here to ask for clothes because you clearly didn't give me any."

San paused and a look crossed his face.

"Oh... yeah I forgot about that. Woops."

Wooyoung lifted one of his eyebrows in judgement. He didn't know where this newfound confidence was coming from but was he complaining? Nope. It seemed to be working. 

San moved away from Wooyoung and Wooyoung presumed he went to grab him some clothes. He finally remembered about the unlocked front door.

I think this is my chance.

Wooyoung headed out of the kitchen and looked at the front door. However, this time it was bolted with two locks. Wooyoung internally groaned and ran back into the kitchen once he heard San's footsteps approaching.