selfish• woosan (book 1)

13: i love you

should date the time line!?

san : 27
wooyoung :26

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The moonlight bathed the open park in a ghostly glow, casting long shadows of Felix and San as they strolled along the well-worn path. Felix, his eyes sparkling with laughter, pulled San into a warm embrace. "I love you too, Sannie," he murmured into San's hair, his smile as radiant as the stars overhead.

San, a teasing twinkle in his eyes, wrapped his arms around Felix's waist and chuckled. "It would be embarrassing if you didn't," he shot back, his voice light and playful. The sound of Felix's laughter echoed through the quiet park, a symphony of joy that sent a flock of nearby birds into flight.

"You're lovable," Felix retorted, his tone laced with affectionate exasperation. They continued their walk, an intimate ritual shared between them every weekend; a chance to disconnect from the world and lose themselves in each other's company.

"True, true," San hummed in agreement, his gaze drifting towards the star-studded sky. The sight filled him with a sense of tranquility, the universe stretching out above them as if acknowledging the depth of their bond.

Eventually, they found their way back home, the warmth of their shared bed a welcome contrast to the chilly night air. Felix, always the big spoon, opened his arms wide in invitation. With a soft smile, San jumped into Felix's arms, content in the knowledge that he had found his perfect little spoon.

Felix pulled away slightly, his gaze fixed on San's flushed face. "Was that a moan, babe?" he asked, his deep voice resonating in San's ear and sending a shiver down his spine.

"N-no," San stammered, trying to maintain his composure. But his lie was betrayed by his own body, his arousal apparent beneath Felix.

Felix simply hummed in response, pressing a soft kiss to San's cheek. He studied San's face as he rested his head on the older man's shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I thought you had a biting kink for a moment," he teased, his breath warm against San's skin. Felix then playfully nipped at San's neck again, causing San to squirm beneath him.

"Yong," San whined, a soft gasp escaping his lips as Felix's teeth grazed his skin. He gently pushed Felix away, his face a picture of feigned annoyance. "It's not funny."

Felix just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I didn't know you were into biting," he said, his voice thick with amusement. He then buckled his hips down onto San's, causing a friction that made San's breath hitch in his throat, his previous annoyance dissolving into a haze of desire.

Felix's soft chuckles faded into low, rumbling purrs, his fingers tracing tantalizing paths along San's sides. His lips found their way back to San's neck, but this time his bites were replaced with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left goosebumps in their wake.

San's hands roamed along Felix's back, his touch gentle yet firm, encouraging Felix to continue. San's heart pounded in his chest, a steady rhythm that matched the cadence of their bodies moving together.

Felix pulled back to look into San's eyes, his gaze intense and full of adoration. "I love you, Sannie," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. San's response was immediate, his lips crashing onto Felix's in a passionate kiss, his fingers threading through Felix's hair.

Their bodies continued to move together, their shared warmth and affection radiating throughout the room. Each touch, each whispered word, was as the night deepened, they lost themselves in the rhythm of their hearts beating in sync, their love story unfolding with each shared breath.

San woke up to an empty bed, the cool sheets a stark reminder that Felix had already left for work. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he stretched out, his muscles protesting slightly at the sudden movement.

Shuffling towards the bathroom, he turned on the shower, the sound of cascading water filling the quiet room. As he stepped under the warm spray, he winced slightly, feeling the tender scratches on his back that Felix had left behind.

He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up from his chest, his reflection in the mirror showcasing a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment. The marks were a memories to their shared moments, a secret only the two of them shared.

Washing his body with a gentle touch, San let the water wash away any residual sleepiness, his thoughts filled with Felix. His boyfriend's playful bites and teasing touches replayed in his mind, bringing a soft blush to his cheeks.

Once out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the closet. Choosing a comfortable outfit, he got dressed, his movements slower than usual because of the lingering tenderness on his back.

As he finished getting ready for the day, he found himself smiling, his heart filled with a warm happiness.

San sat down at the kitchen table, his stomach rumbling as he served himself a plate of breakfast. He ate in silence, his mind going over the list of errands he had to run for the day. One of them was to drop off some packets for Felix at the post office.

Once he was done with breakfast, he gathered the packets and headed out the door. The post office was a short drive away, and he managed to find a parking spot easily. As he stepped inside, he noticed Yeosang standing by the counter. He chose to ignore his presence, focusing on his task instead.

However, Yeosang was not one to be ignored. "I hope you're happy," Yeosang commented, his tone bitter.

"I am, thank you," San replied politely, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tried to walk past Yeosang, but felt a tug on his jacket. "Let go."

"No, listen to me-"

"I don't have to, Yeosang. Go be happy with Wooyoung and leave me alone." San's words were blunt, causing Yeosang's face to soften.

"What? You're not together?" Yeosang asked, genuine confusion in his eyes. San rolled his eyes, not in the mood to entertain Yeosang's drama.

"As planned, and I've never been happier," San assured him, his tone laced with finality. He handed over the packets to the postal worker and left, ignoring the stunned look on Yeosang's face.

Outside, Yeosang was waiting for him. San chose to ignore him, but Yeosang was not easily deterred. "Stop asking questions, and I don't care about what you have to say," San snapped, growing impatient.

"I'm sorry, but he dumped me for you," Yeosang blurted out, tears streaming down his face. San stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Yeosang. He fought back the urge to laugh, instead, he responded with a hard tone, "He dumped you because you're insane and ruined his life."

With that, San turned around and headed for his car, leaving a distraught Yeosang behind.
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San slipped into the driver's seat of his car, his heart still pounding from the confrontation with Yeosang. He took a moment to steady his breathing, mumbling a quiet, "You're okay," to himself.

Reaching for his phone, he dialed a number, waiting for the familiar voice to pick up. "Hi," he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Is everything okay, San?" a deep voice echoed through the phone, concern evident in his tone. San wiped a tear from his eye, the residual emotion from the encounter still lingering.

"I felt overwhelmed. Just wanted to hear your voice... but I'm okay now," San admitted, his voice wavering slightly. He knew he was being vulnerable, but he didn't care. He needed the comfort, needed the reassurance.

"Okay, good. I love you, okay?" The voice on the other end was soothing, grounding him back to reality. A smile spread across San's face, his heart feeling lighter. "I love you too, Yong."

They exchanged a few more words before saying their goodbyes, the call ending with a promise to meet later. San let out a sigh of relief, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing. With renewed energy, he started the car and drove home.