selfish• woosan (book 1)

28: her

lowkey a filler chapter and it's unedited!
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San woke to the smell of breakfast wafting up the stairs. Then frowns, missing having Wooyoung by his side. Wooyoung, however, had decided to follow his mother's rules, not wanting to get on her bad side. Stretching, he rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs, drawn by the enticing smell.

As he descended the stairs, the sound of bickering reached his ears, the voices a familiar symphony of his mother and Wooyoung. The tone was sharp, as
Wooyoung was trying to make breakfast with his mother . "Ugh, get out of my kitchen, I'll make it," Mrs. Choi grumbled.

"Mrs. Choi, please just teach me then," Wooyoung pleaded, earning a dirty look from her. "Do I look like a teacher? Learn on your own. It's sad that you've been married to my son for a year-"

"Two years, but we've been together for seven, excluding the three lost years," Wooyoung corrected her. She threatened to hit him, causing him to wince. San decided to intervene. "Hey, um, good morning."

He received mixed responses from the two. He turned to Wooyoung, "I just wanted to learn how to make your favorite breakfast since you never let me in the kitchen," Wooyoung poked San's side.

"Well, last time you did, you almost burned the house down," San reminded Wooyoung, taking a seat next to him.

"I was only 20 then. I'm mature now," Wooyoung stated. Mrs. Choi snorted, "I'll be the judge of that."

"San, take him," Mrs. Choi requested, and San ushered Wooyoung into the living room.

"Let's just wait until she's finished," San suggested, settling onto the couch and pulling Wooyoung onto his lap. "I think she's warming up to me," Wooyoung laughed, playing with San's hand.

"You're cute, you know that," San chuckled, toying with the hem of Wooyoung's shirt. "I'll let you cook for me."

"Once I move back to Seoul?" Wooyoung asked, to which San nodded. "Deal, I want to show you my skills."

As they sat there, San's train of thought was interrupted by his phone buzzing with a text from Winter confirming their meeting. "Winter is free to meet you today. Will you come to Seoul with me?"

Wooyoung, who had been resting his head on San's shoulder, lifted his head to meet San's gaze. "Um, sure."

"Are you sure?" San asked, searching Wooyoung's eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Wooyoung leaned in, touching foreheads with San. "Very sure," he confirmed, his voice steady.

Before they could continue their conversation, San's mother called from the kitchen, "Breakfast is done!"

As they sat down to eat, it was clear that Mrs. Choi was slowly warming up to Wooyoung, if only by 25 percent. She didn't serve him any meat, but she did make him some kimchi. "Thanks, Mom," Wooyoung said, reaching for the kimchi.

Mrs. Choi shot him a glare, and Wooyoung quickly corrected himself, "Mrs. Choi." Despite her gruff exterior, it was clear that Mrs. Choi was making an effort to accept Wooyoung.

Mrs. Choi decided to bring up the topic of Winter during breakfast. She wasn't trying to be insulting, she was just curious. "Any news about the baby?"

"It's getting bigger, she is showing now," San revealed. At this, Mrs. Choi cooed in delight. "Actually, we're going to see her today. Wooyoung and Winter will meet."

"So soon? Why?" Mrs. Choi asked, her gaze shifting to Wooyoung who was eating his food quietly. San let out an annoyed sigh.

"Because she really wants to see him," San explained.