𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 | 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛

☪︎ - 18

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- 𝔼𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋𝔼𝔼ℕ -

𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝e

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"hey cherry?"

the two were sat at the table, each on either end though the table wasn't big, wooyoung only used that one when there were a lot of people over. the room was nicely lit, just like the whole penthouse, san felt lucky to be in such a nice place, back at the apartment they didn't have an entire room for dining, it was a change.

"hm?" they were eating the jjigae wooyoung had made for them, san was so thankful- he really didn't get to eat like this often. the food was delicious, it tasted even better then it smelt, he really was grateful. he hoped one day he could eat like this with hongjoong and the others.

wooyoung cleared his throat, and sat up a bit, the question took up all his thoughts when he first held sans hand while sitting on the counter together, once he noticed he had to ask, "i don't mean to make you uncomfortable if i do, but are you into bondage?"

it sounded weird, random and strange sure, but wooyoung knew what he really wanted to ask him. he hoped san wouldn't find him weird for asking that, he just didn't really know how else to phrase the question without being upfront.

san looked up from his food, eyes wide, lips parted and cheeks dusted red. he looked down again and shook his head, playing with his chopsticks a bit,

"no, i hate it."

it brought back too many memories for san, made him feel trapped again, he didn't like that feeling- it wasn't something he ever wanted to go back to anyways. wooyoung nodded, speaking again after a couple seconds, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl absentmindedly, it was funny how they mimicked each other a bit,

"so you don't do it with uhm, other clients? w-which is totally fine by the way!"

san shook his head, "never."

the older nodded slowly, humming to himself, and san cleared his throat,

"uhm, w-why? do you want to?"

wooyoung shook his head quickly, face flushing red at the thought of the other like that, under him at his mercy-he shook out his thoughts- bad, wooyoung. "no, no, no not at all! i'd never do that with you!"

well that's really not what he wanted to say.

san frowned, seeming to deflate, "oh."

wooyoung held his hands up, shaking his head a bit faster- san found the sight amusing, the other scrambling to fix his words, "w-wait, not like that. i meant i'd never make you do something your not comfortable with, not that i wouldn't sleep with you." he spoke quickly, rushing to try and wipe the frown (which at this point was fake) from the youngers face. "i mean, i wouldn't sleep with you- but not because you aren't attractive or anything, you really are- i mean you're very nice too- but! but i wouldn't sleep with a minor so yeah, but it's not you i swear!"

they stared at each other, wooyoung with pleading eyes- san stifled a laugh, found the urgency in wooyoungs voice funny, "mhm, id say you saved yourself there at the end, so why'd you ask?"

"oh- uhm, well i was wondering if the last client you had, the one who scratched you, if he made you do that stuff?"

san shook his head, the playfulness left the room, it was a little tense again, now he was a little nervous, "no, he didn't." san lied, it was true he didn't, but that's because there was no client at all in the first place. wooyoung hummed, eyes stuck on the red marks over sans wrists, wrapped around them like a band- he frowned, "so, those.....marks, aren't from that, are they?"

the boy stiffened in front of him, putting his spoon down with a loud clank of the glass, hiding his hands under the table over his lap, he sniffled, whispering,

"you are making me uncomfortable."

wooyoung frowned, he ruined it right? he didn't mean to overstep- but he'd seen those on his friends before, he knew what it was from. he just wanted to help, even if all he could do was be someone for the boy to talk to, to listen- he'd do it. but he ruined it didn't he? he must find him irritable, always asking these intrusive questions, always talking, always talking, always talking, always- "i'm sorry, fuck i'm sorry. i-i didn't mean to make you feel that way, i just- you shouldn't wear those bracelets anymore."

san didn't answer, the table grew quiet.

they stayed like that for the rest of breakfast.

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when they finished eating, wooyoung picked up their dishes, his own voice going rapid in his head, he messed up another thing yet again, just a disappointment-

always a disappointment.

if he kept his mouth shut they wouldn't be in such an awkward thick air, maybe he could've made the younger feel better, made him smile or laugh. but he just had to open his mouth right? wooyoung sighed, washing the bowls in a rougher way then needed, i always fucking ruin everything.

"wooyoung-hyung?" the older looked up from the sink, san stared back at him, eyes round and soft, the boy had his clothes from last night with him, bunched up in his hands, wooyoungs heart broke.

he cleared his throat, "yeah?"

"i'd like to go home now," he continued, and looked away after a few seconds without a response from older.

wooyoung, with his thoughts booming loudly, nodded slowly- "yeah, yeah okay. uhm, i'll take you back."

san hummed, and then left the kitchen.

"fuck."

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hi okay so this. chapter.

issss something

i like it but like idk i don't? like i feel like i didn't portray wooyoungs like issue like and i wish i did that better but oh well ig

anyways this book is something huh. i really enjoy writing this book but it takes a lot from me to do like? which is fine it's nothing bad or draining the book is just very heavy (and this is my first time writing a book like this) but yeh

alsoooooo i have like other books im writing and only some of them are woosan but i'm rlly excited for those too

okay bye

~ lix ~

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