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🖤🌑☂️☾✧☽☂️🌑🖤
- 𝕋𝕎𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕐 -
𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥
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wooyoung shut the car door behind him, a long drive to one of his parents buildings, he sighed, thoughts still clouded around the cherry haired boy. he had dropped him off a little under an hour ago, couldn't brush away the picture of him with flushed cheeks, mumbling a thank you to wooyoung, and- even better, a see you later. wooyoung smiled, shaking his head to himself as he went up the steps and into the building. when he had walked san to the entrance of the club, he noticed how the bouncer looked at him- confused, but defensive, wooyoung admired that, how he only observed, made him feel calmer knowing the boy truly had people who cared about him there. and when he waved goodbye to the younger, who smiled bashfully and ran inside the club, the bouncer, tall with a stern face, calmly waved him over, "what were you doing with angel?" he was calm, wooyoung smiled.
"i took him home, he stayed the night- we didn't do anything though, i found out he was a minor..."
the bouncer nodded, and stared at him a bit longer, "he's never smiled like that after leaving a client." wooyoung blushed, and the bouncer held his hand out, "shownu."
he took it, the shake much softer then he anticipated, "wooyoung."
the blonde walked through the lobby, finally processing the fact that he was to see his parents, and grew worried- it was never good when he parents asked to see him without notice.
he was positively fucked.
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"wooyoung, who is this?" mrs.jung held out a few photos, all of wooyoung and san this morning, just when he dropped the boy off at the club. he felt his stomach churn, a vile taste rising to his mouth.
"mother-" he started, but stopped when she cut him off, raising her hand up to silence him. "more importantly what were you doing with him so early in the morning?" he didn't answer, he couldn't, he looked down at the images, and then towards the floor. a sigh, a loud one came from his father, who had been quiet before then, wooyoung didn't look up.
"my son goes to a club one night, leaves with some stranger and is seen the next morning returning with his arm around the same boy." his fathers voice is stern, it always had been, filled with hatred and venom for his son. wooyoung was used to that. "what did we tell you about this behavior?" he continued, and wooyoung took a breath.
