Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

7: Pretty

( Sorry,I know I promised a double update but I really forgot😭)

⚠ Trigger warning⚠

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"MOM!"
"Wooyoung I'm fine, run and don't look back!"
    
      *Bang! Bang!*

Wooyoung jolted upright, sweat coating his skin like a second layer.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he scanned the darkened room, seeking solace in the familiar shapes.

A shiver ran down his spine as the remnants of the nightmare lingered, haunting his thoughts like an unwelcome guest.

"Mom" the latter sobbed in fear.

Wooyoung picked up his pillow and quietly exited his room.

With hesitant steps, Wooyoung navigated the dimly lit corridor of their modern house, clutching his pillow like a shield against the residual fear.

Each shadow seemed to morph into sinister shapes, echoing the horrors of his nightmare.

Wooyoung tiptoed through the silent corridor, wary of waking up the people in the house.

His heart pounded in his chest, guilt gnawing at his conscience for intruding without permission.

Pushing open San's door, he found him asleep, unaware of the intrusion.

Wooyoung's steps were feather-light as he ventured into San's room, a mixture of apprehension and desperation swirling within him.

With each cautious movement, the weight of guilt bore down on him, but the allure of seeking refuge in San's presence outweighed his reservations.

Gently, he lowered himself onto the edge of San's bed, careful not to disturb his slumber.

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room.

As Wooyoung lay there, the familiar scent of San's cologne enveloped him, offering a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the turmoil of his mind.

Yet, despite the physical proximity, an invisible barrier of unease separated them.

Every rustle of the sheets felt like an accusation, a reminder of his transgression.

Minutes stretched into eternity as Wooyoung lay awake, his thoughts consumed by regret and uncertainty.

Is San going to be mad at me ? The question lingered, unanswered, as exhaustion eventually claimed him, pulling him into a fitful slumber.

In the quiet of the night, amidst the hushed breaths and whispered regrets, Wooyoung found temporary respite from the haunting specters of his nightmares.

Despite San being unaware of the younger's presence, his arms instinctively wrapped around Wooyoung, drawing him closer in an unconscious embrace.

As the warmth of their bodies mingled, Wooyoung found himself leaning closer into the  unexpected comfort in the secure hold.

Their legs entwined, forming an intimate connection that no one would believe these people had just met less than 24hrs ago.

In the quiet depths of the night, they lay intertwined, each finding solace in the other's presence.

As dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, they remained locked in their embrace, oblivious to the outside world.

In that fleeting moment of intimacy, the lines between employer and employee blurred, leaving only the tender connection between two souls seeking refuge in each other's arms.