[ KAIZEN || WooSan fanfic ] sequel - book 2

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18th September

Wooyoung asked me about my parents today. He said he wanted to know more about me. And since I don't want to be associated with them anymore... I told him I was an orphan. Because it felt better to have no parents than to have one who can't even care for you. Since that day, Wooyoung invited me to his house for dinner and even sleepover.

His parents started to like me too and became very fond of me. They always treated me like I was their son. The closer I got to Wooyoung and his family, the more in love I fell for him.

Till I was the one kissing him one night during a storm when I was too scared to go home. He was so gentle and didn't feel disgusted by me kissing him.

But his lips felt magical. They felt... unreal. I wanted them all to myself.

I asked Wooyoung out on a date. He happlily agreed. And since that moment, whether Wooyoung admitted to it or not, he became and remained mine.

Even till death.

I love him. I love him so much my heart burns at the sight of him. I want him and him alone. He is the reason I'm able to stay sane.

I want him all for myself. I don't care if it's selfish but no one should hold him, kiss him or love him the way I did.

No one had ever looked at me the way Wooyoung did. Not even my blood parents and it's strange how it feels like the first thing I could see when I gained sight as a baby was a look of disappointment. Wooyoung never looked at me like I was a disappointment. He looked at me like I was perfect, like I had no flaws. Every time we went on a date, he was bubbly and sweet. He made me feel wanted. Something no one else was able to do. He made me feel like I was the only one who mattered to him.

Call it an obsession, call it love or whatever, I needed Wooyoung in every way possible. It wasn't a want it was a need.

He had a beautiful figure and a curvy ass, he was small enough to fit under me, he had such perfect lips that could be put to good use.

A few months after we started dating, I was starting to have strange dreams about him. Vivid images of things that were so wrong. Often times I would wake up, panting. Scared that I could dream of such a thing.

Dream of Wooyoung naked, Wooyoung calling my name in desperation. It was so painfully clear I could remember every detail.