My Dirty Dancer (WooSan) (COMPLETED)

8: New me

Sorry for the short chapters 😭 they will get better soon but I just discovered making edits on my instagram account (@san_san_stan_) and I've been wasting so much time on those

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Wooyoung's POV

I've never actually looked forward to going to work, until now. I wake up happy, almost half an hour earlier than usual, I get ready, actually caring about what my hair looks like before I leave and taking the time to have breakfast.

'You look happy', bedhead Changbin appears from his room, right when I'm about to leave the house.

'Well, I'll see San at work'

'You'll barely be able to talk to him, it's work, not a date', he sighs and walks towards the kitchen to grab a box of cereal.

'Still', I exclaim on my way out, jut to storm back in again, I left my phone.

Lunch break arrives and I San comes to sit next to me.

'Hi, baby'

I look up at him, surprised at the nickname.

'You don't like it when I call you that?'

'I do, but maybe not at work? People just like to create drama, you know?'

'Sure, Mr. Jung', he jokes.

'So, are we... Together now?', I say, whispering so nobody can hear it.

'If you want to'

'I do'

'Let me take you out on a date then'

'Shh'

'Amusement park, I'll pick you up ', he whispers into my ear.

Somehow, that made my heart flutter, the stern tone he speaks in, it made me feel something strange. But good.

It's weird, I just met him but he makes me feel things I've never felt before, ever since the performance at the strip club.

'What time?', I whisper back.

'8PM'

I stare into his eyes. I want to look away, but I can't, I'm way too attracted to that face. I think he noticed my staring, he's blushing a bit but he does everything to hide it, by using his stern, dominant voice again, 'Be ready, I don't want to wait for too long'

It makes me melt inside, or so it feels.

San's POV

Wooyoung's worry of somebody hearing us is kind of cute, so I have to try not to smile to stay dead serious while whispering the place of our date into his ear. I can see his face change with my change of tone, but not necessarily for the worse, I think he kind of likes this way of talking.

He keeps staring at my face, I'm almost melting for his cute doe eyes but I try to keep my attitude, his eyes just drilling deeper into mine with every word I speak.

Wooyoung's POV

What do I have to wear? What would San like? After all, he's a man, not a girl, he likes different things, what do I do?

Changbin walks into my bedroom after I've walked back and forward 10 times in front of my wardrobe.

'What are you so stressed for?'

'San asked me out on a date'

'Oh my god, yes'

'What do I wear? He's a man, he likes different things than girls'

'Something pretty'

'Pretty?', I open my wardrobe full of suits in confusion.

'Yeah, pretty. Oh, look, a knit cardigan'

'My fucking mom bought that for me'

'It's pretty'

'I hate it'

'You choose'

'I'm not wearing that'

'Alright', he keeps nosing in my closet, 'This sweater is so cute'

Changbin pulls out a baby blue sweater I haven't worn since high school, I just keep it because I was wearing it the first time I kissed a girl. I chuckle at the memories.

'I haven't worn that since high school'

'Well you're wearing it now', he throws it onto the bed together with a pair of jeans I also haven't worn since that time.

'Those pants are probably too small by now'

'Then he can see your ass better', he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world, 'Now, for make-up'

'Make-up? But I'm a man'

'I'm also a man and I wear make-up too'

'You're a stripper'

'Just do it, you'll look good in it'

'I don't even have make-up, and how do I apply it?'

'I'll do your make-up'

'What if I don't trust you?'

Well, I trusted him anyway, half an hour later I'm sitting on a chair in the bathroom with a baby blue sweater and tight jeans, while Changbin is doing my make-up. Surprisingly, I don't hate it, Changbin keeps the make-up light and I'm actually kind of loving it.

When I look in the mirror, I see a whole different version of myself, but I like it, it's like breaking away from always trying to be the man society wants me to be, the man I have to be at work to survive.

I'm starting to think it's pretty myself, and lightly smile into the bathroom mirror, the tiny gesture not left unnoticed by Changbin.

'I'm starting to like this new me'

'Of course', is his only response.

'You look... Different', San notices when I get into the car.

'Changbin gave me a bit of a makeover'

'I like it'

He sends shivers down my spine. Again.

'I like the new me too', I chuckle.

'It's pretty'

Pretty.