❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ Months have passed since San left behind everything he ever desired, determined to confront the demons that had him spiraling without reprieve. Cursed and bound by fate, it became increasingly difficult for him no...
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《 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝐒𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 》
In the quiet early morning, as Wooyoung slept peacefully beside me, I took a deep breath, my heart filled with contentment. Turning to my side, I gazed at his serene expression, the kind that made him look almost angelic. He was my guiding light, my little moon that led me effortlessly through life, bringing peace just by his presence.
Slowly, I extended my hand, the tips of my fingers delicately tracing his lips. My smile widened as I gently touched his nose, careful not to wake him. To me, he was perfection embodied, everything I desired and needed.
I leaned in closer and softly kissed his lips. He stirred, his arms finding their way around me as he snuggled closer, instinctively returning the affection with a sleepy kiss pressed against my chest. In this tranquil dawn moment, the rest of the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of our embrace, a comforting and serene way to start the day.
It was time for me to rise and tackle the day's work on my computer. Despite the busy schedule ahead, I felt lighter, though there was a nagging worry about how Seong-min's night out had gone. He was likely still sleeping off the events of the previous evening.
Gently, with a smile, I began to untangle myself from Wooyoung. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he hummed in response, giving me a faint smile that warmed my heart. Just then, I heard Seonghwa calling my name from another room, pulling me back to the reality of the day's responsibilities.
"I have to get up, my love. I've got work to do," I said tenderly, kissing Wooyoung's cheek softly. His understanding nod allowed me to feel at ease as I slipped out of the bed.
As I got myself ready for the day, pulling on some jeans and an oversized jumper, I grabbed my working glasses and perched them on my nose. I was about to step out of my room when I decided to check on Seong-min. He had had a wild night out, and I was concerned. But as I entered his room, I found his bed neatly made, and he wasn't there. Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from Seonghwa that stopped me in my tracks.
"I'm in the office. Your brother and the others haven't come back, and it's afternoon already. He had a fight too, almost killed a guy." The message read, chilling me with its urgency.
Hearing raised voices below, my anxiety turned to anger. He was older than me and yet so recklessly impulsive. Clenching my fists, I stormed downstairs, driven by a mix of worry and fury. What had made him act out like this? Was it the aftermath of Chan leaving, or had he simply blacked out and couldn't remember?
"You're such an idiot. Do you realize what you did?" I confronted him coldly as I approached, scanning his inebriated gaze, my fists tightening.
"I didn't do anything wrong. I just had fun and drank a lot, that's all," he slurred defensively, leaning heavily against the counter, his eyes clouded with confusion.
