How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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San was a strong man. San was someone who could pride himself on his competence, his willpower, his composure.

Unless Wooyoung was involved.

Then, he obtained absolutely none of those qualities.

At the shorter's millionth, merciless hip roll against him, body arching with expertise, arms curved up behind his neck with his head back letting out the softest moans loud enough for only San to hear amongst the bustling floor of voices and music, San's very thin last string of patience threatened to snap with force.

"Daddy."

No. Don't do it.

"Want you."

Not here, not now. Please.

"Fuck me."

At that, San audibly hissed. If he thought his fingers were gripping on to Wooyoung's hips for dear life before, they were at risk of piercing his goddamn skin now.

Wooyoung spun, stumbling a little at his own speed and fastening his arms back up around San for stability. "Take me home and fuck me. Wan' feel it. Feel you. Give me what I want, please? I need you so fucking bad."

The glazed over, soul burning look in Wooyoung's intoxicated eyes was nothing short of mind altering. San, with his hands more or less keeping the shorter up by the hold he had around his waist, moved closer to speak.

"I can't, baby. You're drunk. We can still dance and kiss a little, but there's absolutely zero chance of it going further whilst you're not in your proper mind. You understand that, pretty?" He whispered off, pressing an apologetic peck to the tip of Wooyoung's ear.

"Mmmmmnoooooooo. Nononono." Wooyoung slurred, using his lock around San's neck to sway around and shake his head fervently from side to side, giggling away in refusal.

"Yes yes yes yes." San returned, eyes rolling but still grinning at his beloved's uninhibited side, though tightening the fasten on his body to keep him from headbutting a passerby.

"You love me sooooo much!" Wooyoung startled suddenly, shooting upright as though he'd just had a life changing thought spring to mind and booping San's nose with a fingertip. "My man loooooves me. Would never ever, EVER, hurt me. CAN I GET A FUCK YEAH FOR CHOI SAN IN THIS BITCH OR WHAT-"

San was, unluckily for him but luckily for Wooyoung, nowhere near quick enough in stifling the shorter's crowd hollering as a wave of shouts, whistles and cheers circled back to them both. Wooyoung clapped away like a true menace, managing to soften the sweet yet flustering public blow with a loving kiss, only to add an absolute truckload more of humiliation in his very next breath by outright bellowing, "THREE CHEERS FOR WOOYOUNG, THAT'S ME, FOR LANDING THE GUY WITH THE BIGGEST COCK IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE!!"

Wooyoung got his roaring cheers, his applause and even salutes from where he now lay dangling over San's shoulder, thrown there essentially in time out as he waved and blew kisses to the other students trying to encourage him to keep going.

San wasn't mad. More the complete opposite. He adored, despite it being through total inebriation, Wooyoung's declaration of uh, love? for him. But it was in fact getting late, and Wooyoung was one drink and one public service announcement away from sharing just about every aspect of their sexual relationship.

"We're calling it a night. Do you need a ride home, Hwa? Or are you okay staying here with Hongjoong?" San asked his blatantly smitten friend once he'd located the two, now in the kitchen filling small cups for a match of beer pong.

"I'm good, bro. We stopped drinking properly a little while ago, we're just having a quick game then walking back to Joongie's." Hwa responded with confidence, not a hint of hesitance or shyness to his words, before locking on to his sweet little friend hanging appearingly unconscious off San's shoulder. "Is Youngie awake?"