Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

12: First day pt 1

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San had been in Italy for a week, helping his friend Hyunjin deal with a devastating attack. The Yakuza had targeted Hyunjin's warehouse, setting it ablaze and destroying everything inside. The fire had left a charred ruin in its wake, but thankfully, no one was hurt.

Despite suffering a significant loss, it was less than 10% of Hyunjin’s total assets. Nevertheless, it was a severe blow that required immediate attention.

San had thrown himself into the work of renovating the warehouse and tracking down the Yakuza. Long days bled into longer nights as he coordinated repairs, spoke with investigators, and tried to piece together the events leading up to the attack. The pressure was relentless, with a deadline of 72 hours to get the warehouse operational again.

It was night in Korea when San received a call from Yeonjun. Hyunjin, who was nearby, answered San's phone, his voice heavy with fatigue.

"Hello," Hyunjin said, his voice carrying the weariness of the past week's events. He put the phone on speaker.

"Hello, sir. How are things that side?" Yeonjun's voice crackled through the line, steady and formal.

"All good. How is he?" Hyunjin asked on San's behalf since he knew the other couldn't ask on his own, his concern evident even in his tired tone.

"He's okay. He's missing you. You should call him, okay?"

"Mmmm," San hummed in response, taking the phone back from Hyunjin before hanging up. He glanced at the phone, a wave of guilt and longing washing over him. He missed Wooyoung, too. But right now, he had to focus. He could call once the work here was done.

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As the morning arrived in Korea, Wooyoung was woken up by Aunty's gentle nudges. It was his first day at Kingdom Academy, a prestigious school known for its luxurious facilities and elite students. He quickly freshened up and changed into his expensive uniform. Standing in front of the mirror, he couldn't help but smile brightly at his reflection. The uniform fit him perfectly, exuding an air of sophistication.

"You look so beautiful," Aunty exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with pride as she fixed his hair.

Wooyoung giggled and thanked her, feeling a rush of excitement. He grabbed his backpack and cellphone, heading downstairs for breakfast. Yeonjun was already at the table, and he bowed slightly as Wooyoung took his seat. They ate in silence, the quiet punctuated only by the clink of cutlery.

After finishing their meal, Yeonjun stood up and led the way to the garage, unlocking a sleek, luxurious Aston Martin DB11. The car's polished surface gleamed under the morning sun, a testament to its beauty and expense. Wooyoung's eyes widened as he slid into the passenger seat, the leather interior soft and fragrant.

The drive to Kingdom Academy was quiet, with Yeonjun focused on the road and Wooyoung lost in his thoughts. He stared out of the window, watching the scenery blur past. After a few minutes, they approached a huge gate with "Kingdom Academy" written in bold letters. Wooyoung's heart raced with anticipation. 'Isn't this the school for rich people?' he wondered, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Soon enough, the car came to a halt in front of the grand entrance. "We're here," Yeonjun informed, his voice calm and steady.

Wooyoung nodded, picking up his bag and reaching for the door. "Have a good day," Yeonjun said before driving away.

Wooyoung released a sigh, steadying himself before walking towards the imposing building. As he reached for the door, his phone vibrated in his hand. He glanced down, his heart leaping with joy when he saw the text.

"Good luck on your first day. I know you'll do great. - San."

Wooyoung's smile widened, his heart swelling with happiness. The text was exactly what he needed to bolster his confidence. He tucked his phone away and pushed the door open, stepping into the bustling halls of Kingdom Academy.

The school was as impressive inside as it was outside. Marble floors gleamed under the bright lights, and students in immaculate uniforms moved about, chatting and laughing. Wooyoung took a deep breath, his excitement outweighing his nerves.

He navigated through the corridors, following the directions he'd been given. His first class was Literature, and he was eager to make a good impression. As he entered the classroom, all eyes fell on him.

"Shit" he cursed under his breath.

A/n sorry not proofread😩