Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

16: brunette

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Wooyoung just froze in his place as everyone turned and stared at him.

Deep in his heart, he was excited to see San standing in front of him, but a part of him was mad at him for leaving without a word.

Wooyoung felt confused as to what he should do now.

His face didn't show any emotions as he took slow, steady steps, approaching the taller male.

"Aren't you excited to see me?" San teased as he cocked his left eyebrow.

"Of course I am," Wooyoung said in a monotone voice.

He didn't understand why he was being bratty all of a sudden.

"Mmm, I see," San said, walking towards the passenger seat and opening the door for the younger male.

Wooyoung simply entered, threw his bag to the backseat, and fastened the seat belt afterward.

San jogged to his side and entered, taking his seat.

"Why are you sulking?" he asked as he turned towards Wooyoung's side.

"I'm not," Wooyoung deadpanned.

"That's not how you talk to me, Princess," San said, chuckling as he gripped the steering wheel and started the car.

Wooyoung gulped, his eyes tracing San's veiny arms and how his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel.

San drove at a scary speed, ignoring all the traffic rules.

"Please slow down," Wooyoung begged as he clutched his seatbelt.

"Awww, are you scared, kitten? Don't worry, I won't hurt you, darling," San teased.

"Where are we going?" Wooyoung panicked as he noticed San had taken an unfamiliar turn.

"Don't worry, Angel, you know I won't hurt you."

Wooyoung was starting to panic because San's tone turned darker at every syllable.

After a few more minutes, the car stopped at a bar.

"Wait in here, Princess, I'll be back in a moment."

Wooyoung looked around the shabby place, drunk people staggering all over the place.

San leaned against the car, pulling out his cigarette and a lighter.

He pressed some numbers on the phone and placed it against his ear as he placed the cigarette between his luscious lips and lit it.

He took a long puff and blew it into the damp and polluted air, waiting for the person on the line to pick up.

"Where the hell are you?" he questioned with annoyance.

He hummed after getting an answer.

After a few minutes, a black SUV pulled up close to San's car.

Hongjoong, Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho walked out wearing all black.

"You're late," San spat.

"Sorry, boss," they said in unison, bowing lightly.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a moment," San said to the others.

The guys nodded and made their way inside the bar.

San opened the door and looked at Wooyoung, who just stared at him.

"Don't come out of the car. I have some business to attend to," San said, pressing a soft kiss on Wooyoung's cheek.

Wooyoung hummed in response as he was feeling tired and sleepy.

San closed the door and made his way towards the bar.

He entered the door to be met by sweaty bodies, dancing and grinding against each other.

The stench of cheap alcohol filled his nostrils.

He made his way to the VIP section where he found his men sitting around the huge table with another group of four males.

He took his seat beside Mingi, staring directly at the leader of the other gang.

"We finally meet, Mr. Choi," the male said.

"Get straight to the point," San demanded.

"Alright, come on Niki," the male said, grabbing a briefcase from a young-looking boy.

He opened the case revealing blocks of gold and pushed it towards San.

San released a dark chuckle, scaring the other gang, but they remained in their seats pretending to be brave.

"Care to explain this, Jay?" San said with a sly smirk spreading on his lips.

"So I was wondering if you could sell your land in Gangnam to me," Jay said with a smile that died when San burst out laughing at the statement.

"What makes you think that I will do that, mmmmh?" San said cockily.

"Come on, you barely use it," Jay begged.

Hongjoong leaned into San's ear and whispered something.

A frown formed on San's face as he nodded.

Hongjoong stood up and exited the room, his sharp eyes scanning across the dance floor for the suspicious mop of brown hair.

"Got you," he muttered, following the brunette to the restroom.