2. Blood in the Cup

ch I.

The story is a continuation of "A Cup of Love." You can find the story on my website!

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Wooyoung tries to conceal his fear as he stands up from the couch. There's a hint of worry in his eyes, but he attempts to appear calm. Smiling, he says, "Well, I should get going. I'll text you when I get home!" With these words, he heads toward the door, though he limps due to his aching leg.

As he steps outside, he tries to walk quickly, but the pain in his leg prevents him from running as fast as he wants. He looks around for anyone who might help, but he sees no one. He glances back ata the huge house where San stands in the doorway. San's movements make it clear that he has noticed him and is already walking toward him.

Seeing San approaching, Wooyoung tries to run faster, but the strained effort causes him to fall to the ground. San, who has quickly caught up to him, reacts immediately. Without hesitation, he lifts Wooyoung and throws him over his shoulder. Then, he heads back to the enormous house with him.

San returns to the enormous house with Wooyoung on his shoulder and forcefully sits him down on the couch. The room is silent, with only the sound of their heavy breathing and the hum of the air conditioner in the background. San sits down next to Wooyoung and speaks to him in a dominant tone.

"There's constant surveillance day and night every five meters around the fence," says San, stroking Wooyoung's face. "You can't escape, little mouse." His voice is cold and confident, making it clear that Wooyoung has no chance of escaping the situation. San intentionally and aggressively asserts his dominance, ensuring Wooyoung fully understands his power and the severity of the situation.

San looks directly into Wooyoung's eyes, his face showing no empathy. His touch is cold and firm, clearly indicating that he is in control.

"Don't try to leave," San continues, his voice carrying an unmistakable threat. "Every step you take will be watched, and you won't find any refuge. If I were you, I wouldn't complicate things."

San's words are powerful and overtly dominant. Wooyoung knows he has no choice but to accept the situation and must act according to San's will. The touch and the tone of San's voice continue to heighten the anxiety Wooyoung has already been feeling.

San keeps his eyes on his laptop while managing business, writing emails, and performing various tasks. The sound of the keyboard clacking grows louder as San works intently.

Wooyoung sits quietly on the couch, barely daring to breathe. He watches San's every move tensely, trying to avoid drawing any attention to himself. He keeps his lips tightly pressed together, trying to contain his anxiety. The whole situation is oppressive, and Wooyoung knows it's best to stay silent until San finishes his work.

The silence is broken only by the keyboard's clicking and distant, faint noises. Wooyoung keeps track of time and reacts to every movement from San. The tension is palpable, and Wooyoung feels that any small mistake or movement could cause further trouble. San, however, is completely absorbed in his work, paying no attention to Wooyoung, as if he were just a background extra.

Suddenly, San closes his laptop and turns decisively toward Wooyoung. Wooyoung, startled by the sudden movement, feels his heart racing as he tries to collect himself.

"Let's go shopping!" San says firmly, then stands up and quickly pulls Wooyoung off the couch. Wooyoung tries to resist, but San holds his hand tightly and leads him to the large, organized wardrobe room.

In the wardrobe room, everything is in its place, clothes neatly arranged, and cabinets and shelves lined up cleanly. San enters the room and starts searching through the well-organized clothes.

"Let's pick something for you to wear!" says San, leading Wooyoung to one of the clothing cabinets. Wooyoung stands still, trying to understand what is happening. San quickly selects an outfit and hands it to Wooyoung. "This will do, put it on," says San, waiting for Wooyoung to try on the suggested clothes.

Wooyoung, with fear in his voice, asks, "Will you go out, please...?" The words barely leave his mouth, but the tone of the question clearly reflects his anxiety.

"No," San responds simply, showing no sign of wanting to leave.

Wooyoung tries another question: "Then... can you at least turn around?" The question is again asked fearfully, and the boy tries to maintain his dignity in the confusing situation.

San chuckles softly, then answers with a smile: "Oh baby, no need to complicate things, I've seen you completely naked before." With that, he leans casually against one of the cabinets, as if the situation were entirely natural.

Wooyoung's face starts to pale, and his eyes widen. "What...?" he asks in a faint voice, not knowing how to react to the suddenly revealed secret.

San laughs and continues: "Did you really believe you fell, and that's why your ass hurts?" His voice is filled with mocking amusement.

Wooyoung then panics completely. His breathing becomes rapid, and his face contorts with fear. He tries to breathe quickly, but his anxiety escalates as he tries to process the situation. The tension in the room increases, and Wooyoung desperately tries to understand what comes next.

Gasping for air, Wooyoung tries to calm himself down. Panic and confusion increasingly take over as San's mocking smile and laughter further amplify his anxiety.

Seeing Wooyoung's state, San tries to ease the tension a bit. "Relax, we were just having a little fun" San says with a mischievous smile.

San watches as Wooyoung tries to collect himself.

Wooyoung, still nervous and confused, tries to calm himself based on what he has heard. He takes deep breaths and tries to manage the panic.
"Al-alright...." he says finally, trying to muster the courage to handle the situation.

Seeing that Wooyoung is starting to calm down, San turns back to the clothes.
"Now pick something you feel comfortable in. We'll be done soon, and then we can leave peacefully."

Wooyoung, still slightly trembling, but trying to pull himself together, starts looking through the clothes, attempting to appear as calm as possible.