2. Blood in the Cup

ch II.

After Wooyoung put on the clothes San had chosen for him, he excused himself to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he faced the fact that his face was in a disastrous state. His cheeks were sunken, and the area under his eyes was swollen and dark-circled from lack of sleep, giving him an especially haggard appearance.

Looking around, he noticed his bag placed on the laundry hamper. He quickly stepped over and rummaged through the contents of the bag. He pocketed his phone, wallet, and keys with swift movements, then minimally applied some makeup to refresh his appearance. He left the bathroom and entered the spacious living room.

San, who was adjusting his tie in front of the large mirror in the living room, asked, "Did you find your phone?"

Wooyoung swallowed hard and began to tremble. His anxiety grew as he tried to handle the situation.

San tried to calm him. "Relax, I don't intend to cut you off from the outside world. I didn't kidnap you; I'm keeping you here as my lover. You will be my right hand in running my company." San said, stepping closer to Wooyoung and kissing his lips.

Wooyoung couldn't speak, completely shocked and unable to react to what had happened.

He stared at San in confusion, trying to process what he had heard. After a few moments, when he finally managed to speak, he asked with a voice full of confusion, "What company? What lover? Don't you hate gays?"

San laughed with a smile, then looked into Wooyoung's eyes, as if trying to conceal his own tension.

"I'm the head of A.S. Entertainment, darling. I employ assassins, and I am one myself," San replied, answering the first question. "But don't worry, I would never harm my lover," he added, giving Wooyoung a kiss on the neck. Wooyoung shuddered at the unexpected touch.

"By the way… I do hate gays because I don't find them masculine. But I'm bisex, not gay," San continued, answering the second question. "I like that you're so girly, especially your slim waist," he said, gripping Wooyoung's waist, making it clear that he had some preferences about his appearance.

Wooyoung's body stiffened at San's touch, and he tried to gather his thoughts. The information he had just heard was so shocking and absurd that it was hard to comprehend. Part of him wanted to believe this was just a bad dream, but San's grip was all too real.

"You're serious about this?" Wooyoung asked in a trembling voice. "You employ assassins, and… I have to be involved in this?"

A cold smile appeared on San's face. "Yes, I'm serious. And yes, you'll be involved. But don't worry, you won't be running around the streets with guns. You'll be my right hand, managing the business side of things."

Wooyoung tried to resist, but San's grip was strong and determined. "But I don't want to be a criminal. This isn't my life…"

"I didn't ask if you wanted to," San interrupted. "This is your new reality. And you'd better get used to it because there's no way back."

Wooyoung's eyes filled with tears. Desperation and fear overwhelmed him, but he tried to gather his strength. "But why me? Why did you choose me?"

San paused for a moment, then replied, "Because I see something in you that I don't see in others. There's strength in you, and a kind of elegance that I want to exploit. And because I'm attracted to you, as I said."

Wooyoung didn't know what to say to that. He felt trapped, struggling with doubts. The whirlwind of emotions he felt for San – fear, anger, attraction, and confusion – left him bewildered.

"And what if I resist? If I don't want this life?" he finally asked quietly.

San's face grew more serious. "Then unfortunately, I'll have to kill you. But I hope it doesn't come to that. Let's work together and enjoy what life has to offer."

With that, San released Wooyoung's waist and stepped back. "Now get ready, because we have a long day ahead. I have a lot to teach you," he said, heading towards the door, signaling Wooyoung to follow.

Wooyoung took a deep breath and tried to pull himself together. He knew he had no choice but to follow San and hope he could survive this nightmare somehow.

San took Wooyoung's hand, intertwined their fingers, and gently led him towards the garage. As they reached the garage, they were greeted by the sight of ten elegant cars, each in different colors and styles.

"Choose which one we'll take, darling," San said softly, as Wooyoung stood in front, looking around at the vehicles. San stepped behind him, wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, and covered his neck with tiny kisses.

Wooyoung shuddered at the touch and awkwardly tried to respond. "I... I don't know anything about cars... I don't know which is which," he said quietly, a chill running down his spine from San's kisses.

San didn't stop kissing him and gently whispered in Wooyoung's ear, "Just point to one."

This whisper made Wooyoung shudder even more, and he tried to gather his thoughts. He looked over the cars, his gaze drifting from one shiny vehicle to the next until he finally pointed at one with a trembling hand.

"I guess... that one," he said uncertainly.

San stopped kissing him and nodded contentedly. "Alright, darling. We'll take this one." He released Wooyoung's waist and walked over to the car, opening the door for him. "Get in."

Wooyoung hesitantly stepped towards the car and took a seat in the passenger seat. San got in beside him in the driver's seat and started the engine. The garage filled with the quiet purr of the engine as the car came to life. Wooyoung nervously blinked, trying to get used to the situation.

"Relax, everything will be fine," San said, turning to Wooyoung for a moment and giving him a reassuring smile. "Just enjoy the ride."

As the car slowly rolled out of the garage, Wooyoung tried to calm down and distract his mind from the recent events. The journey was becoming increasingly unknown and frightening for him, but with San's presence and control, he tried to trust that everything would be alright.

"You only have one motorcycle?" Wooyoung asked softly.

"Hm?" San asked back, not understanding what the boy was thinking about.

"You came to the amusement park by motorcycle... but I didn't see a single motorcycle in the garage, but there were ten cars," he began to explain.

"Ahh! There's a separate garage for the motorcycles. I thought it would be more comfortable to come by car, that's why I didn't take you there," San replied simply.

Wooyoung nodded to indicate he understood. The rest of the journey was spent in silence.

Eventually, they arrived at one of the city's most prestigious shopping centers. San parked the car, then got out and walked around the vehicle to open the door for Wooyoung. "Come on, darling, let's start shopping," he said, gently helping him out.

Wooyoung nodded and tried to overcome his inner tension as they entered the luxury shop-filled mall. Although the situation was still unfamiliar and frightening for him, San's presence and supportive behavior somewhat eased his fears.