2. Blood in the Cup

ch III.

Wooyoung looked around the shops, observing the displays and the arrangements.

"Where do you want to go first? Don't worry, money is no object," San said with a smile, trying to reassure his friend.

"I don't know these shops... I don't know what kind of clothes they sell," Wooyoung admitted honestly, feeling a bit unsure.

"No problem, let's go into each one in turn!" San replied enthusiastically, taking Wooyoung's hand as they entered the first store.

Wooyoung began to walk slowly among the clothes, inspecting everything carefully, but nothing really caught his eye. The store was full of elegant, sophisticated clothes that didn't suit his style at all.

"Nothing you like? What kind of clothes do you prefer? What do you need?" San asked curiously, trying to understand Wooyoung's taste better.

"I like baggy clothes... these are too elegant for me," Wooyoung said with his head down, feeling a bit shy.

"Oh, well yes, those come later. Now we're looking for work clothes. You need to be elegant for work, darling," San said as he led Wooyoung to another store, hoping they would find something more suitable there.

After they came out of the mall with two bags of clothes, San led Wooyoung to the car.

"This is three sets, it's enough for this week, we'll buy more later," he said, putting the bags in the back seat.

Starting the car, they drove to another mall, which was more average compared a to the previous one. Getting out of the car, they went inside, and Wooyoung already felt more relaxed.

"So, where should we go?" San asked, looking at Wooyoung.

Without answering, Wooyoung headed straight to his favorite store. San followed him through the store's aisles. Wooyoung confidently picked out clothes, handing them to San one by one.

After Wooyoung finished selecting clothes, he looked at San, whose hands were full of clothes.

" Is that all?" San asked, to which Wooyoung nodded slightly.

San kissed Wooyoung's forehead, then went to the cash register. After the cashier scanned all the items, San paid, and they headed out of the store.

"Wait, we left the clothes behind!" Wooyoung said, turning to see three elegantly dressed men carrying the bags after them.

"How long have they been following us...?" Wooyoung asked, surprised.

"Since the beginning. They are my staff," San replied with a smile. "They ensure our shopping is as comfortable as possible."

Wooyoung was amazed but quickly got used to the new situation. As they walked among the shops, the staff followed them, carrying the bags.

After they managed to buy enough clothes, San and Wooyoung entered a shoe store. As they entered, San casually placed his hand on Wooyoung's butt, while reading emails on his phone with the other hand.

Wooyoung smiled a little awkwardly, then gently stepped aside to avoid San's hand touching his butt. Pretending to look at the shoes, he briefly glanced at San, who was completely absorbed in his phone.

Wooyoung walked among the shoe racks, examining the selection closely. Occasionally, he picked up a pair to look at more closely, then put it back on the shelf. Eventually, he selected five pairs of shoes, all different styles and colors.

Meanwhile, San finished his emails and started paying attention to Wooyoung's selections. "These will do?" he asked, looking at the shoes.

Wooyoung nodded slightly, and they went to the cashier, where San's staff were already waiting to take the shoes. After San paid for the purchase, the staff followed them out of the store with the five pairs of shoes.

In the parking lot, San opened the car trunk, and the staff quickly and efficiently packed the bags. San opened the car door for Wooyoung, who bowed gratefully before getting in. As he made himself comfortable, he took out his phone and started browsing social media, which he hadn't checked in a long time.

San gave a few more instructions to the staff, then got into the car himself. He glanced at Wooyoung, who was completely absorbed in his phone.

" Is everything okay?" San asked as he started the engine.

"Yes, everything's great," Wooyoung replied, without looking up from his phone.

Wooyoung was on his phone the whole way home, which San noticed, and it immediately made him feel jealous. When they arrived at the huge house, San got out of the car and handed the key to the staff to bring the bags inside. He angrily approached Wooyoung, yanked him out of the car, and dragged him to the living room, where he forcefully pushed him against the wall. Wooyoung was startled by the sudden action and didn't dare to move.

San leaned in close, one hand against the wall next to Wooyoung's head, and a looked angrily into his eyes, saying, "I don't like it when you're on your phone and not paying attention to me."

"I'm sorry, I just..." Wooyoung began, but San interrupted him.

"No 'just'!" San shouted, causing Wooyoung to tremble. "You are mine.... be a good boy and earn your reward." San's voice softened.

San leaned close to Wooyoung's neck, leaving small and large purple marks with his mouth. Wooyoung's eyes closed, feeling a strange mix of fear and desire, as San slowly and passionately claimed his neck. Time seemed to stop around them, with only the sound of their breathing in the quiet living room.

Wooyoung's eyes closed as a tingling sensation spread across his skin from San's kisses. He felt held in San's grip, and though fear still lingered, desire proved stronger. San continued, gently but possessively.

"Do you understand?" San asked, pulling back to look into Wooyoung's eyes.

Wooyoung slowly nodded, trying to gather himself. "Yes, I understand."

San smiled with satisfaction, then gave Wooyoung one last kiss on the forehead. "Good boy. Now rest a bit, we'll talk later."

Wooyoung nodded gratefully, watching as San walked away. The large living room had no doors, its open space extending freely in every direction, signaling the house's luxurious and commanding presence. As San disappeared into the spacious area, Wooyoung slowly sat down on the couch, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He knew San loved him, but his jealousy was sometimes too much for him. Yet, deep down, he felt that no matter what happened, he would always return to San's arms.