2. Blood in the Cup

ch V.

Wooyoung steps up to the mirror and takes a good look at himself. Despite the dimly lit room, the purple bruises on his neck and chest are clearly visible. Confronted with the sight, he quickly glances over at San.

"Everyone should see that you belong to someone, my kitten," San says, as he wraps a silk scarf around Wooyoung's neck. The scarf drapes elegantly over his shoulders, hiding only the least visible bruises.

Wooyoung accepts the scarf, then selects a few more accessories to complement his outfit. He carefully touches up his makeup, ensuring he looks his best. After finishing, he looks back at San, who is already ready to leave.

"Do you want to go by motorcycle or car?" San asks as they prepare to depart.

Wooyoung hesitates for a moment before replying uncertainly, "Car...".

San notices Wooyoung's concern and gently inquires, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

As San holds Wooyoung's hand and they head towards the garage, Wooyoung says, "It's scary to think about being surrounded by assassins... I'm honestly afraid..."

San stops for a moment, looking deeply into Wooyoung's eyes, and responds firmly, "Don't be afraid. I'll kill anyone who dares to touch you.'

With that, San opens the car door for Wooyoung, signaling his commitment to keeping him safe. Wooyoung steps into the car, his anxiety somewhat eased by San's reassuring presence.

When San and Wooyoung arrive at the venue, San firmly grasps Wooyoung's hand, and they walk into the building together. The guards at the entrance stop them for a brief check. San looks at them and introduces himself.

"Choi San, the boy is with me," San says, not waiting for a response before confidently stepping inside with Wooyoung.

As Wooyoung enters, his mind replays the introduction, "So, Choi San...".

His initial impression clearly indicates that San is not just part of the group but a respected figure.

Inside, they are immediately met with an elegant and bustling event. Servers offer  trays of champagne to the guests. San picks up a glass and offers it to Wooyoung.

"No... I don't want to drink alcohol, but thank you," Wooyoung says, declining the champagne. He recalls the unpleasant consequences of his last encounter with alcohol.

A couple approaches them, one of whom smiles and greets San.

"Ah, Jongho, good to see you!" San says warmly, shaking Jongho's hand.

Wooyoung stands with his head down, feeling a bit embarrassed in the new environment. He tries to follow the conversation.

"You talk as if we haven't seen each other in two years... who's your partner?" Jongho asks curiously.

San smiles and then looks at Wooyoung. "This is Wooyoung, the one I've been talking about," San says, prompting Wooyoung to look up momentarily. "And you?" San continues.

At this moment, Wooyoung recognizes a familiar face. It's someone he has missed dearly.

"Yeosang!" he exclaims with joy. "What are you doing here?? Oh my god, I've missed you so much! I can't believe it!" he says, jumping on his friend and kissing his cheek.

The reunion between the old friends is filled with happy and emotional moments, while San remains utterly confused by the situation.

"Wooyoung, calm down!" Yeosang tries to peel his friend off him.

"I missed you so much," Wooyoung says, now crying.

"What the hell is going on here?" San asks, frustrated, pulling Wooyoung back to him.

"Don't worry, you almost yanked his arm off," Jongho says, gently pulling his partner closer.

"Wooyoung and I have been best friends for about 9 years," Yeosang explains simply.

"Yeosang," Wooyoung says, still crying, as he collapses into his friend's arms. "I missed you so much, I have so much to tell you!"

San pulls Wooyoung back to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Baby, keep it down a bit. It's not customary to be loud," he whispers in Wooyoung's ear.

After Wooyoung finishes catching up with his friend, he and San start walking slowly around the room until they find a quiet corner to stop and talk. San's face is stern and tense as he turns to Wooyoung.

"Don't get that close to anyone else," San says in an annoyed tone, looking deeply into Wooyoung's eyes.

Wooyoung sighs and rolls his eyes before responding, "He's my best friend, don't worry, he's not going to pull out a knife and stab me," he says sarcastically.

But San doesn't relent. "That's not the point. You should only get close to me," he says in a commanding tone, his voice full of possessiveness.

Wooyoung is taken aback by the statement and then asks with a sly smile, "Oh! So you're jealous?"

San's eyes narrow as he steps closer. "You've become quite bold all of a sudden. You've been laying low, kitten. Trust me, just as you can receive rewards, you can also receive punishments," he says in a threatening yet challenging tone.

Wooyoung feels the tension in the air between them but doesn't respond. Instead, he stands quietly, trying to process San's words. The night's stillness envelops them as they wait for each other's reaction, the tension almost palpable.

As the event begins, San and Wooyoung take their seats next to each other on a round sofa at the table. People are already gathering in the room, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and tension. Wooyoung looks around curiously, trying to figure out what will happen next. The room fills with a low
hum of chatter until a man stands up at one of the tables and starts speaking.

Wooyoung listens attentively, trying to absorb every word while focusing on the event. Suddenly, he feels San's hand slide down his back, slowly moving toward his butt. Before he can react, San's hand slips into his pants, causing Wooyoung to tense up.

The unexpected touch makes Wooyoung instinctively slam his hand on the table, the sound loud enough to draw everyone's attention. People turn towards them, looking curious and a bit confused.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Wooyoung says, embarrassed, clasping his hands together and lowering his head. He tries to hide his blushing face and calm the attention directed at him.

The speaker continues, and the focus gradually shifts back to him. But San doesn't stop. His hand moves further into Wooyoung's pants persistently and firmly. San's fingers begin to make circular motions at Wooyoung's most sensitive spot, causing his breath to hitch and his muscles to tighten.

Wooyoung tries to regain his focus, but San's touch is almost unbearably intense. His whole body trembles from the suppressed sensations as San continues to play with him as if nothing had happened. Wooyoung gathers all his strength not to make a sound and avoid drawing more attention, but the situation becomes increasingly difficult to handle.