2. Blood in the Cup

ch VII.

Wooyoung lay exhausted in bed, his eyes closed as he tried to sink into the peace of sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, sleep didn't come easily. His thoughts swirled chaotically, and the more he tried to push them away, the more questions surged from his subconscious, almost chasing him, making it impossible to find rest.

"Why don't I resist him...? Why do I let him treat me like an animal? And why.... why do I enjoy the way he touches me?"

These questions kept resurfacing in his mind, as if they were waiting for an answer, but he couldn't figure out what to think. The whirlpool of doubts and emotions dragged him deeper and deeper, offering no escape. Wooyoung helplessly struggled in the prison of his own thoughts, moving further away from the peaceful world of dreams he longed for.

He tossed and turned in bed, his thoughts becoming heavier, until he finally gave up on trying to sleep. Sighing, he sat up, feeling a tightness in his chest, knowing he couldn't stay there any longer, trapped in his mind. He decided to leave the confines of his room, hoping that movement would help clear his thoughts.

Slowly, he got up, cautiously stepping out of bed to avoid making any noise, and barefoot, he quietly made his way to the door. He opened it and stepped into the hallway. The enormous house he was staying in seemed almost endless in the darkness of the night. The corridors were long and silent, the shadows creeping into distant corners, amplifying the unrest swirling within him.

Wooyoung walked forward slowly, each step measured on the cold marble floor. The house's silence was suffocating, the only sound being his footsteps echoing between the walls. As he walked, he tried to divert his thoughts, but the questions. that had been swirling in his head still nagged at him, refusing to let him find peace.

As Wooyoung moved down the dark hallway, he suddenly bumped into someone. Before he could comprehend what had happened, a familiar voice spoke, with no hesitation in it.

"Good evening, little mouse," San's playful yet commanding voice echoed. A moment later, San's arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him close as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of San's proximity immediately surged through Wooyoung, and his heart began to pound. He wanted to pull away, but somehow he couldn't - he didn't want to let go of this moment, no matter how confused he felt.

"Can't sleep?" San asked, his gaze locking onto Wooyoung's. The question was simple, but the intensity behind it left Wooyoung completely flustered.

"Not really..." he finally replied, but the words came out with difficulty, as he fought against his own emotions. He didn't understand himself - San had always had this effect on him, but now he couldn't suppress the desire that flared up within him.

"I can tire you out," San replied without missing a beat, and immediately after his words, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Wooyoung's neck. The touch burned his skin, waves of unbearable desire crashing over him, and for a moment, his breath caught.

"N-no thanks," Wooyoung stammered, but his body betrayed him, signaling something entirely different. His face flushed, embarrassment washing over him as he realized he couldn't control what he was feeling. He didn't know what he wanted to flee or to stay.

San didn't hesitate. He took Wooyoung's hand, gripping it firmly, and began to pull him along.

"Come with me," he said in a commanding tone, as if Wooyoung's choice wasn't even a question. His strength and confidence paralyzed Wooyoung, who unwillingly followed him.

As they moved through the dark hallway, the tension between them only grew thicker. Eventually, they reached a spacious room, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the large windows. The interplay of shadows and light made Wooyoung feel even more lost - he didn't know what was coming next, but the only certainty was that his desire for San was stronger than ever.

As they entered the expansive space, the moonlight filtering through the large windows revealed a built-in pool in the center of the room. The lights flickering across the surface of the water created an eerie yet captivating sight. Wooyoung couldn't tear his eyes away from the pool, but before he could fully grasp the situation, San tugged him closer to the water.

"Why did you bring me here?"
Wooyoung asked quietly, trying to gather his thoughts, but the confusing desires he felt for San clouded his mind.

San didn't answer with words. Instead, with a determined motion, he started to pull off his pants, followed by his shirt. Wooyoung stood there, stunned, as San revealed his muscular, perfectly sculpted body, which stood out even more in the moonlight. The way his muscles moved, the power coiling beneath his skin, seemed almost unreal, and Wooyoung felt both embarrassed and drawn to him.

His heart pounded harder as his gaze traveled over San's bare form. He tried to look away, but he couldn't resist the sight. The desire he had been suppressing so long surged up more intensely, confusing him with how much he craved San's closeness. He couldn't decide what to do; part of him wanted to resist, but his entire body was drawn to San.

San noticed the confusion and hesitation on Wooyoung's face, and with a faint smile, he stopped at the edge of the pool. "Don't be so shy, little mouse," he said with a playful challenge in his voice. His muscles tensed again as he stretched out, the water glimmering invitingly around him.

Wooyoung wanted to respond, but he couldn't find the words. His emotions were tangled, and the desire to get closer to San was taking over him. Yet, the internal conflict still held him back.