2. Blood in the Cup

ch VIII.

Wooyoung still stands awkwardly in front of San, but his desires are slowly starting to overcome his hesitation. Finally, with a soft sigh, he slowly pulls off his pants. The tension of the moment escalates as he stands by the edge of the pool, his bare feet touching the cold tiles.

San glances at him with a mischievous smile. "Not taking off the shirt?" he asks, his gaze playfully running over Wooyoung's body.

Wooyoung blushes almost immediately and quickly shakes his head. "No... I'm not taking it off."

San just shrugs as if he's not surprised at all by the answer. "Suit yourself," he says casually, before stepping into the water in one smooth motion. The surface of the pool ripples under his weight, and the water seems to envelop him completely. Wooyoung hesitates, watching as San confidently glides into the cool water.

Taking a deep breath, Wooyoung slowly follows him, but with each step, he feels the cold of the water creeping in, sending shivers up his spine. He cautiously ventures deeper, his skin instantly breaking out in goosebumps as the water level rises.

Sensing Wooyoung's hesitation, San wordlessly grabs his hand and, with a single decisive motion, pulls him fully into the water. Wooyoung loses his balance for a moment, and before he can react, he's submerged completely. The cold hits him like a shock, and he frantically struggles to resurface.

When he finally manages to rise above the water, he clings to San, his body trembling from the cold. "I-it's so cold..." he stammers, his teeth nearly chattering as his body shivers, the icy water biting at his skin.

San chuckles softly, pulling Wooyounga closer, holding him tighter. "You'll get used to it," he replies easily, as if the cold water means nothing to him. His arms provide a sense of safety, and Wooyoung instinctively clings to the warmth of San's strong body, though it's the only thing shielding him from the freezing water.

San's smile widens as Wooyoung presses against him, shivering from the cold. The boy's chilled body meets his heated skin, and San intentionally pulls him even closer, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

"Feeling better?" he asks quietly, his deep voice echoing softly in the quiet of the pool area. His fingers play along Wooyoung's back, sliding over the wet shirt clinging to his skin.

Wooyoung nods, though his trembling hasn't stopped. His body reacts to San's touch, not just from the cold. Every caress feels like fire against his skin, as if the water isn't even cold anymore. He feels embarrassed by how much his body is betraying his desires, unable to control the sensations sparked by San's proximity.

San chuckles softly, as if he knows exactly what's going on inside Wooyoung. "Maybe...I could help warm you up..." he whispers, leaning closer to the boy's ear, his lips barely grazing the skin.

Wooyoung struggles internally. His heart races, and the emotions swirling in his mind grow stronger. San had always affected him this way, but now... now it's even more intense. The desire to be closer to him overpowers everything he's felt up until now.

"I-I'm starting to get used to it..." he tries to reply, but his voice falters when San's hand slides down to his waist, fingers gripping his skin gently. The closeness is too much, but at the same time, he's never wanted anything more.

San's eyes gaze softly yet firmly into Wooyoung's. "You don't have to hold everything back, little mouse," he whispers, and there's a challenge in his tone. The water ripples around them, but San's grip holds everything steady, as if this moment is just for the two of them.

Wooyoung's feelings are completely tangled, as if something is pulling him_ towards San, but at the same time, he wants to push him away. San's closeness, his touches, the desire boiling within him - it's all too much at once. He can't think clearly, he can't decide what he truly wants. In the end, the inner conflict and uncertainty prompt a sudden reaction.

"S-stop it!" he says softly, but his voice is filled with confusion and inner struggle. "I can't do this..." he finally says, pushing San away as much as he can. He swims to the edge of the pool, his trembling hands gripping the edge, trying to escape the situation. His heart still pounds wildly, but he knows he needs time to gather himself.

San falls silent for a moment, watching as Wooyoung distances himself, though he shows no sign of disappointment or hesitation. Slowly, he swims closer with quiet, determined strokes.

Just as Wooyoung tries to turn his head away, San appears behind him, pressing up against him almost unnoticed, his body heat sharply contrasting with the cold water.

Wooyoung tenses as he feels San's body behind him. "San..." he tries to protest, but his voice falters as San's hand slides. down his waist and lower, all the way to his rear. The touch is sudden and shocking, his hand firm yet gentle, massaging as if he knows exactly how to make Wooyoung's body surrender.

Meanwhile, San's lips meet the skin of Wooyoung's neck, laying soft kisses along the wet skin, each touch leaving a deeper mark. Wooyoung's body reacts involuntarily, every nerve igniting with heat as San continues to kiss his neck, pulling him even closer.

Wooyoung tries to pull away again, but San's grip is too strong. His emotions are still swirling, and every part of his body tells him he doesn't want this, yet he can't find the words to speak. The conflict between desire and confusion paralyzes him as San's touches grow more intense.