Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

18: Just yet

Heyy 😩 I missed y'all🥺....
So I was thinking if I should give you some smut in one if the three chapters for this week to compensate for the long wait...tell me what you think🤭

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After San finished his shower, he stepped out of the bathroom, the steam billowing out behind him like a soft cloud.

He reached for a pair of grey sweatpants, pulling them on before slipping into a black tank top that hugged his toned frame.

His hands moved with practiced ease as he adjusted a black beanie over his damp hair, pushing back a few stray strands that had fallen into his eyes. Tonight, he had work to do, and he needed to be comfortable.

San settled at the sleek, dark mahogany desk by the window, the dim glow of the computer screen illuminating his face in the otherwise dark room.

His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, typing out responses to a series of emails that had piled up. Most were routine—updates from his businesses, security reports, financial statements. But one particular email caught his attention, causing him to pause.

The subject line read: "Invitation to Saturday's Event - Plus One Required." He clicked it open, scanning the contents with interest. It was an invitation to an exclusive party, the kind of high-profile event that required attendees to bring a guest, a plus one.

San leaned back in his chair, his mind quickly made up. A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about who he'd take. ‘I’ll just take him with me,’ he decided, closing the laptop with a soft click.

The thought of Wooyoung at his side, surrounded by the elite, brought a certain warmth to his chest.

With the night’s work done, San moved quietly back to the bed where Wooyoung still lay fast asleep.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow over Wooyoung’s peaceful form. San slipped under the covers, careful not to wake the younger man.

He wrapped his arm around Wooyoung’s waist, pulling him close. The warmth of Wooyoung’s body against his was a comfort, a rare moment of peace in his otherwise chaotic life.

As he spooned Wooyoung, San allowed himself to relax, his breathing slowing to match the rhythm of Wooyoung’s soft, even breaths.

The night was quiet, and for a moment, San could pretend that they were just like any other couple, free from the dangers that lurked outside the walls of their home.

Morning came with a soft light filtering through the curtains, gradually brightening the room.

San was the first to wake, his eyes blinking open to find Wooyoung still nestled against him, his lips slightly parted, and his chest rising and falling with each slow breath.

San couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something so endearing about Wooyoung when he slept, the way his features softened, making him look even more innocent than he already did.

"Wake up, Princess," San whispered, his voice gentle as he reached out to caress Wooyoung's cheek. His thumb brushed lightly against Wooyoung’s smooth skin, tracing the curve of his jaw.

"Mmmhhh… just five more minutes," Wooyoung whined, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, turning to face the other side. His lips formed a soft pout, and San couldn’t resist the chuckle that bubbled up at the sight.

San shook his head, amused, before slipping out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom, the cold tiles under his feet waking him up fully.

After brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower, he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin as he crossed the room to his closet.

By the time Wooyoung finally stirred, San was already in the middle of choosing a necktie.

His hands hovered over his collection, but his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with the events of the coming day. He barely noticed Wooyoung’s sleepy figure as the younger man sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

"Need some help?" Wooyoung’s voice was soft, still thick with sleep as he padded over to San, his feet making almost no sound on the carpeted floor.

San turned to look at him, a small sigh escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his still-damp hair. "Yes, please," he admitted, the usual confidence in his voice replaced by a rare tone of defeat.

Wooyoung stepped closer, his fingers lightly brushing against the ties as he examined them. The collection was impressive, each tie made of the finest silk, the patterns and textures speaking of luxury and power.

Wooyoung’s gaze lingered on a black silk tie, its smooth surface catching the light just enough to stand out without being too flashy.

"This one looks better," Wooyoung murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached for the tie. He wrapped it around San’s neck, his movements slow and deliberate as he adjusted it with care.

His fingers worked quickly, and soon the tie was perfectly in place, complementing the crystal white shirt and black jacket that San had chosen.

San watched Wooyoung as he worked, his eyes never leaving the younger’s face. There was something calming about Wooyoung’s presence, the way he moved with such quiet confidence, the way he always seemed to know exactly what to do.

When Wooyoung finished, he looked up, a small smile playing on his lips as he met San’s gaze. They stood close, the space between them almost nonexistent.

The air around them seemed to still, the world outside fading into the background as they simply looked at each other.

For a moment, neither of them moved, both lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. San could hear Wooyoung’s heartbeat, a soft, steady rhythm that matched his own. It was a sound that grounded him, reminding him of what mattered most.

San slowly leaned in, his large hands finding their way to Wooyoung’s petite waist. The touch was light at first, almost hesitant, but when Wooyoung didn’t pull away, San’s grip tightened slightly, pulling the younger man closer.

Wooyoung closed his eyes as San’s lips met his, the kiss soft and slow, yet filled with an intensity that spoke of everything they had yet to say. San’s lips were cool, minty from the toothpaste, and the contrast against Wooyoung’s warm skin sent a shiver down his spine.

The kiss didn’t last long, but it was enough to leave them both breathless, their hearts beating just a little faster as they pulled away.

Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he simply stared at San, his mind still reeling from the rush of emotions that the kiss had stirred. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the web of feelings that he couldn’t quite untangle.

San, too, was silent, his dark eyes searching Wooyoung’s face for any sign of doubt, any hint of hesitation. But all he found was warmth, a quiet acceptance that soothed the storm that always seemed to rage inside him.

San reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Wooyoung’s face, his thumb lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft, yet filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely allowed himself to show.

Wooyoung’s smile widened, his eyes shining with a mix of affection and something deeper, something that neither of them was quite ready to name just yet.

“Anytime,” he replied, his voice just as soft as he leaned into San’s touch, savoring the warmth that it brought.

The moment stretched out between them, filled with unspoken promises and the quiet understanding that, no matter what came next, they would face it together.