Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

20: Masquerade

Heyyyy..... y'all I'm really sorry for not updating in time, I had scheduled this update for 18 September but Wattpad played me dirty 😭😭.

Anyways how are you 😚

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Wooyoung stared at the short text on his screen, the words sinking in.

"What the hell," he muttered, tossing his phone aside as he slipped into his slippers and stormed out of his room, feet stomping like a child who'd just been scolded. His mind raced with uneasy thoughts, replaying the curt message over and over.

"I hope it's nothing bad," he whispered, stopping in front of San's door. His heart beat faster. After a shaky breath, he knocked softly.

A deep voice responded from within. "Come in."

Wooyoung slowly pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. His eyes landed on San, lounging casually on the couch in the far corner. The man looked almost otherworldly in the faint light, his white button-up undone halfway down his chest, the dark material of his blazer, tie, and belt thrown carelessly across the bed.

Wooyoung gulped at the sight. There was something about San's aura tonight, dangerous, unreadable, and dominating. His heart pounded harder as unholy thoughts clouded his mind for a split second.

He wiped his clammy palms on his pajama shorts, feeling like the temperature had suddenly spiked, despite the cool air circulating in the room.

"Come here," San commanded in a low, rough tone that sent a shiver cascading down Wooyoung's spine.

San's face was shadowed, but Wooyoung could feel his gaze burning holes through him. His legs moved on their own, carrying him closer, as if under a spell. The intensity of San's presence was suffocating, so much that Wooyoung barely registered the short distance he crossed to reach him.

San's eyes didn't leave him for a second, following his every move. He was like a predator, observing his prey. Wooyoung could feel the weight of the stare like a physical touch, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms.

"Sit down," San's voice cut through the silence like a knife. It wasn't a request-it was a demand.

Wooyoung dropped onto the couch so fast, he nearly lost his balance. His nerves were frayed, and his mind was racing a mile a minute. This wasn't the San he knew-there were no soft smiles, no teasing nicknames, no warmth. This San was cold, calculating, and terrifying.

After what felt like an eternity of suffocating silence, San finally spoke again.

"Listen carefully, Wooyoung, and don't make me repeat myself," San started, his tone low and steady, like ice dripping from his lips.

Wooyoung barely nodded, too afraid to speak. He could feel the tension in the room, thick and heavy, like something about to snap. He wasn't used to this side of San, and it scared him.

"Use your words when you answer me." San's voice was sharp, making Wooyoung flinch.

"Yes, sir," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper, his throat suddenly dry.

"I have a task for you." San's gaze never wavered. "This is important, and I expect you not to mess it up. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes, sir," Wooyoung stammered, his heart hammering against his ribs. He didn't trust himself to say anything more, terrified he might trip over his own words.

San reached over to the coffee table and pushed a few items toward him-a small earpiece, a sleek black envelope, and a glittery pink masquerade mask . Wooyoung stared at them, his mind struggling to process everything at once.

San began to explain the details of the task, his voice unwavering and his instructions precise. Wooyoung tried to focus, but the weight of the situation felt overwhelming.

"You understand what you need to do?" San's voice brought him back to reality.

"Yes, sir," Wooyoung replied, though his voice trembled slightly.

San's expression didn't change. He was unreadable, cold as ever. "Good. Now, remember-no mistakes. I'm counting on you."

Wooyoung nodded quickly, his heart still racing. He could feel the pressure mounting, like a heavy weight on his chest. He didn't know why San was being so intense, but he knew this task was serious.

"You're dismissed," San said flatly, his eyes still boring into Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung quickly stood up, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled for the door. His hands shook as he grabbed the doorknob, casting one last glance at San before hurriedly slipping out of the room.

Once he was back in his own room, he let out a shaky breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. He tossed the items San had given him onto his bed, sitting down as the gravity of the situation finally hit him.

"How am I even going to do this?" he whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair as panic started to creep in. The last thing he wanted to do was fail San. His mind was running a mile a minute, doubts clouding his thoughts.

He needed help, there was no way he could handle this on his own.

Grabbing his phone, he quickly typed out a message to Yeonjun.

Me.
Please come to my room right now.

The reply came almost immediately.

Yeonjun 😐

Okay.

It took only a minute for Yeonjun to knock on his door, and Wooyoung let him in without a second thought.

Yeonjun, dressed in his usual lazy attire of sweats and a hoodie, flopped onto the couch with an expectant look. "What's up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wooyoung sat next to him, looking down at the floor as he fiddled with his fingers. "I need your help with something," he admitted softly, feeling embarrassed.

Yeonjun gave him a look. "Of course. I figured that much from your text." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Wooyoung ignored it.

"I'm serious, Yeonjun." Wooyoung shot him a pleading look, and Yeonjun sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, get to the point."

Wooyoung took a deep breath and explained everything San had told him, his words spilling out in a rush. By the time he was done, Yeonjun was staring at him, brow furrowed.

"You're freaking out over that?" Yeonjun leaned back, crossing his arms. "It's not that bad, honestly. San wouldn't trust you with this if he didn't think you could do it. Plus, he wouldn't let you go without some sort of backup. Just follow his instructions, and you'll be fine."

Wooyoung blinked at him, his nerves calming a bit. "But... what about this?" He held up the earpiece, looking confused.

"Oh, that's just for communication. We can set it up tomorrow. No big deal," Yeonjun dismissed with a wave of his hand, already standing to leave. "Don't overthink it, okay?"

"Okay," Wooyoung muttered, feeling a little more at ease.

"Good night, Woo. Don't stress too much." Yeonjun flashed him a rare smile before heading out the door.

"Good night," Wooyoung whispered, watching him go.

He stared at the items on his bed for a moment longer before deciding to put them away. He needed sleep, and tomorrow would be a long day.

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I had problems updating the chapter so I had to cut it, hopefully I'll update the other part later tomorrow I'm sleepy as hell 😭