𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝗪𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻

[𝐅] 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: wonheesluvs

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𝐓𝐖: ----
𝐓𝐨𝐩: Choi San, 25
𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦: Jung Wooyoung, 25
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which San and Wooyoung are in a healthy and stable relationship. The two have been in a relationship for about two years. They have had multiple dating rumors over the course of that time period. Unbeknownst to their fans that the two have already been dating all this time. The two decide to make an 'easy' strawberry cake to celebrate their second year anniversary, and it all goes downhill from the very beginning. Starting off their day to day routine as two members of a well-known korean pop group.

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"Wooyoung-ah, we need to go to practice." San's tired voice groaned out as he tried to get up from the comfortable, balmy mess of sheets of their so-called bed. Wooyoung wiggles under the sheets. Poking his head out and pouting profusely, "Sannie... can't we just take the day off? Make up an excuse about being sick?" Wooyoung whines like a young child, clinging onto San for him to stay in their bed. The said male lazily looks down at his lover's puppy-like expression. His big doll like eyes peered at him in the most child like way as his lips make an exaggerated pout. "Woo... you know it's never going to work." San sighed loudly, "But it's our special day!" Wooyoung cried out in frustration, grumbling loudly in dissatisfaction at the situation they found themselves in. Knuckles turning white from gripping onto the sheets.

"We've already made up enough excuses in the past about not showing up to dance practice on time. Come on, let's get up." San made it sound as if it was the most simplest task in the world. In fact, it was, but to Wooyoung, his spouse's warm body made it all too difficult. "Pick me up then." He angerly stated, droppping his full weight into the plush mattress. His lover stood up from the edge of the bed, stretching the sore muscles from their nights rest. San yawned loudly, his appearance resembling that of a cat when it was awoken from its long nap.

His muscles tense as both of his arms were outstretched to his side, while his back was arched profusely. His joints cracked pleasantly. He turned around and dropped his gaze to a ball of cushioned blankets in one space. "Woo, get up before I take away your secret stash of chocolates in a shoe box on the top shelf to the left of the closet." San tried the last method that came to mind, blackmailing. The male watched as Wooyoung visibly tensed underneath the mounds of blankets, cursing at himself under his breath.

Wooyoung thought he hid them well. Apparently not. "Is it possible you can be bargained with a bucket of cookie n creme ice cream?" He peeked his head out of his fortress of fluffiness, jutting out his bottom lip in an effort to win over San. Though the said male had been with his spouse long enough to know all of his antics, "I'll think about out after our schedule, go get ready. I'll make breakfast." San said with a small smirk on his plump pink lips. Leaning over to place a chaste kiss onto Wooyoung's forehead, the male flushed as he giggled like a young child who got their favorite candy at the diabetes store.

No judgment, though.

San straightened his back and gave a tight lip smile to Wooyoung, sluggishly walking to the door of their shared bedroom. The two lived separately in the same apartment complex to their band mates, who lived two floors above them. Wooyoung had particularly woken up bubbly, expecting his and his boyfriend's day to go romantically. Unfortunately, that mood declined gradually as he realized the two still had work to do. They couldn't spend the day together going out to eat or cuddle on the couch, just the two of them. The idol grumbled in distaste as he angerly pulled off the sheets. The cold air prickling onto his warm skin like small daggers, Wooyoung's skin instantly shivered at the drastic temperature change. His feet made contact with the winter cold flooring, making him make a growl like sound slip through his parted lips. Wooyoung stood up jittery and rushed into the bathroom.