Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞

21: Pomegranate

Heyyy loves❤️......I know I went mia on you again, it's just that is hard to update while doing my internship....I'm always tired. So since I'm free this week I'll try to update atleast 3 parts for all of my ongoing stories.

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The morning arrived in a blur, and the day moved faster than Wooyoung could keep up. He stood before the mirror, chewing the inside of his cheek, while Auntie helped him adjust his outfit. With every fidget of his hands, his nerves only grew more obvious. Auntie clicked her tongue in amusement, gently swatting his hands away to fix his wrinkled sleeve.

"Stop worrying, dear. You’re going to do just fine," she cooed, smoothing down his collar. Her gentle touch was supposed to be comforting, but Wooyoung couldn’t shake the tight knot forming in his stomach.

"I don't know, Auntie," he muttered under his breath, letting out a sigh as he glanced nervously at the reflection staring back at him. His black attire hugged his figure just right, elegant but slightly daring, just as San had instructed.

"There now, all done." She gave him a warm smile, patting his hair one last time to make sure it was in place. "You look perfect."

Wooyoung tried to smile back, but it faltered halfway. A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

"It’s time," a voice called from the other side.

Wooyoung inhaled deeply. The breath stuttered slightly on its way out, but he tightened his grip on the black envelope and the pink mask lying on the dresser. Before leaving, Auntie pulled him into a tight embrace, her arms warm and protective around him.

"You’ve got this, sweetheart," she whispered, patting his back softly.

The moment he stepped out of the room, everything felt heavier. His nerves buzzed under his skin as if electricity had settled into his bones. His steps were small and reluctant as he made his way down the hall, where Yeonjun stood waiting for him.

"Ready?" Yeonjun asked, the smirk he often wore replaced by a calm, reassuring expression.

Wooyoung could only manage a stiff nod in response. The two descended the stairs in silence, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. When they reached the garage, a sleek, black range rover waited for them like a silent predator.

Inside the vehicle, San sat in the driver’s seat, casually scrolling through an iPad. His presence was magnetic, commanding the atmosphere even without a word.

Yeonjun opened the back door for Wooyoung, who climbed inside cautiously. The moment the door clicked shut, Wooyoung felt San’s eyes sweep over him, sharp and unrelenting.

"Too revealing, don’t you think, Princess?" San murmured, his tone deceptively light, but there was an unmistakable edge in his words.

Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably under San’s gaze, feeling exposed even though he was fully clothed. His heart thudded against his ribcage like it wanted to escape. Unable to find the right words, Wooyoung just gulped and looked away.

San chuckled quietly, a low, predatory sound that sent goosebumps down the younger’s spine.

The car glided smoothly onto the street, but to Wooyoung, the drive felt like it stretched on forever. His palms grew clammy, and he kept fiddling with the pink mask in his lap, even though there was nothing wrong with it. Sweat gathered at his temples despite the cool air from the car’s vents.

San glanced at him occasionally, as if silently assessing him. There was something unreadable in his expression, a flicker of guilt, perhaps? But it disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving only the cold, composed man that Wooyoung had grown used to.