Woosan OneShot Compilation

Birthday Surprise

Wooyoung came home after an excruciating day at work. He was completely unaware of the surprise his friends set up for him. Sure, it was his birthday today, but he's an adult, so there wasn't much to do, but have a bottle of Soju, and maybe invite his friends out for a drink during the weekend.

As he enters his dimly lit living room, the air smelling faintly of candles, with colorful lights flickering across the walls. His friends greet him with loud cheers, music thumping in the background. The room feels warm and inviting, the scent of something sweet mingling with the sharp tang of alcohol. He's shocked. They remembered, they set this all up. He was shocked and touched in equal parts.

The laughter and excitement are infectious, and Wooyoung is quickly swept into the celebration. He notices a few of his friends exchanging sly, knowing glances, which piques his curiosity, but he brushes it off, assuming they're just planning another round of shots.

As the evening progresses, one of Wooyoung's friends taps a glass to grab everyone's attention. The chatter dies down, and the room goes silent with anticipation. The lights dim further, and the music shifts to a slower, sultry beat. Wooyoung's friend announces, "We've got a special surprise for the birthday boy!" Wooyoung's curiosity sharpens, a mix of confusion and amusement playing on his face.

The front door opens, and the hottest man Wooyoung has ever seen enters. Tall, muscular, and effortlessly confident, he strides in with a teasing smile that promises mischief. He's dressed in a sleek, fitted fireman's gear that accentuates his muscular frame, and there's a playful twinkle in his eyes. San locks eyes with Wooyoung, and for a moment, it feels like the entire room fades away. Wooyoung's heart stutters in his chest, his mouth going dry, and his blood racing downward at an alarming rate.

San starts his routine, moving to the beat with smooth, deliberate movements. He's not just dancing; he's performing, and Wooyoung is the only audience that matters. The bass vibrates through the floor, syncing with the pounding of Wooyoung's heart. The room fills with the scent of cologne, a mix of sandalwood and spice that makes Wooyoung's head spin. San's gaze doesn't leave Wooyoung's, and every time their eyes meet, a jolt of electricity seems to pass between them.

The room is alive with whoops and cheers, but Wooyoung is barely aware of it. His entire focus is on San, the way he moves, the slow, teasing way he unbuttons his shirt, revealing smooth, tan skin. San catches Wooyoung's eye again, a smirk curling his lips, and Wooyoung feels a rush of warmth that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

What is happening to me? Wooyoung thinks, his mind a whirl of confusion and desire. I shouldn't be reacting like this, but... God, he's gorgeous. He watches as San pulls back slightly, just enough to let Wooyoung breathe, and his eyes roam over San's face, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lips curl up at the corners, soft yet mischievous. He's so close that Wooyoung can see the way the light dances in his eyes, and it makes his heart stutter, his skin hot and tight.

As the dance continues, San moves closer to Wooyoung, swaying his hips, fingers grazing over Wooyoung's shoulders, teasing yet gentle. The music is loud, but all Wooyoung can hear is his own shallow breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional low hum from San. When San leans in close, Wooyoung catches the scent of his cologne, mixed with a hint of sweat, intoxicating and earthy.

San moves with the kind of confidence that makes it impossible to look away. Every step is deliberate, each movement drawing Wooyoung in, like he's the only person in the room who matters. The lights flicker over San's skin, highlighting the smooth curves of his muscles, the sheen of sweat starting to form on his chest. Wooyoung swallows hard, feeling a warmth spread through his body, pooling low in his stomach.