Ever heard of the "blind leading the blind"? Well, how about "broken fixing the broken"? Now you have. Welcome to a story about two men-each carrying their own scars, battling their own demons, and, above all, fighting. From strangers to teammates to rivals to friends to lovers... and back to- nope, I won't spoil it. I can only promise that you'll laugh, cry, hold your breath-and then probably cry again. But trust me, you won't want to miss this one.

[completed] "Very romantic, don't you think?" Wooyoung asked as they settled in. San raised an eyebrow. "What, the view?" "Everything. The view. The atmosphere. Us." Wooyoung leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, flashing his most charming smile. "Feels like the kind of place people come for... special occasions." San blinked, then gave him an amused look. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Wooyoung resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Yes, San. I am trying to tell you something. I have been for weeks. Marry me, you idiot. Or: the five times Wooyoung tried to get San to propose. And the one time San did.

in a world where soulmates are bound by matching tattoos, wooyoung has always dreamed of finding his perfect match. confident, popular, and a bit of a romantic, he's spent years chasing the idea of destiny. when he suspects that his long-term crush might have the same tattoo as his, he's trying his best to win her over - until san shows up. san is everything wooyoung hates: cocky, annoyingly calm, and somehow always managing to push his buttons. when the two are paired together for a semester-long project, tensions hit an all-time high, and wooyoung finds himself conflicted. -lowercase intended -this story is AU🫶🏼 -spotify playlist for this story is in my bio <3

"but you're supposed to be dead"

The things that aren't meant to be saved, are often the ones fate has already decided.

San, a college volleyball star and youngest Olympian at the best school for both mathematics and sports, invites sports-hating Wooyoung to his next match for free. As they clash over their differences, an unexpected friendship begins to form. (Swear words used, slight verbal/mental abuse)

"You've been sneaking around, copying assignments. You think that's what I want?" "You'll be a good boy? Prove it then." He suddenly shoves two fingers into Wooyoung's mouth. "Suck. Show me how sorry you are."

In the labyrinthine underbelly of Busan, a city where night never seems to end, reigns Choi San, a centuries-old vampire with control over the darker elements. His world is one of cold dominance and strict hierarchies-a place where humans are strictly forbidden and vampires thrive under his iron rule. San's immortal existence is marked by calculated power moves and blood debts, with no room for the vulnerabilities of love. On a rare blood moon night, an unexpected incident disrupts the delicate balance: Jung Wooyoung, a rebellious young photographer obsessed with capturing what should not be seen, inadvertently crosses into San's domain. Seeking the thrill of forbidden shadows, Wooyoung's lens captures more than just the eerie beauty of the night-he captures the fleeting image of San himself, shrouded in mystery and allure. Intrigued and infuriated by the breach, San confronts Wooyoung, intent on erasing the event from the young man's memory. However, the encounter doesn't go as planned when he can't erase his memory.

In the gritty, neon-lit streets of Seoul, the underworld thrives under the command of Choi San, a formidable mafia don as revered as he is feared. Bound to him is Jung Wooyoung, his bodyguard, who navigates this perilous world with a mix of deep loyalty and simmering resentment. Amidst treacherous power struggles and deadly betrayals, a complicated relationship unfolds between the cold, calculating don and his fiercely devoted protector.

Wooyoung didn't anticipate a lot of things about his life, like his long term boyfriend breaking up with him right before he starts a new job at a graphic design company. Or a cocky, flirtatious and very frustrating superior at said graphic design company named Choi San. San drives Wooyoung crazy, but San seems to enjoy seeing him flustered or annoyed. But Wooyoung is confused, if he hates San so much, how come he can't stop thinking about him? Woosan fan fic.