"Wooyoung," San said finally, his voice low, careful. "Are you... okay?" Wooyoung's jaw clenched. Okay? Was he okay? After everything-Mrs. Choi's venom, San's absence, this entire fucking marriage-was he okay? He wanted to laugh, to scream, to tell San to go to hell. But he didn't. He just stayed silent, his back to the alpha, his tears soaking into the pillow. "Wooyoung," San tried again, softer this time. "I heard you crying." "Oh, great," Wooyoung muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm and unshed tears. "Gold star for observation, alpha. Now leave me alone." San sighed, the sound heavy, exhausted. "I'm just trying to-" "What? Care?" Wooyoung snapped, still not turning around. "Don't bother. You're three years too late." Omegaverse Woosan

Yeosangův svět již dávno nepřipomínal to barevné místo, kterým byl kdysi. Chtěl opět pocítit tu dětskou radost z maličkostí a všedních dní, chtěl znovu zakusit tu sladkou chuť veselí a pošetilých snů, chtěl... Chtěl toho tolik a přitom tak málo. Nikdy by si však nepomyslel, že by toto přání dokázala splnit nicotná sněžná vločka. │ ATEEZ fantasy AU │ Vánoční povídka │ Seonghwa × Yeosang │ Soft Povídka vyhrála krásné třetí místo ve Vánoční literární kpop soutěži u Shim Nicol.

A beautiful glowing red rose without a ground to belong to. Thorns that will hurt you if you come close. Too scared, too cautious. Will San be able to break the barriers?