Wooyoung hates his mirror reflection, he hates the numbers shown on the scale, the number of calories on his plate. San's mind is always filled with negative thoughts, parasites, a devil that constantly whispers in his ear how he is not good enough compared to others. These two people live a daily hell, yet they will be around each other every day against their will. Will they help or destroy each other? That is the question.

Jung Wooyoung remembers it all - the night Choi San killed him. But fate gives him another chance, placing him back in his own body before he ever crossed paths with San's mafia. To survive, Wooyoung must play a dangerous game of seduction and strategy against the man destined to end him. -some minor gore implications- ~These are real people, and this story is just for fun and does not mean to harm any of the idols in real life!!~

"So?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you think?" Wooyoung looked at him, at this boy who had pulled him from the abyss, whose family had opened their doors and their hearts without a second thought. He thought of the fourth chair at the table, no longer an empty space, but his. He squeezed San's hand, a full, unburdened smile spreading across his face for the first time that night-a real one, reaching his eyes. "I think," Wooyoung said, his voice thick with an emotion too big for words, "I finally understand what 'home' is supposed to feel like." Two boys who meet by fate and a scrappy dog called comet. Woosan.

The room was spinning... I giggled a little. I held my hands up in front of me. I didn't have two hands... I had ten. The whole room was neon colors. I rolled onto my side, my giggling slowly turning into sobs. I desperately rubbed my arms as if I was trying to get rid of the tickling feeling. I was scared. I felt like hands were crawling up my body, wrapping around my neck. I screamed, trying to push away things that weren't even on me. When it was all over, I layed quietly. I grabbed the little bag of white powder. I needed more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wooyoung is badly addicted to drugs. He can't go one day without it. San is just a high school student who helped Wooyoung. They end up exchanging numbers. Wooyoung really wants to get better, but how can he do that without any support?

"We need a distraction, something big." "Like what?" Wooyoung asked, his voice sharp. "You gonna blow something up, hotshot?" San's eyes glinted, a hint of last night's heat in his gaze. "Maybe I will, princess. You got a better idea?" Wooyoung did have a better idea, one including punching sans stupidly hot face. (Psycho killers au) Woosan

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ღ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ. ➵ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ➵ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ➵ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ (ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ) ➵ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ: ❦ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ!

Wooyoung is fiery, easily angered, and lives by his own rules. San is chaotic, reckless, and annoyingly persistent. When the two end up living together, Wooyoung's patience is tested like never before. But sometimes, the person who drives you insane... is the one who makes your heart race.

short stories + drabbles on woosan.

~ Five years apart. Too many nights tangled in sheets they promised would be the last. Wooyoung and San have been everything to each other first loves, worst heartbreaks, and the only ones who truly see each other. No matter how far they run, how hard they try, their bodies always find their way back. No one else satisfies the ache. No one else understands the craving. So when San invites Wooyoung to dinner for one final goodbye... They both know how it'll end. With gasps. With bruises. With tears. But this time, what if they finally stop running? What if they admit the truth: Their souls were never meant to separate.