San Choi was never supposed to make it out alive. The prison was his grave, and the sadistic scientist who ran it made sure of that. Tortured, drugged, and turned into something barely human, he finally did the impossible-he escaped. Now, he's a wanted man, and the only thing keeping him going is revenge. But first, he needs a place to hide. That's how he ends up breaking into Wooyoung Jung's apartment at 2 AM, dripping blood onto the cheap carpet, a gun in one hand and the other wrapped around the university student's throat. Wooyoung should be scared out of his mind. He is scared. But he's also an idiot-because instead of crying for help, he lifts an eyebrow. San blinks. For the first time in days, he's caught off guard. He should have left. He should have killed the little brat and disappeared. But instead, he finds himself crashing on Wooyoung's couch, using his shower, eating the instant ramen Wooyoung throws at him with a sigh. San clenches his jaw. He should have just killed him. But as the days pass, Wooyoung stops being just a scared kid who stumbled into the wrong nightmare. He's something else. Annoying. Shameless. Fearless. And worst of all? Unshakably loyal. And San... San is getting too used to him. But there's no time for distractions. His old friend Yunho is feeding him information-tracking the doctor who turned him into a monster, the man who thinks San is still his little experiment. The closer he gets to revenge, the more dangerous it becomes. And Wooyoung? He's not supposed to be part of this world. But then again, Wooyoung was never good at listening. |Been No:1 on #ateez|

They were like two different worlds colliding. Wooyoung's life was like straight out of some erotic movie that he sometimes brought onto the stage which met with mixed reactions and opinions. San valued peace and privacy in his life. He wanted to achive everything only by his hard work and talent. But what pulls them closer together is their hardships and insecurities.

"Yeah? Well, if you think I'm just gonna roll over and play nice, you're dumber than I thought. I'll bite your dick off if you try anything, San. I mean it." A Woosan story, Mafia AU San, a psycho with no emotions or empathy, crosses paths with wooyoung, a failing medical student with no hope of even making it to tomorrow. //Fair warning: Contains Sexual assault\\

Choi San, a Pure Alpha born to dominate, collects omegas like trophies rude, arrogant, and utterly self-absorbed, he expects obedience without question. Every omega desires him, every concubine competes for his attention, yet he has never met anyone who refuses to bend. Enter Wooyoung, an omega who despises alphas and everything they represent. Straightforward, defiant, and allergic to control, he mocks the legends of San from afar never imagining he'll be forced into a collision course with the very alpha he loathes. When San meets Wooyoung in the market and tries to claim him as a concubine, Wooyoung doesn't flinch. He issues an ultimatum: take me as your Main Omega, or leave me alone. Two wills clash, a harem watches, and a Pure Alpha discovers that some things in life can't be bought, tamed, or forced... not even by him.

After San helped Wooyoung's runaway from home, Wooyoung met San again at an art exhibition after 8 years and Wooyoung didn't expect San to be such a daddy.

"Promise me something," Wooyoung said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anything," San replied, his heart racing. "Promise that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other," Wooyoung said, his eyes searching San's. "I promise," San vowed, squeezing Wooyoung's hand tighter. "We're in this together, always." "I love you." "I love you too." A Woosan Story (Enemies to Lovers)

"You make my heart perform triple axels." ❥ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴼᶠ ᴿᴼᴼᴷᴵᴱ ᴿᴼᴹᴬᴺᶜᴱ Legacy and destiny collide on the ice. Jin has spent his life skating in the vast shadow of his fathers Choi San, the hockey legend whose name is carved into the ice, and Wooyoung, the figure skating icon whose grace once lit up the world stage. Balancing between their legacies, Jin trains in both hockey and figure skating, desperate to build a name that's entirely his own. But behind every perfect routine lies exhaustion, doubt and the quiet scars no one sees. The pressure to live up to greatness has left Jin teetering between brilliance and breakdown, between control and collapse. When a solitary practice session leads to an unexpected encounter with Boss Chaikamon, a fearless snowboarder with his own stormy past, Jin's carefully constructed world begins to shift. Their connection, at first fleeting, grows into something that both unsettles and soothes him a warmth that might just melt the ice around his heart. Yet loving Boss also means facing the darkness Jin has tried so hard to bury.

❥・𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬❞ ▸ Wooyoung has troubles living as an adult, so he copes by drinking, partying and bringing home random girls. But he can never sleep until he's drunk enough to wind up in San's bed and sleep in his arms. ╰┈➤ **ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴀ03 @ ᴍᴏʀᴇᴛʜᴀɴᴍʏᴏᴡɴ** ╰┈➤ 𝟭𝟴+ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀! Non-Explicit Sexual Content, mental health topics, mention of groping, excessive drinking, excessive cursing, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, lots of angst. ╰┈➤ I, by 𝗻𝗼 means, am assuming any of the ATEEZ members' sexuality. This is a work of fanfiction crafted because of my love for Woosan and MATZ's close friendship. Please do not take their relationship or the themes of this book seriously.

Saving Hongjoong's life in an alleyway was one thing. Getting involved in Hongjoong's life was another. Taking him to the ocean and promising him the world... Wooyoung didn't mean to fall in love.

A break in. San didn't care. He never did. Money flowed, his empire grew, and that was enough. Or so he told himself. That was until he found a A boy-no, a young man-curled on the Persian rug by the fireplace, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Blood streaked his face, matting his dark hair and smearing across his cheekbones. His hands, clutching his knees, were stained red, and a deep gash on his leg oozed onto the rug, the fabric soaking up the crimson The boy was trouble, San knew that much, and trouble always brought chaos. Woosan story