Historias de Woosanateez

"it's been a while since you looked so lost in someone... Maybe five minutes?" "I feel like I am cheating on Wooyoung every time I get close to San.." . . The only thing I am guilty of, is that their love made me feel like a pendulum, going to both extremes but resting at none. Is it a right thing to choose between first love and deserved love? Genre- College life, Romance, slice of life Thank you for choosing to read! *surprise at the end of story Story by : @misasaurus

fake friends? bullied? cheated on? abused? pyscho? welcome to the life of an innocent teenage boy, choi san.

wooyeong and san just got off of the vlive, and something happens

Here is a bunch of short woosan stories with the genres: Fluff☁️, Angst☔️ and MABYE smut🔥 Enjoy and i will try to update weekly/regularly. Any requests are welcome except gore and basically anything illegal!

​ ❝ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛. . . 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒. ❞ all san wants is to steal a sweater from wooyoung, who is confused as to why someone would want to steal his clothing. ❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜. ❞ ​

Wooyoung danced his whole life it was all he knew along with the local coffee shop he worked at that became a family he loved like his own. Coming from a bloodline full of legacies at a university with the countries best dance classes. His uncle being the leader of it all. He knew exactly where he'd end up. That was his goal, so he was pissed when he found out he was required to take a few other classes. Being a hot head he fought with his uncle about it, but to no luck. He decided, out of spite, to be the worst student possible. Till he met his match, Choi San, A hot anatomy professor who was not gonna let it slide just because his family was known.

two best friends who met through instagram... • lower case :) • bad at writing ;-; anyways , i hope you'll like this story (and maybe vote ehet) started : dec 19, 2020 completed : feb 1, 2021 highest ranks : #6 ; woosan #2 ; choisan

[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.