||Panther's Cage|| WOOSAN

San's smirk widened a fraction. "Old man?"

"Yeah. You're ancient. In racing years you're, like... a dinosaur. A Panther...saurus." Wooyoung giggled. "How old are you actually?"

San watched him, that curious, assessing look in his eyes. "Thirty."

Wooyoung's eyes flew wide. "Thirty! Shit. That's... that's a whole decade. A whole decade on me." He processed this, the alcohol making his thoughts transparent on his face. "Huh. You wear it well. Actually, it's kind of... hot." He blinked. "Bet you know what you're doing, don't you? In all kinds of... races."

San didn't flinch, didn't look away. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Wooyoung hummed. "But you're also a bipolar bitch. One minute you're pinning me to a wall, next you're winking at me. Make up your mind."

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