No matter where | Woosan

Desire

As he watched Wooyoung's lithe figure swaying to the rhythm of the music, a primal desire stirred within San, igniting a fire that burned hot and fierce. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a magnetic pull that drew him towards Wooyoung with an irresistible force.

Lost in the intoxicating allure of Wooyoung's body and movement, San's inhibitions melted away, leaving him with a singular focus: to be near him, to touch him, to lose himself in the heat of the moment.

With each passing second, the distance between them seemed to shrink, until San found himself standing before Wooyoung, their bodies mere inches apart. And as their eyes locked in a silent exchange of desire, San knew that he could no longer deny the truth that pulsed through his veins like a wildfire: he wanted Wooyoung, in ways he had never wanted anyone before.

As San and Wooyoung stood face to face on the crowded dance floor, the pulsing beat of the music seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the electric tension that crackled between them.

"Hey," Wooyoung murmured, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass, his gaze locked on San's with an intensity that sent shivers down San's spine.

"Hey," San replied, his own voice tinged with a mixture of desire and uncertainty as he met Wooyoung's gaze.

"Here to lecture me again?"

"Do you want me to?"

Wooyoung hummed drunkenly.

For a moment, they simply stood there, caught in a silent exchange that spoke volumes without a single word. The heat of their proximity enveloped them like a cocoon, drowning out the noise of the party and the world beyond.

As they moved to the rhythm of the music, their bodies swaying in sync, San couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Despite the knowledge that his girlfriend was somewhere in the crowd, the allure of Wooyoung was too powerful to resist.

"Having fun?" Wooyoung asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer to San.

San's heart raced at the proximity, his breath catching in his throat as he fought to keep his composure. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from San's forehead, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through San's body. "You know, I've been thinking about that kiss."

San's pulse quickened at the mention of their secret encounter, his mind swimming with a heady mix of desire and apprehension. "Yeah? What about it?"

Wooyoung's gaze held steady, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer, their lips mere inches apart. "I think we should do it again."

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Wooyoung

Wooyoung watched as the taller chuckled at his proposal, his eyes still glued to the other's sharp eyes.

"I'm gonna have to disagree on that one, Young-ah"

"Is that your new thing? Young-ah? After you've told me to leave you alone because I'm a stalker whore?"

"Mhm", San slurred, still seeming more than amused by the situation, "Called you a stalker whore before you kissed me"

"Why not do it again then?"

The blonde's eyes found Wooyoungs as he was staring down at him.

Wooyoung gulped.

He always found the other to be unbelievably handsome but right now? He wasn't even sure if San was an actual human being, considering his perfect styled hair, plump lips, gorgeous eyes and broad chest.