!Slight Usage of homophobic slurs!
San
As San re-entered the party, still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Wooyoung, he attempted to blend back into the lively atmosphere with his teammates.
However, before he could fully immerse himself, his girlfriend's voice cut through the noise with a sharp edge.
"Finally decided to show up, huh?" she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm as she approached him.
San shot her a withering glare, his irritation flaring at her tone. "Can't you just give it a rest, Yuqi? I don't need your constant nagging."
Her eyes narrowed in frustration. "Well, excuse me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend instead of watching him disappear with some random guy. What took you so long anyway?"
San's jaw tightened at her mention of Wooyoung, his guilt simmering beneath the surface. "He's not just some random guy, okay? And I don't need your permission to talk to anyone. Besides, for your information, I was just educating him about decency at party's"
Yuqi scoffed, her annoyance evident. "Fine, talk to whoever you want. But don't expect me to stick around and watch you make a fool of yourself! And I really hope that you and that twink don't have something going on. Cheating is one thing but I won't get cheated on by a faggot!"
San's patience snapped at her accusation, his tone sharp as he shot back, "Oh, like you're one to talk. Maybe if you weren't always up in my business, I wouldn't need to find someone else to talk to. At least that twink can get me hard"
With that, he turned away from her, his frustration driving him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle.
Did he actually just say that?
If he was asked to describe his feelings at the moment, he'd probably answer with a mixture of anger, annoyance, frustration and lust.
Three of those being caused by Yuqi and Wooyoung, one by Wooyoung only.
As San continued to drown his frustrations in alcohol, his mind grew hazy and his inhibitions faded away. Each drink dulled the ache of guilt and resentment, numbing the pain of his crumbling relationship with Yuqi.
How did he even end up here?
What did he do to deserve all of the bullshit going on?
It's not like he asked to be seated next to her on that damn plane.
It's not like he expected that to be the last time he-
"San, buddy, you look like you could use another drink," Yoongi remarked, his voice tinged with concern as he gestured to the empty glass in San's hand.
San's lips curled into a drunken grin as he nodded eagerly, welcoming the distraction from his swirling thoughts. "Hell yeah, Yoongi. Keep 'em coming."
As Yoongi poured him another drink, San's mind began to drift, the alcohol fueling a sense of reckless abandon. His anger towards Yuqi transformed into something different, something raw and primal, as desire stirred deep within him.
With each passing moment, San's inhibitions crumbled further, his gaze lingering on the pulsing lights and thumping music that surrounded him. And as he lost himself in the rhythm of the night, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, something that would alter the course of his life forever.
As San continued to indulge in shot after shot with Yoongi, the haze of alcohol clouding his senses, his gaze drifted across the crowded dance floor. Amidst the pulsing lights and thumping music, he caught sight of Wooyoung, moving with a fluid grace that captured San's attention like a moth to a flame.
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.
"Young-ah", Wooyoung held his breath as San got unbearably close to him, "Fuck me"
"..."
Fuck..him?
The shorter male felt the others breath in his neck as big hands found their way around his waist.
"Fuck- Fuck you?", Wooyoung then choked out, "Like in.. Putting my dick in your a-"
"NO", San interrupted him, his voice obviously louder than intended since some of the people around them seemed to suddenly have found interest in their conversation, "That's most definitely not what I meant"
Wooyoung felt San's hand tightening around him, as he got pulled flat onto the others chest.
"Listen", San whispered, lips barely touching Wooyoungs ear, "I want to get you out of these pretty pants of yours and rip that gorgeous pantie off your body"
Wooyoungs breath hitched as he tried to focus on anything else that wasn't San. Don't get hard, not here.
San had other plans.
"mh mh", he whined, taking Wooyoungs chin between his fingers and holding him in place before leaning to his ear again, "Stay here, Young-ah. Listen"
"You have no idea how hard you've got me from that silly little kiss back there", he whispered, hands slowly traveling to Wooyoungs ass, "Couldn't stop thinking about that god damn tongue of yours baby~ I just know you're good at it, aren't you? Good at sucking cock? I'm sure you can take it all the way down, into that pretty tight throat of yours, can't you? Would you let me? Hmm~ Would you let me fuck your throat,
Young-ah?"
Wooyoungs legs seemed to have stopped working.
His knees felt like jelly and the only thing keeping him up at the moment were San's rough hands kneading his ass.
He felt so small. So pliant. So willing to give. And god, he'd give San the world if he could.
"Hyung", he finally managed to breathe out, hands sliding their way up San's chest to clasp together behind his neck.
San was quick to pull them down and wrap them around his waist instead.
"Keep it beneath the waistline darling. I don't want people to actively catch me cheating", San whispered.
Wooyoung had no choice but to nod at the other's request. A quick glance around them only made his heartbeat pick up even more.
Mingi, Yeonjun, Jimin and Yoongi, Hongjoon, Seonghwa, Jongho and some random girl, Yeosa- Wait Jonho?
Wooyoung's jaw dropped as he watched one of his best friends since kindergarten grind his dick on some random girls ass, right in front of him and everyone else.
"What's wrong, ba-"
"JONGHO?", Wooyoung yelled through the loud music, trying to get the others attention.
Completely ignoring San's confusion, he wiggled out of the elders grasp and made his way through the sweaty crowd towards his friend.
"Jongho!", he repeated himself, this time actually causing the other to turn his head towards him.
"You didn't tell me you'd be here too!"
"You didn't ask me", the shorter replied dryly, hands still firmly on the girls hips.
"Ah", Wooyoung mumbled, "True"
"Who's that, daddy?", the girl suddenly asked, causing Wooyoung to almost loose it completely.
"Da- WHAT?! JONGHO WHAT THE FUCK"
"Don't worry, babygirl. That's just a friend", Jongho reassured his.. girlfriend? Or..Whatever she was, before turning back to still shocked Wooyoung, "My friend who I deemed to not be a cock block. Right, Woo?"
Wooyoung still wasn't able to get out a single word, completely traumatized by what he just witnessed, so he decided to just nod.
"Good", Jongho turned back to dry humping the girls ass, "See you later then"
Wooyoung shook his head, trying to forget the past 30 seconds of interaction with his friend and tipsily made his way out of the crowd.
He definitely needed some water.
"Wanna take a shot?"
Or that
"Yes, please", Wooyoung replied.
"Good", the taller man answered, leaning down to him, "Since my girlfriend probably went back to my apartment, why don't we go to yours? I'm sure you and freckles have some good stuff at home"
"We do. Shall we get out of here already? It's still so early"
1:21am
"The night is far from over, Young-ah"
...to be continued
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In my active era (;
Smut ahead baby's! Better prepare^^
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and my new writing style.
I've decided that I want to put a bit more focus on getting the atmosphere across!
About the usage of slurs (f word): I'm gay myself so slay the house down
See y'all next chapter!!