one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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"San gave Yeosang a kiss today?... Wow."
Of course he’d had to find out this information during a live. And from a fan. Not even one of his friends, his members. That would have to go on Wooyoung's top ten most humiliating moments in life. And he had a lot of those. This humiliating moment fell somewhere between spilling milk all over his crush in highschool and that time his mother had to bring him spare underwear for reasons he'll never disclose.
It was that bad.
He just sucked air in through his teeth and tried not to let his irritation bubble over into his facial features. Their fans picked up on even the littlest things, dissecting every single blink and sigh and twitch of their mouths. It was why he and San were careful with how far they actually went with their public displays of affection- Nothing beyond questionably platonic, and San was rarely the initiator. It was (always) Wooyoung pushing over-dramatic kisses into San’s cheeks, never the other way around- At least, not in public, not on stage.
But he could apparently kiss Yeosang.Series
- Part 1 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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Choi San had never particularly been the jealous type.
He was competitive, sure- But never jealous.
He’d never felt heated when a girlfriend of his had sat on someone else's lap, talked to some other guy, touched someone's arm in a friendly way. He never cared when his friends did something fun without him, or got some cool new game system he’d been wanting. San had never found himself in that fever-like, aggravated emotion that was ‘jealousy’.
So he really didn’t understand why watching his best friend cuddle with any of his other best friends made his stomach churn and his irritation spike. He hated the red hot feeling that bubbled up in his chest and made his palms sweat. He felt pure acidic rage whenever someone else touched him, smiled at him, kissed him, as a joke.
Choi San felt fire in his throat over anybody touching his Jung Wooyoung.Series
- Part 2 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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Lee Minho was generally a very calm alpha. He was relaxed about a lot of things, his ruts weren’t really all that bad, and getting an omega had never been his end goal.
Besides, he already had one he liked.Series
- Part 3 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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Wooyoung had almost forgotten what it felt like, to be young and in love.
He’d traded all of that in when he started really pursuing his career, drowning himself in the thing he loved to do instead of a person he thought he loved, full stop. There were days he’d thought he should probably put himself out there. Keep up with the ten different conversations he’d been picking at on a dating app, go out on an actual date instead of ghosting somebody simply because he didn’t see the point. But nobody had piqued his interest enough to drag him away from his work, because his work was his first, true love. It had been there for him through every highschool romance or college fling, had been there to inspire him through finals and bring color to the bland summers in between.
People had never been there for him as selflessly as he had always been for them. So after a while, he stopped trying to see why he should put his ink down and let somebody have his undivided attention. Allow somebody to waste his time and money, sap his emotional energy. And then that fucking gardener started smiling at him and it made his chest remember. Made him want to feel that feeling again.
San made everything in his body want.Series
- Part 4 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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“You want me to go?” San pouted, watching Wooyoung’s face change in the mirror. His eyes were glued to San’s hand, chewing his cheek anxiously as his fingers dipped into the source of everything wet, and he watched his eyelids flutter, just a bit.
“You can’t- I can’t, not before I stream. It won't be as fun.” He watched San nod, pushing his fingers in further, middle and ring finger buried in his pussy before pulling back out. Wooyoung melted when he felt his fingers slip around his folds, then stop and circle, slick and hot, right over his clit. “San, stop it-” His hips rocked on their own and he felt San’s movements quicken, just a little, before he pulled his hand away carefully and brought it up to his mouth.
“Sorry.” San huffed, stuffing his fingers in his mouth like it was something delicious and Wooyoung shuddered.Series
- Part 5 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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San knew he didn’t like fucking with the lights on, very much. Wooyoung hadn’t told him that, and he wasn’t exactly sure how he’d parsed that out, but he was grateful. Grateful that San would still make love to him in the blue dark of their bedroom, even when he couldn’t see him, not unless he was bumping noses with him, which was almost every time.
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- Part 6 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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“Can’t you pick on somebody else?” San huffed, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets when the actor turned his back to leave him. But he turned on his heel to face him again and San stumbled back, legs shaking. He really shouldn’t be this scared. The guy's an actor. Red riding hood looked down, then up, biting the red of his lip before getting closer, inching San up against a light post but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention.
“Is that a doggy bone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” The actor whispered.
San stiffened, then watched his red riding hood disappear again, blinking a few times before he looked down and sure enough-
He was hard.
What the fuck.
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- Part 7 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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San had drowned him in affection, that night. Wooyoung was suffocated, almost, by the intensity San’s love was capable of. And it was just that, love, be it two months or two centuries, it didn’t matter how long they’d felt it for, been in each other's lives for.
The prince felt a kind of love for his guard that spanned centuries, he could feel it. And the other could feel it, too. Just how deep under each other's skin they’d gotten, in such a short time. Anybody else would have been scared. But not them. Not Choi San.
In any universe, he’d have fallen for this spoiled brat of a man. And he’d do it again and again, every time, happily.Series
- Part 8 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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In which Choi San has an unhealthy infatuation with his next-door neighbor, a very pretty man that has the entire queer male population of their town wrapped around his little finger. He just has no idea that that same pretty boy next door has an unhealthy obsession with the man that watches him from across their yard, every single night, without fail.
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- Part 9 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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“Open the door.” San huffed, jerking his chin toward their hotel room door, but Wooyoung was stuck for a second. Stuck under the pressure of San’s stare, the way he was looking at him as if they were still on that stage in the middle of performing. It made his whole body feel fuzzy, hot.
He did as he was told when he could move, feeling his body be pressed against the door before the lock even clicked and he frantically pushed on the door handle, breath on his neck and finally the door was forced open, freeing him from San’s physical pressure on his back. But the relief didn’t last long, his cheek becoming uncomfortably familiar with the wallpaper in their room. He heard the door shut and latch, then the extra lock at the top smack against the metal door frame before that heavy, uneven breath was on his ear again.
Wooyoung was not unfamiliar with this San. After the show, adrenaline high, rough, needing to take out the remainder of his explosive energy on his boyfriend and Wooyoung was more than happy to assist.Series
- Part 10 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3
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Christmas was in three days, and if he wasn’t done with the entire gingerbread town display by tomorrow, Mrs. Claus was going to have his ass. He finally had the chance to take over the very sacred duty of designing, baking, and putting together the entire thing; With the help of some very kind volunteers, of course. He’d wanted to do this since he first started baking, it was always his favorite part of the holiday decorations, but it was proving to be way too much pressure for him.
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“...isn’t that that stablehand?”
“Hm?”
“That stablehand, the one that always buys out all your leftover gingerbread?”
“Oh, he’s back? I thought he already came by, today.”
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“And what can I do for you? I am fresh out of scraps, buddy.” Wooyoung started out kind, but he made it obvious how irritated he was, towards the end.
“You can call me San.”
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- Part 11 of one shot, one kill ONE SHOTS <3