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Thursday.
Wooyoung’s phone digs at 7:45am with an Instagram notification.
Groaning at the early hour, his eyes shoot wide open when he sees who the notification is from.
ChoiMountian has posted a new Reel.
From the day Choi San walked into The Silver Light, Wooyoung has followed him on every social media account the influencer has, knowing he can remain unnoticed amongst the thousands upon thousands of followers the man already has.
As soon as he laid eyes on the timid, soft-spoken man shifting awkwardly at the host stand, Wooyoung was completely and totally smitten.
Does he show it?
Absolutely the fuck not.
Why, one may ask?
The reason is simple.
Choi San is an influencer… and that can only mean one thing in Wooyoung’s mind. To him, it means something is off in San’s head that demands a constant need for attention… A need for praise and validation and a “Look at me! Pick me!” attitude that drives Wooyoung up a fucking wall.
Secretly, Wooyoung thinks that San is the sexiest man walking the face of this green Earth. He would like nothing more than for San to pin him down by the back of his neck and rail him within an inch of his life! But… after reading the thirsty, horny and downright vulgar comments on all of San’s posts, Wooyoung has started to resent him.
Of course everyone and their mother drools over Choi San.
Look at him!
His body is flawless.
He’s an amazing dancer.
He has a beautiful singing voice.
He even has perfect posture!
… and he is a soft sweetheart?
No way.
No fucking way anyone is that perfect.
Wooyoung sees the way San acts with the rest of the staff. Helping Seonghwa put away truck deliveries, whispering and laughing with Jongho and Yunho, and super respectful and obedient to Hongjoong. Hell, he’s even made friends with Yeosang and helps Mingi get home safely… yet San avoids Wooyoung like the plague.
He also sees the way San acts with his tables. Always so smiley and jokey and flirty and charming and… stupid. It’s obvious when his fans come in as well. If it’s slow, San has no problem posing in pictures or doing quick little dance challenges despite being in uniform. A black button up shirt that accentuates his broad, toned shoulders and slim waist. Black dress slacks that make his ass look amazing… and the black bistro apron embroidered with The Silver Light’s logo. Is he promoting The Silver Light? In a way, sure. Do Seonghwa and Hongjoong find it charming? Of course.
But inside Wooyoung, it stokes the little flame of jealousy every single time it isn’t him San is flirting with.
He probably sleeps with a bunch of his fangirls, anyway. Hetero-normitive bullshit.
Will he admit that he’s jealous?
No.
Will he ever approach San first?
Hell no.
Will he continue to watch San from a distance and stew on the fact that the server refuses to talk to him?
Absolutely.
So Wooyoung checks his notification, swoons over San’s body, reads the first few comments, and chucks his phone across the room into a pile of laundry.
How annoying! Fuck Choi San for posting a workout video so goddamn early, looking so goddamn hot, and ruining Wooyoung’s goddamn day before it even begins.
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“I don’t understand why he hates me so much,” San pouts to Hongjoong. He has gotten exactly two eye rolls, two dramatically huffed breaths and one storming off from the Sous Chef since he arrived at work an hour and a half ago.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure either,” Hongjoong replies as they make their way through the dining room. “You’re the only person he acts that way toward.”
“I know!” San groans, flopping into a bar stool to help replace the old drink menus with the new cocktail specials of Yunho’s making. “I always found myself wanting to talk to him but never knew how to approach him or what to say… he’s just so pretty! But now, I feel like I waited too long and he wants nothing to do with me.”
“Maybe he’s upset because he’s the only person on staff you don’t talk to?” the restaurant owner speculates. “Maybe he thinks you hate him or something? I don’t know one way or the other though. He hasn’t said anything to me about you.”
“Of course he hasn’t… because he hates me. I wanted to talk to him but how could I when he’s just so… scary?”
“He’s not scary,” Hongjoong laughs. “He may be a little kitchen gremlin, but scary? He is not. He’s just really passionate about food and the restaurant. Maybe instead of asking me or Seonghwa all your questions, you could start asking Wooyoung? He’s incredibly knowledgeable, you know. If anything, that could open a small line of communication that could trickle into becoming friendly with each other?”
“Do you think that could actually work?” San asks hopefully.
“It’s worth trying,” Hongjoong says with a shrug.
“Ok,” San says tentatively. “Maybe I can try that over the next few shifts.”
“Atta boy.”
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Saturday.
“HANDS!” Wooyoung screams from the kitchen.
There is, apparently, some business expo happening in the city that has The Silver Light busier than ever. The dining room filled up to capacity the moment the doors opened and has not slowed down for a moment. The new host called out sick with a fever, leaving Hongjoong trapped at the host stand. Yunho has a bar full of needy, demanding businesspeople from out of town as well as a never-ending stream of tickets from tables. San and Jongho are at max capacity, running from table to table simply trying to survive… while the kitchen is absolutely drowning in the weeds with no one who can come save them.
“HANDS! APPS UP! ENTREES UP TWO TIMES!” Wooyoung yells again before Jongho storms into the kitchen, dropping off dishes in the dish pit and loading up his tray to run as much food as he can in one trip.
“Chef!” San burst into the kitchen, clearly overwhelmed and frazzled. “I know you’re busy and I’m so sorry but it’s crazy out there and I have a question but don’t want to interrupt your flow and…”
“San, I swear, pull the dick out of your throat and ask your question! We don’t have time for pussy footing around!” Wooyoung shouts, spinning from one station to another at lightning speed. He’s off his game tonight and it frustrates him to be anything but perfect.
“Wooyoung!” Seonghwa snaps. “Focus on your work. Sannie, baby, what do you need?”
“Yes, Chef,” Wooyoung barks back before turning his back to the embarrassed server.
“I’m sorry,” San deflates even more.
“You’re fine, babe. Ignore him. What’s your question?” Seonghwa asks again, never looking away from the plate he’s working on.
“H-how is table 16 looking? They’re not being super nice people and are starting to get impatient with me,” San says with a grimace.
The Chef looks up from his work to scan the full rail of tickets hanging as well as the tickets on the printer he has yet to touch. “Sannie, I don’t have a table 16 ticket. Double check that Jongho didn’t run their food. He just left with a bunch of plates.”
“That was table 9 and 7 he just ran,” San gasps in horror. “You don’t have table 16?!”
“I do not,” Seonghwa replies forcefully. He’s not being rude, just in work mode.
Power talking… or so Chef Park calls it.
“Oh no,” San whines, ready to cry, before rushing to the kitchen POS computer.
He never hit send on the order, leaving it “on hold” for nearly 35 minutes.
San quickly sends the ticket through and rushes back to the line. “Chef, I’m so, so sorry! I don’t know what happened! I thought I hit send but it was on hold this whole time! I need table 16 on the fly!”
Seonghwa responds with a simple, slightly frustrated “Heard,” and calls out the ticket, moving it to the front of the line.
Wooyoung responds by slamming his lowboy cooler shut as hard as he can with a “Yes, Chef.”
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Seventeen minutes later, the kitchen receives a ticket for a ten top…
Every single dish modified…
All on one long ticket…
From San.
“I swear on everything holy, I’m going to fight him in the fucking parking lot,” Wooyoung hisses while highlighting every modification for the large party. “He’s been here long enough to know that anything over 8 should be split into two tickets!”
“I know,” Seonghwa tries to placate his sous. “We can talk about it after without violence. But for now, please stay focused. I need you right now. We can do this, Woo. Just keep pushing.”
“Yes, Chef.”
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“Chef!” San cries out as he drops dishes off in the dish pit. “Apps for table 3 got dropped off at the wrong table. I need a refire!”
“What the fuck, San?!” Wooyoung gasps. “Can you not read a ticket?!”
“I’m sorry! They are the same apps as table 33 and I got confused!”
“THEN TAKE 33’s APPS TO TABLE 3! USE YOUR BRAIN! I CAN'T FUCKING USE IT FOR YOU!”
“... yes, chef,” San whispers as he loads his tray with as much food as possible. Including the appetizers in question.
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“Chef, I’m so sorry…” San starts.
“I swear to fucking God, San,” Wooyoung interrupts...
“Jung Wooyoung!” Seonghwa shouts, slamming his knife down on the cutting board, pivoting on his heel, and marching right into his Sous Chef’s space. Seonghwa is a very patient person. He has a long fuse but when pushed far enough, his anger can be explosive. “You do not get to speak to the front of house the rest of service. Do you understand?! You are helping nothing. Watch your fucking tongue and do your job.”
“Yes, Chef,” Wooyoung growls, turning his back to the line to focus on pushing out starter salads.
“What do you need, San?” Seonghwa asks calmly, picking his knife back up to resume fan slicing a porterhouse steak from the bone for presentation.
“M-my table 4 spilled their wine into their salad bowl a-and demanded a new one,” San says quietly, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my fault this time.”
“What was the salad?”
“S-small street corn salad with c-chipotle ranch dressing on the s-side,” the poor server struggles through his mortification.
He just got Wooyoung in trouble.
“SMALL STREET CORN, CHIP RANCH ON THE SIDE. 911, REFIRE” the CdC calls.
“YES, CHEF.”
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Service finally comes to an end at 10:45pm. An hour and fifteen minutes after closing.
The doors are enthusiastically locked and the window shades are drawn.
It was a nightmare dinner service from hell.
The entire staff got their asses handed to them and are exhausted. Luckily, everyone has the next two days off to rest, relax and recover.
The surprise convention ends on Sunday so next week should be back to business as usual.
“Has anyone seen San?” Yunho asks, sitting limply on the floor behind the bar. “I didn’t get to talk to him much, but I know he had a really hard time tonight.”
“I haven't seen him since his last table left,” Jongho replies. “I tried my best to help him as much as I could, but I was busy getting my own ass kicked.”
“I know, I tried to help both of you when I could but was so tied down at the bar,” Yunho sighs. “I haven’t gotten my ass handed to me like that since I left my last job. And the people? Geez, what assholes tonight!"
“And people wonder why I left the white-collar workforce,” Jongho says, taking a sip from his much-earned glass of wine. “At least it’s over now.”
“Totally makes sense. I’ll cheers to that,” Yunho replies, lifting his own glass up overhead for Jongho to reach over the bar top to clink without getting back on his feet.
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“You can’t lose your cool like that again, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa says gently while the two chefs clean their equipment. “All that does is make a hard situation worse.”
“I get that,” Wooyoung huffs. “But for the amount of money he makes through tips, he should at least be able to do his job properly. Not make it ten times harder for us! All he has to do is talk to people and ring in tickets… then collect a bunch of money. We get our asses kicked, sweat to death and get paid the same amount whether we're dead or slammed.”
“No one is forcing you to be a chef, babe. You know what this profession entails and it's not for the faint of heart… Could you handle dealing with the guests day in and day out? The rude, demanding or entitled people that see servers as servants instead of people trying to provide a pleasant dining experience? Could you handle those types of people with an accommodating smile?” Seonghwa counters.
“... I mean, no. Probably not.”
“Exactly,” Seonghwa laughs gently. “So give him a break. He’s never done this before and is actually doing a pretty good job. He works hard but simply had an off night. You weren’t on your A-game tonight either, you know.”
“I know I wasn’t and that pissed me off even more! It was like the second I felt like I was starting to catch up, here comes Mr. Muscles with something else he screwed up and needs us to fix!”
“It’s our job to fix it, Wooyoung.”
“I knooooow… but it’s still so frustrating! Ugh, I’m gonna go cool off in the walk-in for a few. I’ll be back in 5 minutes,” the sous huffs, tossing his cleaning towel aside.
“You eventually need to apologize, you know.”
“You’re funny,” Wooyoung laughs.
“I mean it. I really can't have that level of open hostility here. So you two are going to have to work it out. I'll even let you stay on the clock for the conversation if you apologize tonight.”
Wooyoung groans at the thought of issuing an apology to Choi San of all people. “I'll think about it. The extra money on my check might not actually be worth my humiliation… I'll be back in 5.”
“Come back with a clear head, please. It’s Saturday. Let’s finish up quickly and get out of here.”
“Yes, chef.”
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San pulls his knees tighter against his chest when he hears the walk-in cooler door open. He’s sitting on the floor, hidden behind one of the speed racks, letting the tears flow freely now that service is over.
Tonight was absolutely horrible for him.
Despite his best efforts, he could never seem to get caught up between greeting guests properly, ringing in orders, running food and drinks, pre-bussing, bussing empty tables and starting all over again. He had multiple tables that gave him the run around and we’re condescending. It flustered him like never before. This was the first time since The Silver Light opened that guests were openly rude to him. He made stupid mistakes that he knew better than to make. He got stiffed twice. He pissed off the kitchen. He got Wooyoung in trouble… and he feels absolutely horrible about it. All San wants is to do a good job and help his coworkers as much as possible. But tonight, he feels like he dragged the whole team down. Maybe he just isn’t cut out for this…
Maybe he’s not really good at anything.
He hardly notices the click of the walk-in door as someone enters.
San squeaks involuntarily when he hears that someone scream “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK” at the top of their lungs in the walk-in, though obviously muffled by an apron or some article of clothing.
“Who’s in here?” the voice calls out, also startled by not being alone.
Shit, it’s Wooyoung.
San takes a studderning breath before pulling himself to his feet. Making himself known, eyes trained on the floor.
“Oh,” Wooyoung sighs. “It’s you.”
“Sorry,” San mumbles, pushing the speed cart to the side to make a hasty retreat away from the Sous. “I’ll leave.”
“I swear to god, if I hear you say sorry one more time tonight, I’m going to lose my mind,” Wooyoung says with an eye roll.
“I’m sor-” the server starts but cuts himself off… ready to apologize for apologizing as he squeezes past the other toward the door. Leaving as much space between them as humanly possible.
“Can I ask you a question?” Wooyoung suddenly asks.
San stops abruptly, turning to face the Sous. His heart leaping into his throat with anxiety. “Ok.”
“Are you trying to fuck me over or is it actual incompetence?”
“W-what?” San stutters, tears welling back up into his eyes. Tonight was hard enough without Wooyoung cornering him like this.
“Like, are you intentionally trying to screw me over or do you really just not get how to do your job?”
With those words, something deep within San snaps.
“You know what, Wooyoung?” San laughs, swiping the tears off his cheeks as he turns on his heel to face the Sous. “I have done nothing but try my best here. I show up early to help with tasks that aren’t my job. I stay late to make sure everyone is safe leaving. I bend over backwards to make my tables happy while trying to help Hongjoong gain regulars. I promote The Silver Light on my socials. I promote the food. I brag on Seonghwa… I brag on YOU! And all I get from you is attitude! You are so dismissive and mean to me! All the time! And I don’t even know why! I try my best but it is never good enough for you. You may have a lot of experience in restaurants but if you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking new to all of this! I’ve never worked with a POS system before. I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m trying. So excuse me for not being fucking perfect all the time! I’m not fucking with you, you arrogant jerk! Not everything is always about you!”
Wooyoung is completely taken aback by San’s outburst. Never once has he seen the older raise his voice, let alone call someone “an arrogant jerk.” Guilt tugs at his heart when he sees more frustrated tears fall from the other’s big brown eyes as he screams.
“Hey, San,” Wooyoung starts, hands raised in quick surrender. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Yes you did!” San cuts him off. “You are so, so mean to me! Since day one! I don’t know what I did to make you hate me so much but whatever it is, you need to get over it! I consider myself a nice person but I can get mad too! I CAN GET MAD TOO!”
“I see that… and I don’t hate you, San,” he tries to defend himself.
“Bullshit! I couldn’t imagine anyone treating someone else the way you treat me unless they hated them,” San spits out. All his confusion and hurt spilling from his head and heart. It was a long, exhausting day and San’s filter is spent. “Ya know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the prettiest boy I’d ever seen. I used to get excited to come to work everyday because maybe, just maybe, today would be the day I worked up the courage to talk to you. To get to know you better. Hell, maybe even ask you out! But no. You turned out to be someone totally different from the happy, smiling man I saw when I came to apply that day.”
Wooyoung is absolutely speechless. This is the most he has heard San ever say… and did he just… Did San just say he was attracted to Wooyoung? What the hell is happening? Is that why he never spoke to Wooyoung? Was Wooyoung coming off as too intimidating for San to even approach him?
Shit.
“I used to think you were so pretty and so fucking magnetic. Now, I finally realize that your heart is u-ugly,” San hiccups.
The words punch Wooyoung straight in the chest.
He knows he can be abrasive sometimes. Can come across as loud and flamboyant and kind of wild. He knows he’s not everyone's cup of tea… but never has someone’s words hit him so deeply. Maybe it’s because he has been so attracted to San since the beginning that he didn’t truly realize how hard he was pushing him away… when all Wooyoung really wanted was to be the center of San’s attention.
“Woah, I apologize,” Wooyoung whispers. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“San.”
“J-just leave me alone, Wooyoung.”
“San.”
“No!”
Wooyoung doesn’t know what comes over him… but as the older turns to leave to walk-in, he reaches out, grabbing San by the elbow, spins him around and crashes their lips together. He throws himself so hard into the server that the two of them slam against the shelves behind San. A gasp escapes the servers lips… but to Wooyoung’s surprise, he doesn’t push him away.
To the contrary.
San wraps both arms around the Sous, pulling him in tightly while pressing his tongue aggressively into Wooyoung’s mouth.
“Fuck you,” San pants between kisses.
“I’m so sorry,” Wooyoung whines as he jumps to wrap his legs around San’s waist… who quickly turns them around to slam his back against the shelves, pinning him in place between the metal and his own hard body.
Wooyoung winces but doesn’t pull away.
“Why are you doing this?” San murmurs as Wooyoung's lips trail from his jaw to his neck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Wooyoung whines, gripping San as hard as he can with all four limbs. “I’d see you flirt with everyone but me and it just… it just…”
“Made you an asshole?” San quips, tears completely gone and replaced with a wild passion that makes Wooyoung’s head spin.
“Jealous,” Wooyoung whispers through a moan. San’s hands mead at his ass and thighs as he sucks harshly on the soft skin of Wooyoung’s earlobe.
“That’s so dumb,” San whispers.
“I couldn’t help it, aaahhh,” the sous moans when San connects their lips again. Tongues gliding together like two starved men tasting the sweetest delicacies the world has to offer.
“Do better,” San growls into the other’s waiting mouth just as the walk-in door opens.
“Woooaaaah,” Jongho startles. Neither San nor Wooyoung bother to pull apart by even a fraction. Both too engrossed in the moment… months of built up tension spilling from every pore of their skin. “Gross. Right in front of the salads,” they hear the youngest groan just before the door clicks shut behind him.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung whines. “I have to go clean the kitchen.”
“Ok.”
“I’m sorry for being such a dick to you.”
“Ok.”
“I mean it.”
“If you say so.”
“Can I make it up to you?”
“Ok.”
Wooyoung reluctantly unwraps his body from around San as he's gently placed back on his feet.
What a turn of events.
Without a word, he smooths his hair and exits the walk-in. Before the door even closes, he turns and pops his head back inside.
“Would you like to go to brunch with me tomorrow?” Wooyoung asks curtly.
“Huh?” San asks, clearly startled. His hair and shirt askew from Wooyoung's wandering hands.
“Brunch. A mix of breakfast and lunch. Tomorrow at like 11. Do you want to go?”
“A-are you asking me on a date?” San stutters.
“Yes.”
“I thought chefs hate brunch…”
“We hate working brunch. Not necessarily eating it,” Wooyoung giggles at the others' confusion.
Fuck, he’s cute.
“So, can I take you on a brunch date? Make it up to you a little for being an arrogant jerk? My treat?”
“Ok.”
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“San is on clean up duty for the walk-in for the next month,” Jongho states plainly as he sits, gulping down the rest of his wine.
“Why? What happened?” Hongjoong asks as he counts down the bar drawer.
“Is he ok?” Yunho asks, still sitting on the floor.
“Him and Wooyoung are basically face-fucking each other in there as we speak,” Jongho shudders at the vision burned into his retinas.
“HA!” Yunho exclaims, slapping Hongjoong in the thigh. “I called it! You owe me twenty bucks!”
Hongjoong says nothing... but slips a $20 bill from the register and places it in the bar manager's open, waiting hand.
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When San gets home from work that night, he lays in bed completely unable to turn off his brian. What the hell happened tonight? Wooyoung was a particular type of asshole to him the entire shift, then as soon as San loses his cool… he kisses him? What kind of twisted response is that?
He brushes his fingertips against his lips as he remembers the want and need he felt from the sous. San doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed with so much fervor before.
“I’d see you flirt with everyone except me and it just…”
“Made you an asshole?”
“Jealous.”
Wooyoung was jealous. A little spark of something bursts in his chest. Obviously they have a lot to talk about… but maybe this could be San’s chance to actually get to know the Wooyoung he first saw when he applied at The Silver Light.
The person behind the tough exterior.
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Sunday.
Their brunch date goes well enough.
The first 30 minutes of the meal is spent dancing around the awkwardness of Wooyoung trying to be kind… and San's cautious acceptance.
But after a few mimosas and Wooyoung's flirtatious charm, the pair relax around each other enough to enjoy their little date.
San walks Wooyoung to the train station and kisses him gently on the cheek before parting ways.
The two exchange phone numbers… but neither dare to use it. Both men quietly hoping the other would be the first to reach out. Monday comes and goes without any communication between them.
Both anxious about what the other is thinking and feeling.
Both anxious to see the other at work the next day.
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Tuesday.
Wooyoung clocks in for his shift and goes straight to work without a word. Seonghwa and Hongjoong are in the office with the door closed.
It's too quiet.
That’s curious… why would Seonghwa and Hongjoong need the door closed when they are alone in the building?
Any other day, he would immediately press his ear to the door or pound on it just to hear their response… but his mind is too preoccupied with other things to actually go be nosey. He has two hours before San is scheduled to arrive at work, and he watches the clock diligently.
Today will be different.
Wooyoung decided Saturday night that he will be different. No longer annoyed by San’s presence and apparent lack of interest in him… the sous is determined to make San want him. He wants to show the server just how kind he can be. He wants to show him who he really is…
He wants San to crave him.
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“Hi, Sannie,” Wooyoung smiles as San walks through the kitchen to clock in. “I made some lunch, if you’re hungry.”
“H-hey, Wooyoung,” he replies with a shy smile. “I just ate but I’m sure I’ll be hungry again before service starts. Save me some?”
“Sure, I’ll box it up and put it in the walk-in for you,” Wooyoung replies. “Can I talk to you when you have a second?”
“Uh, sure. Let me clock in and put my stuff down. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Ok.”
San walks outfront, leaving Wooyoung with his heart in his throat. He’s not great at being vulnerable… but if he wants to get to know San, it might just be what he has to do. So as soon as the older walks back into the kitchen, Wooyoung pulls him outside to the steps that lead to the employee parking lot.
Wooyoung takes a seat while San stands in front of him, arms crossed nervously over his chest.
“I want to apologize again for the way I’ve treated you,” Wooyoung says, fingers tangling in his lap. This is so awkward for him but he soldiers on. “I realize I was acting childish just because I found you attractive. Why I didn’t just talk to you? I’m not sure. I guess I was hoping that you would come to me… but I kind of made that impossible for you.”
San stands quietly and listens.
“There really was no reason for me to act that way… and I’m sorry.”
“How was I supposed to know you wanted me to talk to you if you didn’t tell me?” San sighs. “If anything, you made me feel like I should avoid you.”
“I know,” Wooyoung’s shoulders curl in on themselves. “Hey… um… would you mind sitting down with me? It’s not your fault but you towering over me like this right now is… um, kind of triggering? It’s making me really anxious.”
“Oh,” San says, quickly moving to sit cross-legged on the ground in front of Wooyoung. Now looking up at him, instead of down, with those big, puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize… I wasn’t trying to…”
“No no, it’s ok,” Wooyoung smiles when he realizes San moved intentionally to sit below him. Completely eliminating the threat Wooyoung’s trauma was making him feel. “I just have a thing about feeling… small and trapped… but that’s not because of you. My last boss kind of fucked me up a little.”
“I’m sorry. I kind of heard something about that,” San nods his head, hesitantly reaching out to touch Wooyoung’s hand. “You don’t have to explain the details though, if you don’t want to. So long as you’re comfortable now.”
“I am,” Wooyoung grimaces, ears turning a light shade of pink. “Thanks.”
“I promise no one was gossiping! I just accidentally overheard Seonghwa and Hongjoong mention something bad happening at your last job,” San quickly tries to explain. “They were just talking because they care about you…”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung breathes deeply. He’s sure the two speaking about what happened to him could only be coming from a place of love. He trusts Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
“But you were saying?”
“Oh, right,” Wooyoung says, clearing his throat. He practiced this speech a million times in his head. But now that he is here, all the pretty words he planned have flown right out of his brain. “You know I follow you on social media, right?”
Smooth, Wooyoung. Real smooth.
“You do?” San laughs. Clearly surprised by the random topic.
“Mhm,” Wooyoung looks at their touching hands. “I started following you the day you applied. I saw the kind of content you post and was completely enthralled… you’re so talented, San. In so many different ways. I mean, you’re gorgeous. But also talented. I couldn’t wait to get to know you. But then I made the mistake of reading a bunch of comments… and everyone is just so thirsty for you. I mean, I get it… but it made me feel weird. Like, what makes me any different? Am I just as bad as them? You have a shit ton of followers, meaning you have your pick of anyone you want. What gives me the right to want your attention more than any of them?”
San sits quietly while Wooyoung fumbles over the point he’s trying to make.
“Then I started seeing some of the comments you would reply to. All from these beautiful women… and it made me think you were just some hetero asshole that needed attention and validation to feed your 8 pack abs. Some meathead that knows he’s hot,” Wooyoung winces at his own thoughts.
“You thought I fed my abs with compliments?” San laughs.
“You know what I mean!” Wooyoung pouts, trying to hide his embarrassment by being cute. “I admit that I read you the wrong way and it made me resentful. That’s why I was so hard on you. I knew I couldn’t compete with all those pretty people on your socials… so like, negative attention is still attention. You know?”
“I have to reply to my followers to keep engagement up,” San tries to explain. “And most of the time, I just reply with emojis. I honestly pick comments at random to reply to, most of the time. And what do you mean you couldn’t compete? I already told you the second I saw you, I thought you were the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen!”
“Well how was I supposed to know that?!” Wooyoung pouts even further. “You never talked to me! You called me out for expecting you to read my mind… that goes both ways!”
“Ok, ok,” San relents with a dimpled smile. “That’s fair.”
“I’m sorry I was mean to you, Sannie,” Wooyoung says earnestly. “It was childish of me… but I’d like the chance to show you that that’s not really who I am. I’d really like the chance to get to know you too.”
San pushes off the ground to sit hip to hip with the sous. He can tell Wooyoung is making an effort to be genuine with him… and he likes that. When Wooyoung lets his guard down, even by a fraction, it’s a beautiful sight to behold. San’s heart beats a little faster as he puts his arm around the smaller man’s shoulder.
“I’d like that too,” San whispers gently.
“So,” Wooyoung looks up shyly into San’s eyes. “So does that mean you forgive me?”
“I forgave you as soon as you asked me out to brunch,” San chuckles.
Wooyoung returns the smile. Nose scrunching and eyes crinkling into crescents and… fuck… San is so done for. Wooyoung can have whatever he wants from him.
“I guess it’s my turn to ask you out on a date, then,” the older sighs dreamily.
“Really? When?” the sous asks, suddenly nervous like San will change his mind.
“How about Sunday night? I don’t want to mess with your work schedule or…” San starts explaining his train of thought but is swiftly cut off with an enthusiastic “YES!” from the sous.
Both men laugh softly as they lean into each other. Having San’s strong arm around him makes Wooyoung’s insides melt. It’s just so… nice.
“We should get back to work,” Wooyoung finally sighs, head resting on the server's shoulder.
“You’re probably right,. I’ve done nothing since I got here,” San relents, sliding his hand down Wooyoung back to rest on his hip. “I’ll try to make tonight’s service easy on you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Wooyoung waves him off. “I’m used to you by now.”
“Shush! I’m getting better!” San jokes back. He kisses Wooyoung softly on the forehead and stands to go back to work. “I’ll see you inside.”
Wooyoung takes a moment to still his pounding heart before returning as well. As soon as he walks through the propped open door, he comes face to face with Seonghwa… standing in the entryway with a clipboard, seemingly doing inventory of the paper goods.
“That went well,” Seonghwa smirks at his Sous Chef.
“Shut up,” Wooyoung whispers, trying to duck past his CdC and hide his blushing face at being overheard.
“May I ask how we went from trying to fight him in the parking lot on Saturday… to forehead kisses on Tuesday?” Seonghwa asks with a cocked eyebrow. The smug look on his face makes Wooyoung immediately embarrassed and scrambling for a distraction.
“The real question is why you felt the need to have the office door closed this morning when it was just you and Hongjoong in the building! Weird, huh? Don’t think I didn’t notice how quiet it was when I got here!” Wooyoung bristles, hoping to fluster Seonghwa enough to run away.
Seonghwa immediately sucks in a sharp breath, turning bright red.
Bingo.
“I… you…” the chef stumbles over his words, nearly dropping his clipboard. “Shut up and go butcher 2 tenderloins.”
Success.
“Yes, chef.”
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Sunday.
The week flew by and before he knew it, Wooyoung was eating street food with San at a local festival… dancing playfully to the music filtering through the streets.
It was perfect.
San was perfect.
This date was perfect.
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Three hours later, they barely make it past Wooyoung’s threshold before San pushes him against the wall, both of Wooyoung’s hands pinned above his head. San bites harshly into the soft skin of his neck before soothing it with his tongue.
Wooyoung moans at the mix of gentle pleasure and harsh pain as San pushes his thigh between his legs.
“God, I want you to destroy me,” he huffs, grinding against San’s muscle hardened thigh. “Waited for so long.”
“Yeah?” San whispers into his skin. “How do you want me to do that? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
“Oh yeah? You want to be a good boy for me?” Wooyoung teases.
A small whine escapes San’s throat at Wooyoung’s words.
Oh shit, San likes that.
“Ohhhh,” Wooyoung coos. “Do you like that, baby? Do you want to be my good boy?”
“Mhmm,” San whines as he ruts against the younger. “Wanna be so good for you.”
“Bed,” Wooyoung moans. “Now.”
He pushes San hard enough for the other to stumble backwards then grabs his hand, dragging him down the hallway to his room… slamming the door shut with his elbow.
Wooyoung jumps to straddle San’s waist as the two tumble backwards. San’s back hits the bed with an oomf but doesn’t pull away. Wooyoung’s tongue devouring him the whole way down. Exploring every centimeter of San’s mouth. Licking from the back of his teeth all the way to his soft palate.
Never in his life has San been kissed with so much passion, so much hunger… and it’s driving him insane. He wants to give everything to Wooyoung. Anything he wants.
Anything.
“I want you to fuck me,” Wooyoung pants, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside before doing the same to San. “Fucking rearrange my guts.”
San tries to respond but Wooyoung has his tongue back in his mouth again before he can even inhale. He’s so hard… all he can do is whimper and grind his hips up against Wooyoung’s tight ass.
“Can I have it?” Wooyoung questions as he pulls away to unbuckle his pants, popping the button to relieve the pressure against his growing erection.
“Y-yes.”
“Will you be my good boy? Give me exactly what I want?”
“I’ll try,” San gulps through the haze in his mind. Wooyoung is pulling him into a headspace that he hasn’t been in in a long time. A pliant headspace that has him hanging on Wooyoung’s every word.
“Don’t try… do.”
“Yes, sir,” San moans.
Oh shit, Wooyoung likes that.
“Good boy. Do you like calling me sir?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Jesus, Sannie,” Wooyoung groans, ripping his pants and boxers off in one clumsy motion before doing the same to San…leaving both men completely bare and already sweating. “You have to tell me if you don’t like something or if you want to stop, ok?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m trusting you to be honest with me, Sannie. I’ll only enjoy this if you do too. Don’t fake it just because you think it’s what I want…” Wooyoung whispers as he kisses down San’s chest.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something or if it makes me uncomfortable. I promise.”
“Good,” Wooyoung smiles, licking over one nipple and then the other. “Important question. How do you like it? Top? Bottom? Switch? There’s no wrong answer here.”
San’s abs clench as Wooyoung nibbles at his pecks. This man is driving him crazy… pushing all the right buttons.
“Top,” San whispers as Wooyoung’s tongue dips into his belly button. “B-but I want you to take me… tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“Oh goodie!” Wooyoung laughs excitedly, bitting San’s hip bone way harder than San was expecting. A cry slips past his lips just as the younger removes his teeth. A pretty, red indent already blooming in his wake. “A service top! This is going to be so much fun. But first, I want you to relax and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
San nods his head yes as he tries to follow instructions. Relaxing his body as much as he can, hearing Wooyoung hum in approval.
Wooyoung latches his lips onto San’s inner thigh, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Slowly making his way up to where leg meets hip, nuzzling into the sensitive spot. San smells so fucking good here. He can’t help but drink him in, tasting San on his tongue… filling his lungs. San releases a shaky exhale as Wooyoung runs his nose up and down the seam of his balls before slipping one into his mouth. Sucking gently. San’s hips stutter at the sensation.
“Do you like that?” Wooyoung purrs as he licks and kisses all over his scrotum, finally wrapping his fist loosely around San’s leaking tip.
“Fuck,” San whines. “Yes, sir. I like it.”
Wooyoung smiles and tightens his fist around the cock in his hand, giving a few quick, sloppy jerks directly to the tip. San gasps at the sudden, intense sensation. He’s so wet without Wooyoung even touching him with his mouth, making the most obscene squelching sounds.
He startles as he feels Wooyoung’s wet tongue slide from his balls to the space just below. The feeling is overwhelming and foreign. He’s never had someone suck, lick and nibble on his perineum like this before… but fuck, does he like it. Precum beads at the crown of his cock, aiding in the smooth glide of Wooyoung’s fist.
“Sannie, I want your mouth on me. Will do that for me, baby? Will you let me feel your pretty tongue?” Wooyoung says, pulling back from between his thighs but continuing to twist his wrist around San’s cock.
Without a word, San grabs the younger by the ribs and hoists him up his body until Wooyoung has to scramble to catch himself on the head board. Shifting to pull his knees under himself to sit on San’s chest. Something about being manhandled so easily makes a fire burn white hot, deep in his belly.
“Sit on my face,” San pleads. “Use my mouth… whatever you want.”
Wooyoung’s whole body shivers as San tilts his head back with eyes closed, mouth wide open, tongue rolling out to his chin.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking perfect,” he whispers and he strokes his own shaft at the sight of San completely submitting to him. This big, strong man surrendering to Wooyoung… allowing him to take him.
So Wooyoung takes.
First, Wooyoung slides the tip of his cock along the flat of San’s tongue. A small whine escaping the older’s throat in an attempt to not wrap his lips around it. Relaxing his jaw as Wooyoung slides deeper, slowly thrusting into his mouth until he feels the back of San’s tight throat.
“Suck,” Wooyoung instructs and San immediately hollows his cheeks around the cock in his mouth.
Wooyoung gasps, doubling over as the wet heat wraps around him, like San is trying to suck his soul right out of his body. He has to fight his own reflexes to keep from grabbing San by the hair and fucking deep into his skull. He knows San would take it… but he honestly doesn’t want to hurt him.
He has other plans.
As quickly as he put it in, Wooyoung pulls out of the older’s mouth and shifts forward to press his pretty little hole to his lips. San responds immediately by wrapping both arms around his thighs, pulling Wooyoung down to sit his full weight on his face.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung moans as San’s tongue pushes inside of him with no preamble. San guiding his hips to roll against his face… fucking him open with the strong, wet muscle.
San’s face turns red from lack of oxygen but at this moment, he’d rather suffocate than pull away. Wooyoung just tastes too good and sounds so pretty when he moans.
After a few delicious moments of pleasure, Wooyoung pulls away to allow San some essential air. The older gasps for breath but immediately lifts his head to suck on Wooyoung’s spit slick rim.
Fisting his hand into San’s hair, Wooyoung jerks his head back. San whines at the loss of his tasty treat.
“I want you,” Wooyoung pants, shuffling down to straddle San’s hips. “Now. Right now.”
“Wait!” San panics, trying to sit up before being forced back down by a hand around his throat. “But I need to prep you!”
“No, you don’t,” Wooyoung smirks, grabbing San’s throbbing cock to roll a condom down his length. When and where he pulled a condom from, San can’t be bothered to care.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Wooyoung whispers against San’s lips and he rubs the tip against his eagerly waiting entrance.
“Yes,” San groans as his tip presses inside Wooyoung’s scalding hot body.
“I fucked myself to the thought of you while getting ready for our date.”
“Jesus Christ,” San growls, feeling Wooyoung drop quickly to sit flush against his hips. “You’re still soaking wet.”
“Mhmm. Fuck, you’re big,” the younger breathes, immediately swivelling his hips in tight, little circles. “Can you take it, Sannie? Can you take me fucking myself with your fat cock?”
“Yes, sir,” San gasps, clinging desperately to Wooyoung’s hips. He’s clenching so tightly around him… squeezing the air from his lungs with every bounce and every roll. “Take it.”
“Yeah? You want me to take it?” Wooyoung teases. His hands roam all over San’s body. Pinching, petting, teasing… From his nipples to the inside of his thighs.
“Yes, sir.”
Wooyoung suddenly pulls off of San’s cock, making him shudder at the suction. Shifting to sit on his knees between San’s legs and hooking both hands behind San’s knees, Wooyoung pushes those knees into San’s chest. A wicked grin plastered across his face as he hovers above him.
“W-wait,” San stammers. “What are you..”
He cuts off his own words with a deep groan as Wooyoung sinks down onto his cock from above him. How is he even doing this? From such a submissive position San finds himself in, the younger is still managing to ride his cock with enthusiasm. Bouncing up and down the length of his shaft while pinning him down to the bed.
“Amazon position,” Wooyoung laughs. “Ever done this before?”
“N-no.”
“Is it ok? Do you like it?”
“Yes,” San moans, eyes rolling back into his head at the strange but incredible new feeling. “Yes, sir. So good.”
“Mmm, good,” Wooyoung grunts through his effort. “I’m gonna fuck you until I cum… and you’re gonna take it like a good boy. Can you do that, Sannie?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you dare cum,” Wooyoung spits, quickening his thrusts as he takes San’s pleasure for himself.
San’s head swims as he lets himself be taken. The confidence Wooyoung exudes while bottoming from the top has the older’s brain melting out of his ears. His body is confused by the sensation of being thrusted into, jolting up the bed with every rough push… yet his cock is the one being driven deeply into Wooyoung’s scorching hot channel. The feeling is overwhelming as he clings desperately to Wooyoung’s biceps.
Wooyoung lets out a high pitch moan as San feels hot, thick liquid splatter across his abs and chest. Opening his eyes just in time to see Wooyoung’s eyes roll back as he cums untouched.
“Fuck, Wooyoung,” San pants. “That’s it... Cum for me!”
“Ah! S-Sannie!” Wooyoung wails and his body spasms around San’s length. San wants nothing more than to guide him through his orgasm… wring out every drop of cum from his body… but he’s powerless in this position. Pinned in place, helplessly watching as Wooyoung claims his pleasure from himself with such confidence. It’s one of the hottest things San has ever seen in his whole life.
As the younger comes down from his high, he drops San’s legs and surges forward to lay on top with his full weight. The two cling to each other as they kiss with wild abandon.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Wooyoung grins into San’s lips. “Sit up against the pillows for me.”
San pushes himself upright, eager to follow instructions. Rapidly cooling cum slides down his torso, pooling at the juncture of his hips… but he doesn’t care. He’s still painfully hard and craving Wooyoung’s touch. The younger flips around, sinking down onto San’s cock in the reverse position. San’s arms wrap tightly around his torso, fingers pinching and twisting at Wooyoung’s nipples as they grind their hips together. Wooyoung has never felt anyone so deep inside his body… and he can’t get enough. He fists his hands in the sheets between San’s legs, pulling himself all the way up to the tip before pushing all the way back down his length.
San groans, squeezing Wooyoung’s cheeks and spreading them wide… using his grip to push and pull Wooyoung back forcefully onto his cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” San whines. “I want to fill you up with my cum so bad.”
“Not yet,” Wooyoung hums, continuing to ride San with all his might.
“Fuck,” San throws his head back against the headboard. If he watches himself sink into Wooyoung’s beautiful body much longer, he won’t be able to control himself. “I can’t hold it.”
“Yes you can, baby” the smaller man encourages as he relentlessly rides the dick inside him.
San bites his lip, face scrunching up in concentration. Fingers digging into Wooyoung’s hips hard enough to bruise.
“I want to cum again,” Wooyoung huffs. “Bend me over a fuck me to death!”
San doesn’t have to be told twice. He grabs Wooyoung by the back of the neck and surges forward until Wooyoung’s cheek is pressed into the mattress, ass high in the air… never pulling out for a single second.
“Ah!” Wooyoung screams as San slams his hips harshly into his hole. “U-use me, San. Blow my fucking back out!”
A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth before growling, “Yes, sir.”
Wooyoung likes it rough…
He thought they were being rough before…
But he quickly realizes just how much San was holding himself back as he begins to fuck into him with ferocity. Wooyoung’s eyes roll back, tears sliding down his nose and pitiful groans escaping his lips with every snap of San’s hips. Molten lava replaces his blood and fire burns through his nervous system. The sting on his ass cheeks melding with the lightning inside his guts as San abuses his prostate over and over. San leaving bites and wet kisses all over Wooyoung’s neck and shoulders.
“P-pin me down,” Wooyoung manages to grunt between thrusts. “Pin me down and fuck me until we both cum!”
Wooyoung expects to feel a hand on the back of his neck or between his shoulder blades.
What he doesn’t expect is for San to kick up to his feet, plant both hands on his lower back to force an impossibly deeper arch and press a foot to the back of his head. Wooyoung is rendered completely immobile aside from his own hand jerking weakly at his drooling cock. San drops into a squat as he fucks his full length back into Wooyoung’s gaping hole. The breath forced out of his lungs as San thrusts downward into his body.
“You like that?” San pants. Sweat rolling down his back and thighs burning with effort to please his lover.
“YES!” Wooyoung squeals. “Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!”
Every muscle in Wooyoung’s body goes rigid as San plows into his prostate with deadly precision. His legs tingle and his back goes numb…
“Cum,” he hears San chanting over and over through the haze of his pleasure before his orgasm crashes over it like a tidal wave. He hears himself scream as he covers his fist in white… San’s hips stutter as his own hot cum floods the condom, filling Wooyoung to the best of his ability. High pitch whines spill from their lips as the pair reach their climax in unison.
Wooyoung’s arm falls limply to the bed as his ears ring and darkness invades his vision.
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“Welcome back,” Wooyoung hears San whisper, placing a kiss behind his ear.
He comes to slowly, cuddling against San’s chest while fingertips trace light patterns into his spine.
“Did I die?” Wooyoung laughs, nuzzling his face into the cook of San neck. Feeling safe and warm.
“Almost,” he can hear the smile in San’s voice. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a bowl of pudding.”
“Does that mean I can eat you?” San says, tickling gently at his lover's waist.
“Good god, give a man a minute to recover!” Wooyoung grumbles, trying to squirm away from the tickles. “You’re dick almost unalived me!”
“I was just following directions,” San snorts but stops his attack, pulling the smaller back into his chest. “That was incredible, Wooyoung. Seriously.”
“Mhmm,” Wooyoung hums. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so compatible in bed with someone before.”
“Really?” San asks. “You’re not just saying that?”
“No way,” Wooyoung sighs happily. “My last boyfriend told me I was too much. Too needy. Too demanding… too wild. He told me that no man would ever like that.”
“What a jerk,” San whispers into the smaller’s hair. “His loss though. You’re none of those things to me. I liked it very much when you told me exactly what you wanted. Exactly how to please you best.”
“I could tell,” Wooyoung giggles. “Can… can I ask you about that?”
“Ask me about what?”
“How subby you seem to be,” Wooyoung teases playfully. “If I'd known about it, we would have had a conversation about limits, boundaries, safe words and what not.”
San laughs and hides his face deeper in Wooyoung’s hair. “You really want to know? The truth of it?”
“Of course!” Wooyoung gasps. “I freaking Amazoned you… and you seemed to like it! I definitely don’t want you to lie to me about where that came from!”
“Yeeaaahhhh, that was a new one for me,” the older laughs nervously. “I wasn’t sure what you were doing at first but you’re right. I did like it.”
“I’m glad. I could tell you were kind of freaked out when I first moved you,” Wooyoung says gently.
“I wasn’t mentally or physically prepared to bottom,” San admits. “But I trusted you. And it worked out just fine.”
The two giggle together for a moment before Wooyoung brings them back to the subject at hand. “So, do you want to tell me about it? It’s ok if you don’t.”
“Ah, right.” San begins. “My very first boyfriend and I were each other's firsts for everything. We didn’t know anything about our own likes, dislikes, turn on’s or anything… so we experimented a lot. We tried a lot of different things, switched, switched back, tried out different kinks, ect.”
“You switched? I seriously couldn’t picture Mr. Muscle’s over here as a bottom,” Wooyoung exclaims.
“First of all, enjoying bottoming has nothing to do with body size! And second, I haven’t always looked like this. He and I were actually both pretty twinky at the time,” San scolds playfully.
“No fucking way,” Wooyoung shouts. “There’s no way you were ever a twink.”
“Seriously!” San insists. “I used to be a skinny little thing! But I started working out and really liked feeling strong. So I kept at it and worked really hard to build myself up… and here we are now.”
“I’d have to see it to believe it. Pull up a picture right now,” Wooyoung demands. So San grabs his phone from his pants on the floor and pulls up an old picture from high school. Holding out his phone for Wooyoung to see, his eyes go wide at the sight of a skinny, light brown haired San with a pretty, equally skinny blonde boy with freckles. Both hugging plushies to their chests… looking every bit as adorable and twinky as they could be.
“Is that your ex?” Wooyoung squeals, jaw hitting the floor as he zooms in to check out both boys. “He’s so cute! You’re so freaking cute!”
“Yeah,” San smiles. “We’re still friends, kind of. He moved back to Australia a long time ago. But we’re not talking about him. We’re talking about me!”
“Honestly, San… if I had met you when you looked like this, I would have destroyed you. Absolutely wrecked. Ravaged!”
“Oh my god, you’re a monster!” San pretends to be appalled, snatching his phone back and tossing it to the floor. “Baby San was a sweet, naive boy! You would have broke him!”
“He would have liked it,” Wooyoung says with a shrug. “De-twink-ified San sure liked it!”
“You shush!” San snaps, flipping Wooyoung onto his back and covering his face with kisses.
The smaller man cackles, pretending to fight back but ultimately gives in and accepts each and every one of San’s sweet kisses to his face, jaw and ears.
“So anyway,” San finally says after one last kiss to the other’s lips. “I didn’t hate bottoming… but I learned that I get more pleasure out of being on top. I also learned that I get a lot of pleasure out of giving. I only ever really enjoyed receiving when I was in a particular type of mindset. I don’t know. Like only when I was feeling really floaty and willing to do anything to please him.”
“Subspace,” Wooyoung fills in.
“Is that what it’s called?”
“Sounds like subspace to me…”
“Hm,” San accepts the explanation, filing the term away to google on his own later. “So you would have wrecked baby San, huh?”
“My god,” Wooyoung groans. “Absolutely. He looks so sweet and innocent! I just want to corrupt him and make him cry!”
San can’t control the shock and laughter that rolls out of him in waves. “Oh really? You think you’d wreck him worse than I just wrecked you?!”
Wooyoung pushes San on his back and sits up, looking straight into his eyes and says, “No one could ever wreck another person worse than you just wrecked me.”
“You told me to blow your back out!” San scoffs. “I was just doing as I was told!”
“And like a good boy, you succeeded! Mission accomplished. You’re dick left me paralyzed.”
“Oh no! Should I call Seonghwa and tell him you can’t work anymore?”
“Oh my god, YES! Let’s call him right now and tell him how good your dick is!!” Wooyoung shouts, rolling off the bed to frantically search for his phone.
“No No NO!!” San panics, rushing after his wild sous chef to keep him from calling their CdC. “Look at that! You’re healed! It’s a miracle! No need to call the boss!”
Wrapping him up in a bear hug, San carries the naked, squirming Wooyoung back to bed without ever finding his phone.
“Ok, ok, fine. But only since I miraculously recovered,” Wooyoung concedes, a smile plastered across his face. “But you better brace yourself… because come Tuesday, I’m telling Chef and Yeosang everything!”