Woosangi
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“Hey,” San turns to him, fingers brushing a piece of hair behind Wooyoung’s ear, his palm resting against Wooyoung’s jaw. “Are you okay?”
Wooyoung leans into the touch, and he nods, a smile creeping up the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
He can’t help but laugh, because it’s crazy. Never in a million years would San think he’d be in an elevator, heading toward the top floor of a five-star hotel to have sex with his boyfriend in front of their favorite artist.
“You’re still sure, though, right? You still want to?”
“I do,” Wooyoung says with bright eyes. “You?”
San nods.
Wooyoung squeezes his wrist. He snorts, “Who would’ve guessed Song Mingi is such a freak?”Series
- Part 1 of Woosangi
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Mingi’s heart lurches. He looks toward the door, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. The thumbnail of the video is clear. His head might be cropped out, but San’s torso is ridiculously recognizable. Since their first hotel visit, they hadn’t discussed doing it again. Even though Mingi has spent many nights reliving the events of that evening, watching San turn Wooyoung into putty in his hands, with his fist around his cock, he hadn’t brought it up. He didn’t want to make things weird or awkward, make them feel like he only wanted them for one thing.
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- Part 2 of Woosangi
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San's last text, sent just to Mingi outside of their group chat, flashes in his head.
San: He'll be a brat. Don't let him lead too much
This is a performance—and Mingi is nothing if not a performer. He taps into that energy, the kind that sets his skin ablaze on stage, that sends confidence to every nerve ending in his body, and he raises a brow.
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- Part 3 of Woosangi