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“I want a cottage right here.” San hangs onto Wooyoung’s words.
“But most importantly, I want a husband who will take care of me and let me take care of him.” Wooyoung yawns hard, so big he might swallow up San’s whole heart. He rolls onto his side, cheek pressed to San’s chest. “That’s my dream.”
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Bookmarked by bittsweetwoo
16 Feb 2026
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oh god i envy ther domestic fluff life.. my woosan... tysm lauren and callie... i love you <3
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“I think it’s great that we’ve been able to prove alphas and omegas can be just friends and nothing more,” Wooyoung says, cringing a little at his own words.
“Yeah,” San replies, tone flat, not looking up from his phone. “It’s great.”
or: abo woosan with tons of mutual pining and wooyoung unexpectedly going into heat in the middle of campus.
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“Choi San is turning down a challenge, I never thought I’d see the day!” Seonghwa snorted, tilting his head.
“It’s not that I just…it seems like a waste of my time and their money” San chuckled anxiously.
“It could be. Or it could all work out perfectly. Imagine how great that would be for your reputation, the guy who put the Jung Wooyoung in his place!” Seonghwa smirked.
There was no way that San was going to be able achieve such a feat, from his brief research alone he knew that nothing ever deterred Wooyoung, not even the threat of prison. But, the pay was excellent, and the fact that he would even agree to take on the task would make him look fantastic.
He’d dealt with people like this many a times, sure they had been far younger, but San figured they were one in the same. Dealing with a spoilt man child for a few weeks was absolutely nothing to him, and perhaps at the end of it all he could buy the new car he’d had his eye on.
His broad shoulders slumped in defeat as he clicked on the ‘reply’ button of the email.
“Here goes nothing!”
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Bookmarked by bittsweetwoo
21 Jan 2026
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ended the story with an absolute cinema!!!
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The night before Glastonbury, chaos breaks loose.
San writes a new song in a coked-up haze, Wooyoung tries to seduce and sabotage at the same time, and somehow the rest of the band gets dragged into the mess. Between drugs, jealousy, and a festival big enough to change their careers, Night Vice is just trying to keep it together long enough to make it to the stage — and maybe, if they’re lucky, make something real out of the wreckage.
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“I got you a job, just a small photoshoot, will only take a day but it pays really well” Yeosang whispered after several minutes of silence.
“You didn’t have to” Wooyoung sighed, “besides I don’t know if I can…”
“You know Paradigm? The agency I model for on the side sometimes? They just had to fire their old team for leaking concepts/ideas to other agencies, while they look for a new team they need a few people to take on all of their pre-planned shoots. I got you a slot on one of the days, I’d be there too as well” Yeosang smiled and dabbed at Wooyoung’s nose with a tissue.
“When?” Wooyoung asked.
“Next Friday, midday until about 5/6pm” Yeosang explained.
Wooyoung hummed, maybe he’d feel a bit better by then, but he doubted it.
“Just think about it” Yeosang encouraged.
Wooyoung just wanted to say no straight away, he wanted to flat out refuse but he needed the money, he needed to do something other than this. Plus Yeosang had gone out of his way to arrange all of this for him, and he was never one to say no to his best friend.
“I will” Wooyoung nodded.
What's the worst that could happen?
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Bookmarked by bittsweetwoo
08 Jan 2026
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Amazing! A sweet yet gut wrenching story ^3^
