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  1. Public Bookmark 81

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    “This will be your personal guard, or whatever you would like to call him.” Wooyoung’s face immediately twists into a frown…a guard? “His name is Choi San, he has worked as my driver for years now, on rotation with a few others. I’ve picked him out of the bunch to deal with your scandalmonger attitude, I’m sure he will be the perfect fit.”

    The man is easily over six feet, his black hair slicked back and sunglasses covering his eyes, so Wooyoung can’t see the expression on his face; but it’s probably the usual dead look every person that has had to spend more than an hour around his father carries. Poor guy. The rest of him is boring, wearing the usual attire of every single guard he’s seen; white shirt, suit and a long coat paired with chelsea boots. The only difference is that this San guy has leather gloves on his hands, and it’s very much obvious that he’s ripped under the excessive layers.

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    Wooyoung's father is tired of his troublemaking ways, so logically he hires the sexiest man to ever exist to placate him.

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    26 Nov 2023

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    Wooyoung and San are best friends, always have been, always will be. Years into their friendship, they came to the agreement that it's better to fuck around with each other than random people. The sex is great, the quality time is great, it's all great until it's not. Because what happens when lines are blurred and all the sudden, extra feelings bubble up in Wooyoung's chest?

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    20 Oct 2023

  3. Public Bookmark 74

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    “It’s that… mmfh… fucking tank top,” Wooyoung mumbled, grabbing the offending material in front of him and pulling at it only to watch it snap back. “It’s so fucking tight. Makes me think about your muscles, and how badly I want you to throw me around.”

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    A story in which San wears that damn black tank top one too many times, and Wooyoung stops pretending it doesn’t turn him on.

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    27 Sep 2023

  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    San takes a deep breath, tongue pressing into his cheek, fighting his smirk. “So how is hyung?”

    “He’s good.” Wooyoung takes a shaky breath. “He’s high emerald, so should be ranking up soon.”

    “That’s good. You make any plans to play together?”

    Wooyoung’s pink tongue pokes out over his lips. “Not yet. We’re both so busy.” He tips his head back, eyes glinting with challenge. “Are you jealous?”

    His confidence falters when San matches that challenge with a smirk of his own. “Do you think I’m jealous?”

    “Sometimes.”

    “Isn’t that your game, Wooyoungie?” Wooyoung shifts against his side, settling closer, arm looping around San’s waist, leg draping over his thigh. He rests his chin on top of Wooyoung’s head. “It’s why you tell the fans all about your little crush, isn’t it?” His fingertips trail down Wooyoung’s arm, goosebumps prickling in their wake. “You like when they think that hyung texts you late at night.”

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    27 Aug 2023

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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.

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