I thought I could be with Wooyoung as we used to til that moment. We had our ups and downs but we were happy, we fitted perfectly and I was sure we could keep it that way. Unfortunately the reality turned out to be completely different. Fights and quarrels became an integral part of our shared life. We never fought about important matters, not even about my wedding, our quarrels were always about meaningless things. I soon started to realize that it was because none of us were happy anymore. Luckily everytime we fought we were fast to make peace once again, most of the times it was Wooyoung to make the first move.

One day the sky was so bright and the weather so pleasant that we decided to have a walk around our neighbourhood. We passed in front of Hanyang University and we noticed a long line of people waiting outside of the main gate.

"What are they doing?" I asked curious. I was pretty sure that the exam session had ended weeks before. 

"They're probably waiting to enroll in TOEFL"

"Wow! Is there so much demand?"

He nodded, "The year I graduated I remeber an entire class of the biology section left to the USA"

"Would you like to go to the USA?" I asked.

"Nah" he raised his shoulders "I can't! My English sucks. I already struggle with Korean" he chuckled.

"You know, I've been there many times, architects are very well paied and there's lots of demand. You're great in what you do I'm sure it will be so easy for you. I know people: I can ask for a working visa for you"

He didn't answer. I started to understand all his reactions and behaviours after all that time and I knew that the silence meant he was pissed about something. The problem was that I couldn't understand why.

"Why don't you think about  it?" I pushed.

"Why are you going through all that trouble to send me away?" he stopped walking facing me "I don't wanna go anywhere. I don't give a fuck about the US, TOEFL and your shitty working visa! I like Seoul and I plan to stay put for so long!" he emphasized the last two words.

"I'm not trying to send you away. Stop being paranoid" I replied with the same tone.

Everytime our fights became more heated he used to start laughing and say something to cut off the tension. So that time too everything died the same way it started and we didn't talk about it.

We weren't talking anymore. Problems piled up while we tried our best to hurt each other. 

One day we had a huge fight, I was so furious that I was scared I would hurt him so I left to calm down. When I came back an old song was playing loud in the house. It wasn't the kind of music Wooyoung and I used to listen, but I could recognize the melody, so popular many years before.

I think I won't be able to live one more day without you
But somehow I will find a way to live with my feelings
You don't reply anything when I scream "I miss you"
I trusted it with this vain hope, but now it's useless
Is it about this person behind you?
Did he make you cry?
Darling, can you see me?
Did you completely forget?
I'm worried, I feel anxiety because I can't get what I want nor manage to talk with you
I spend long nights alone, trying to erase my feelings a thousand times

I started to go to the Scandinavian house less often, spending most of my nights at my old apartment with Lisa. Soon I came to know that Wooyoung also didn't spend all his nights there, Jongho told me that he probably had rented a flat somewhere near his working place. 

I had asked Lisa to marry me and she said yes, but we didn't plan a specific date nor we had started arranging anything. I unconsciously hoped to fix all my problems with Wooyoung before committing to it fully. 

One night I invited Wooyoung to have dinner togheter to one of his favourite restaurants. It wasn't an expensive one but it had a beautiful rooftop from which you could enjoy Seoul's skyline view. We were sipping a drink at the bar after a huge meal when I tried to enlighten the mood even more. 

A few days earlier I was at Mingi's when my friend introduced me to a man my same age: his name was Chris Bang, but everybody called him Bang Chan. His mother was Australian and his father was Korean, he had a huge businness in Sydney and Mingi thought he could be a good  catch for my company. We spent hours talking about anything but businnes: Chan was a very funny type. I was actually having fun and didn't want to spoil the mood with work talk. After a while Bang Chan introdueced his Aussie boyfriend, Felix, to us and that's when all the big plan came to my mind. I thought Chris and Felix could be very good friends for Wooyoung and I and, finally, someone we didn't have to hide from.

So when that night I asked Wooyoung to meet my friends I really didn't expect his reply:

"I don't want to meet your disgusting friends!"

He had changed his attitude towards me, but I was really shocked.

"Don't say that, I'm sure you will find them very... interesting!"

He looked at me with a puzzled look.

"They are like us" I whispered in his ear, "They like to play our same game" I smirked.

At the beginning he looked at me with an even more confused look, then his gaze moved behind my shoulder to the other side of the bar and his eyes filled with fear. 

"You had enough fun and now you're thinking of selling me to someone else, aren't you?" He yelled.

"What?" I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

I turned to were his eyes kept flashing and I felt my blood freeze in my veins. Hwanwoong was sitting at the bar and when our eyes met he raised his glass with a smirk to say hi. I turned back to Wooyoung, trying to catch his hands in mine but he jumped up with rivulsion on his face.

"We're going to see Hongjoong-hyung, right?" he mocked, but his lips were shaking.

He didn't give me time to answer and he started running to the stairs leading outside. I jumped up from my chair and ran after him after leaving probably to much cash on the counter. He went straight to the car, he opened the driver door and went aboard. I caught up with him and I grab his arm strongly from the open window.

"Stay away from me! Call a taxi!" he yelled, his eyes were full of tears.

"You can't drive like this, it's too risky!"

He didn't even bother replying, with a tug he freed his arm and started the engine.

"Wooyoung, I beg you! Please, stop! Do you want to kill yourself?" I cried trying to open the car door and grabbing at his body in anyway I could.

"Why do you care?" he screamed back to me "I prefer to die than being raped by your friends once again!" he pressed the accelerator.

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung! P-please!" I cried "You're right! I'm a disgusting beast. I'm sorry. I don't deserve you. I'm a monster. But please, please! Stop! You can't get yourself killed!" my voice was broked with sorrow, I was hanging to his shoulder spurred by desperation while the car was almost dragging me away.

He pushed aburptly on the break pedal. In the silence I heard his gasping breath. He took the steering wheel with both hands, his nuckles becoming white for the pressure, and he lowered his head on it. He started sobbing like I had never heard him before.

"It's a big misunderstanding, Woo" I gasped trying to control my crying "I-I didn't mean to... Aish! How could you even think something like that? I-I just wanted to introduce you t-two a couple of f-friends" I hiccuped trying to explain myself.

People had gathered all around and were looking at us with worry. Fortunately Wooyoung moved to the passenger seat and let me in the car.

I drove slowly to the Scandinavian house. He didn't talk for all the way. We entered the house in silence, I sat on the couch while he went upstairs. He was walking up the stairs when I called him.

"Woo" he stopped midway but he didn't face me "Do you want to sit with me for a second?" I asked with the sweetest tone of voice I could.

He hesitated but after a few seconds he walked back down and came to sit next to me keeping some distance between us. I moved closer and passed one arm around his shoulders. He didn't push me away but his body was stiff and he wasn't looking at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked a bit hesitant.

"I am" he nodded, his voice was cold.

"I don't know if this is the best time, but I wanted to talk about something" he stayed silent so I said again "I've completed all the legal precedures for the property of the house and the car. They're yours now. If you don't like the Scandinavian House you can sell it and keep the money. Same thing with the car"

He didn't say a word so I tried to say something more: "Drive safely please. Don't behave like you did today. It's too risky to drive in those conditions, you could get yourself killed. Really, I'm..."

He suddently stood up and faced me. His lips cracked in what looked like the cutest smile, but I could read disdain and indifference in it.

"Are you done ordering me around? You're really something, San. You think about every little detail when you want to break up with someone, don't you?"

And without giving me the time to answer he started walking to the stairs: "I'm having a shower and I'll go to sleep" he announced before leaving me alone in the living room.

When I finally decided to go upstairs, feeling too bad to leave, I found him in our bed reading a book. I walked closer to the bed and he raised his eyes on me, he looked calmer. I started undressing keeping the eye contact. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, his eyes following my fingers with a burning gaze. He closed the book and put it aside enjoying the show. When my shirt was fully unbuttoned I let it slide down my body, the silky material fell to my feet. Wooyoung eyes were piercing holes in my skin. He opened his mouth, his tongue brushed his lips as he palmed his growing erection through the fabric of his briefs.

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"Like what you see?" I teased undoing my belt.

"Mh-mh" he nodded still palming his shaft.

I pushed my pants and boxers down in one tug and I heard Wooyoung gasp. I walked closer to the bed keeping the eye contact. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my proudly standing cock. I climbed on the bed between his legs and I lowered myself to leave a wet kiss on his calf. He gasped again and I noticed his hand moving under his briefs looking for direct contact. He started stroking his erection slowly, soft moans and unsteady breaths leaving his mouth. 

I opened my mouth and tasted his skin more. I moved from his calf to his knee licking and sucking on his perfect skin. When my mouth reached his thigh I indulged there. 

"I fucking love your legs" I breathed on his skin admiring the goosebumps.

He moaned loudly when I bit his inner thigh, feeling my teeth sinking in his smooth skin. I started sucking with intention, brushing my tongue on the reddening skin once in a while to sooth the pain. When I was done a purple hickey was shining wet on his tanned skin. Wooyoung was still touching himself, his cock was so hard that I could see the tip wetting the fabric of his briefs with precum. I let my fingers move from his thigh to the hem of his boxers pulling it down slowly. His cock sprung up finally free. It was hard and angry red, spilling precum at every stroke Wooyoung gave it.

I moved away his hand bringing his fingers to my mouth to taste him. His eyes rolled back when my tongue rolled around his index. I removed his briefs completly throwing them on the floor next to my clothes and I bent down between his legs. He moaned when I licked a long stripe from his balls up to his shaft and back down. My tongue started playing with his hairless scrotum and I enjoyed every sound Wooyoung was making, music to my ears. When I moved my mouth back up to his lenght I used my hand to keep stimulating him where my lips and tongue couldn't reach. I kissed his tip, the bitter flavour of precum welcoming my tongue as I licked him all over. When I enveloped all his cock in my mouth sinking down as deep as I could he moaned loudly and I felt his hand on my head pushing me down and pulling at my hair to set a rhythm. I let him set the pace, enjoying his flavour invading my mouth. Spit and precum was covering his dick, flowing down and dirtying part of his legs too.

I used that slick to wetten my middle finger and I circled it around Wooyoung's rim as he arched his back hissing in pleasure. I took my chance to push it in as an even louder moan broke the silence.

"Nnngh - fuck!" he groaned when I pushed a second finger inside, curling them up to push on his favourite spot.

I knew his body so well that I didn't have to struggle anymore to do everything right. I knew all his sensitive spots, I knew when to slow down and when to fuck him up like a doll, I knew when to stop to edge him just right and I did it all. His body quivering under my touch and his mouth making the most lewed sounds.

"San-ah!" he panted as I slowed my movements once again, locking my eyes with his "I'm so - aaaahh"

His eyes rolled back as I pushed my fingers against his prostate abusing his hole as my tongue played with his frenulum. I knew he was close and I wanted to feel his cum sliding down my throat, I wanted him to use me, to be his. My free hand reached his as I put it back behind my head making him understand what I wanted.

"You'll be the death of me, San!" he gasped as he pushed my head down on his dick til my nose brushed against his pube.

He started moving my head at an animalistic pace making me gag, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I loved it. I loved it so much that I felt my cock twitch painfully at his every moan.

"C-cummin" he groaned after shoving me down one last time and keeping me there.

Hot fluid invaded my throat and made me gag but I didn't move, gulping down every drop of him. I didn't want to waist anything, I wanted him all. When I felt his fingers softening around my hair I moved up breathing in the so much needed air. I licked him clean making sure that not even a drop was left on his softening cock.

I sat back up and looked at Wooyoung. He was lying on the bed, sweat covering his skin making it shine like gold. He had one arm on top of his eyes and he was panting hard. When he felt my body move he removed his arm and looked at me, a smirk appeared on his face.

He pushed me down on the soft mattress and bent between my legs mirroring what I did to him just minutes before, but I stopped him.

"I won't last long, I want to be inside of you" I said pulling his body on top of mine.

"You have to pay extra for that"

The cold sentence was whispered in my ear. It was Wooyoung's voice, I could recognize his cute accent, but the words were too cruel to come from him. I moved him aside as I felt my stomach twitch with nausea when I saw his face: inexpressive and indifferent. His body felt suddenly cold and stiff between my hands, resting by my side as a foreign figure. 

That was the last strike of an unspoken war that left me in pieces, dead inside, sobbing without even realizing it.

A/N

Many of you "complained" about Wooyoung character for being too soft, too insecure, not enough strong. I made him like this intentionally. He bottled up so much shit in this relationship that it had to explode at some point. 

I think that anger ruins people, so it is not my intention to create a Woo-monster, insensitive and cruel, but I also think San deserved the "wake-up call".

I hope that those of you who asked for a stronger Woo enjoyed this chapter, but also know that it's really hard to behave in ways that don't belong to you, especially if strong feelings are involved.

I don't want to say more, cause I don't want to spoil!

I'll end this chapter screaming: WHY IS HALAZIA SO F*CKING GOOOOOOD?! 😱😭❤️ Can't stop listening to it! I'm addicted. 

Also: have you watched Wooyoung documentary already? Am I going to cry as much as I think I am?

Babies 🥺❤️ they have my heart!