Wooyoung looked to his side where san slept, everything happened so quickly—one moment he had freedom, the next he had none. Something was telling him that he could just leave, it's be easy—but the other part was telling him to remember how seonghwas face looked.

The boys nose almost looked crooked and you could barely see his eyes properly, wooyoung grimaced at the thought.

He could only imagine what san could do to him.

He moved slowly out of sans hold, only wanting to sleep in his own bed—no ill intention behind it. He lifted the boys arm off of his waist and slid out of the bed, sighing when he made it over to his own.

San looked so peaceful, almost cute—and that's what confused wooyoung. He always found him annoying, but he never thought of him as a bad person—only a roommate who was a nuisance.

Wooyoung froze when sans hands moved around, he rubbed the empty side of the bed with knitted eyebrows, eyes still closed. Wooyoung almost felt bad because of how childish he looked, but quickly snapped out of it.

San stopped moving and went fully back to sleep, deciding as he slept that the near by pillow was wooyoung.

The younger exhaled in relief and turned his back to the sleeping boy, what have i gotten myself into?

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"get up." a low voice spoke sternly. Wooyoung had almost forgotten about his situation, nearly slapping the shit out of san. He apologized and sat up from his bed.

"why did you leave my bed? did you go somewhere?"

Wooyoung shook his head quickly, making a small 'X', too scared to speak. "then why did you move?" san asked again.

Wooyoung gulped, averting his gaze.

"words."

"i-....i had to use the bathroom and forgot where i was sleeping originally" wooyoung lied, san nodded—seemingly believing him.

His once dark aura turned into a soft one, he held wooyoungs face in his hands, tilting his head. "i just want you to sleep with me" he spoke softly, gently caressing the boys face with his thumbs.

"okay..." wooyoung whispered back, trying his best to seem calm. Once san let him go to class he could just tell a teacher, or yunho in private—right?

San pulled wooyoung into a gentle hug, leaving kisses along his neck.

Wooyoung knew he found san attractive, he even formed a small crush on the boy—but this was not how he imagined it to be.

"w-what time is it don't we have class" wooyoung said, interrupting san so he'd stop kissing him. "no. today is saturday" san spoke simply.

San thought for a moment, looking wooyoung up and down. He nodded his head, approving his own thoughts, "we should go out today, like a first date"

Wooyoung only nodded, he couldn't exactly say no.

"i'll get you new clothes and.....maybe i'll reward you if you're good" he said, a wide smile on his face.

god it was beautiful, how can such a handsome face be given to such a horrible person? wooyoung truly didn't know.

"go shower" san sighed, walking away to his own bed. He picked up a cigarette and lit it, knowing that wooyoung was far too afraid to tell him to stop.

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"this.....this is a bdsm store" wooyoung spoke as they stood outside of the intimidating shop. The windows were painted black, the only way you could know it wasn't abandoned was the 'open' sign on the door.

"i'm aware."

San pulled wooyoungs arm into the store—making sure he stuck to his side like glue.

"why are we here?" wooyoung whispered, looking around at all of the couples who were seeming to love the collars in the corner of the shop.

"stop asking me questions" san spat lowly so only the boy next to him could hear. Wooyoung shut his mouth immediately—not willing to test sans limits.

Wooyoung eyed at a couple of skirts but averted his gaze soon after, he didn't want to please san—if the boy knew he had a small fascination with skirts, he'd probably make him wear them all the time.

But before they could fully pass by them, san grabbed not one—not two, but six.

He handed them to wooyoung and continued on, he almost made it seem like he was doing the boy a favor.

"do you want this?" san questioned, holding up a tiny shirt. Wooyoung squinted at the fabric, trying to make out what the words in the middle said. He gasped once his eyes adjusted—'daddy's slut'

He looked back up at san with raised eyebrows, san just kept a neutral expression—he waited for a response but got nothing, only a look of pure shock.

"fucking answer" he groaned.

Wooyoung tried his best to get the words out of his mouth but they just wouldn't come out. San huffed and shoved the shirt towards wooyoung, making him hold it along with the six skirts.

They looked around the store for a bit more, san ended up grabbing a few more small shirts and they were done. Wooyoung didn't dare to ask where san had gotten all the money from—he didn't want to know the answer one bit.

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A/n: i've rewritten this chapter so many times but it still doesn't seem right to me :/ i hope you enjoyed still, love you

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