San motioned for wooyoung to sit on his bed, it was monday now and the boy was supposed to be getting ready for class, but san had other ideas. "you remember what i said right? we're dating now, you can't hang out with anyone else. That would make you whore" he spoke softly, holding wooyoungs waist.

His tone was gentle but his words were laced in venom, his eyes held danger while his mouth was raised up in a smile. Wooyoung knew this was a warning,

"we're dating?....." he asked quietly, looking at the floor. San quirked his head side ways, he bent down so wooyoung had no choice but to look at him. "you didn't know? hm, you'll get punished for that" he sighed, letting go of the boys hips.

"but i—"

"get ready for class" he spoke, lighting a cigarette. Wooyoung truly hated the smell, he didn't like it anymore—it just bothered him now. but what could he do?

Wooyoung nodded silently and went to the bathroom.

.

Yunho waved enthusiastically as wooyoung walked down the hallway, he widened his eyes and lowered his head. Yunho continued walking towards the boy, not noticing how uncomfortable he looked.

"woo!!! let's walk to class together" he spoke with a smile, he placed his arm around wooyoungs shoulder—pulling him in close.

The boy panicked, flinching hard at the sudden contact. Yunho didn't seemed to notice and pulled him even closer, chattering about his morning.

Wooyoung looked around frantically, 'what if san sees?' he shook his head, it's not like the guy would see everything—right?

It seemed like yunho was feeling extra clingy today—he smiled and ruffled wooyoungs hair, realizing that the boy hadn't gotten a word in yet. "sorry woo, tell me about your morning" he spoke happily.

Wooyoung subtly removed yunhos arm, replacing his cautious look with a smile. "it's been good just....tired"

Yunho nodded and quieted down his voice—he just assumed that wooyoung didn't feel like talking today, and he respected that.

.

"want to get lunch together?" yunho asked as he and wooyoung walked down the sidewalk, arms hooked together. Wooyoung had totally forgotten about san, he was simply enjoying yunhos company.

"yeah let's go—"

"wooyoung" a voice interrupted from behind.

Wooyoung turned around with raised eyebrows—yunho doing the same.

He gulped, fear overtaking his expression. San stood behind them, a "sweet" smile present on his lips. "we said we were going to get lunch together, remember?"

yunho stared with knitted eyebrows, 'did he follow us?'

Wooyoung looked at yunho, then back san. He sighed and looked down, "right"

"oh well....see you later the woo" yunho spoke, he went in to give wooyoung a hug, which wooyoung accepted. It's not like he could just reject it, that would be weird.

San just watched, smile fading—a scary look in his eye.

"i'll be going, go eat~" wooyoung spoke in a sing-song voice, yunho nodded and walked away, giggling a bit.

He sighed and turned back around to face san, god his face looked like stone. Wooyoung knew he made a mistake, he averted his eyes, "so....where are we eating"

San scoffed, "you think i want to eat with you?"

Wooyoung stared back at the boy with knitted eyebrows, "well....yes?"

"you broke the rules, already. why did i even pick you anyway?" he spat, looking him up and down.

San said it as if wooyoung wanted to be with him, as if him choosing the boy to be his toy was an honor.

but, for some reason, the comment made wooyoung insecure. He didn't want san to think of him like that, worthless—no fun.

"i'm sorry..."

"you should be. I saw how you were all over yunho."

Wooyoung shook his head, "it's not like that"

He didn't even now why he was explaining himself to san, he really didn't. "let's go home" san said, taking wooyoungs hand in his own.

They walked in silence all the way up to the dorm. San held wooyoungs hand tightly as if he was going to run away—and if he wasn't so scared, he probably would.

San unlocked the door, letting wooyoung go in first. "try on the clothes i got you a few days ago" he spoke, taking off his shoes at the door.

"can i eat first? i'm really hungry"

Wooyoung stared up at san with hopeful eyes, he felt pathetic—how did he get to this point? begging a man for food? asking him if he could eat?

San stood silently for a moment before sighing, he looked at the younger straight in the eyes—not being  able to take the look he was giving him.

"yeah, let's eat"

Wooyoung stared with raised eyebrows, sans whole persona changed. He sighed and picked up his phone, calling a pizza place.

"uhhh yeah, one large pizza. Yes only cheese"

San knew that wooyoung didn't like toppings, he gave the smaller a quick smile before finishing the order. "it'll be here in about 30 minutes"

"alright..."

San sat down at the edge on his bed, legs spread wide. "now can you tell me why you were all over yunho?"

"we were just going to get lunch....i'm comfortable with him so—"

"but i told you not to touch anyone but me."

"right but yunho doesn't know that"

"then tell him, tell him i'm your boyfriend"

Wooyoung sighed, running his fingers through his long hair. "san.....he'd be so confused, how could you be my boyfriend all of a sudden?"

"i just am....so tell him"

Wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut, "fine...ok."

"good, now come here" san spoke, patting his lap. Wooyoung stared at him for a moment, looking at his eyes—then at his thighs. "now"

Wooyoung sat himself down on sans lap, looking down at the floor.

"why don't you ever look me in the eye?"

"i don't know."

San grabbed wooyoungs face with his free hand, squeezing the side of his cheeks tightly. "well look"

Wooyoungs face was forcefully turned towards sans, he winced as the grip only got tighter. San looked annoyed, he sighed before letting his gaze fall to the younger's lips.

It like he was under spell, because his eyes never left them.

"i love your lips you know"

"what?"

San left a kiss on wooyoungs mouth, surprising the boy. "i love your neck too"

He left a few kisses down the boys neck and jawline before continuing. "but your thighs....drive me fucking insane" san whispered, rubbing up and down wooyoungs clothed thigh.

"do they?"

"mhm"

Wooyoung felt some sort of power when san said that, sure—he was use to people praising him for his body, just not in the way san was. He somehow felt appreciated.

'no, i can't fall for this'

"can you do me a favor?" san asked, head nuzzled in wooyoungs neck. "yes"

"go put one of the those skirts on"

Wooyoung gulped but nodded, he stood up from san and walked over to his dresser—pulling out a black skirt. "get a shirt too"

He sighed, turning back around to grab a random crop shirt.

"i'll go put them on—"

"just change in here"

Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably, biting back the urge to whine. San noticed and sighed, "fine....just hurry up"

Wooyoung walked hurriedly into the bathroom and put the clothes on. He looked in the mirror, almost smiling at himself. The clothes were a bit tight but he'd always wanted something like this, so he didn't mind.

He walked out to san sitting in the same position, just on his phone this time. He looked up with raised eyebrows, the neutral facial expression turned into a smile.

San walked up to wooyoung, eyes going all over his dainty body. He rested his hands on the boys lower back and admired him freely—"wow"

He left a firm kiss on wooyoungs lips and neck. "you look good" he praised. Wooyoung looked down shyly, loving but hating the attention.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "answer it for me" san spoke, taking his hands off of wooyoung. Wooyoung's eyes widened, he looked down at himself then back up at san, "in this outfit?"

"yeah, go"

Wooyoung gulped and pulled down his skirt slightly. He pushed his long hair in front of his face, 'maybe i'll resemble a girl..'

He opened the door with his head down, "t-thank you" he spoke quietly, taking the pizza from the delivery man.

The delivery man swallowed hard, and wooyoung could hear it. "y-yeah uhm..."

Wooyoung raised his eyes slightly—wondering what the hold up was and where his receipt was at. "can i get my receipt please?"

"oh uhm...ha duh, here you go" the man stuttered out. He looked to be about in his thirties. Wooyoung bowed slightly and went to shut the door, but the man stopped him before he could.

"is t-this your boyfriends dorm?"

Wooyoung tilted his head to the side, "uhm...yes?"

"can i get your number baby?....you're very pretty"

Wooyoung gulped hard, maybe acting like a girl wasn't the best choice. He tucked some hair behind his ear, 'did my voice not give it away?'

"i'm a boy....actually"

"i don't mind"

"well i have—a boyfriend so...."

"is he here?"

"yes." a voice spoke from behind. San immediately regretted letting wooyoung answer the door, he could smell the old pervert from the kitchen.

The mans eyes widened, he apologized a couple of times before walking away quickly. San pulled wooyoung back inside by his waist, "let's eat"

They sat down at the small table and ate silently. Wooyoung missed the times where he could speak freely, do whatever—whenever. but now he was stuck here, not by chains, but almost by his own will.

He wanted to leave, to be free. But he's wanted this validation all his life, to be called pretty, beautiful—sexy. San did all of that, whether it's in an unhealthy way or not.

He looked up at the boy in front of him, admiring.

'would it be so bad....just to give in?'

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A/n: this is so late but i found a lot of things wrong with this chapter and wanted to fix itttt, sorry!! hope you enjoyed, love you

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