❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ Months have passed since San left behind everything he ever desired, determined to confront the demons that had him spiraling without reprieve. Cursed and bound by fate, it became increasingly difficult for him no...
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《 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝐒𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 》
The effort to disentangle myself from Wooyoung's tight embrace was a delicate operation, one that required patience and a gentle touch. His grip, firmer than usual, and the way his body sought comfort atop mine, spoke volumes of his need for closeness. Despite the challenge of moving without disturbing his peace, I couldn't help but cherish this display of affection. His clinginess, the slight brattiness that accompanied it, and the undeniable warmth of his presence were elements of our relationship that I wouldn't trade for the world, misunderstandings included.
Once free, I made my way downstairs, the soft morning light filtering through the windows, casting a serene glow over the house. Dressed in simple attire—a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, with my jacket in hand—I entered the kitchen to find everyone already gathered.
"Good morning to you, where are you going?" Hyunjin inquired, curiosity evident in his gaze as he looked me over. I couldn't help but smile at his directness, appreciating his interest even as I prepared to deflect.
"Well, it's a secret I can't say anything about, and I don't want to," I replied, my smile widening into a grin. His eyes narrowed slightly at my response, a playful squint that suggested he was both intrigued and slightly frustrated by my refusal to share.
Hyunjin's curiosity spiked when he noticed something new. "You're acting suspicious. Wait, what's that behind your ear?" he inquired, peering closer with interest.
With a gentle smile, I shared the news, "Matching tattoos with Wooyoung," a simple statement that carried a lot of meaning for both of us. It was a physical representation of our connection, a decision we made together.
Yeosang, drawn by the conversation, leaned in for a better look and smiled in response. His reaction, like Hyunjin's, was one of warmth and support.
Hyunjin's eyes widened slightly as he processed my revelation. "Matching tattoos? That's... actually really cool. What's the design?" His initial surprise morphed into genuine interest
"Moon and Star, he has the moon and I have the star," I elaborated briefly on the tattoo designs, their simplicity belying the depth of their significance to both Wooyoung and me. Ready to leave, I added, "Gotta go. I should be back within an hour; I have something to pick up." Hyunjin's smile was a mixture of curiosity and well wishes.
As I walked towards the door, the jingle of my car keys in hand, I stepped outside to find the driveway blanketed in snow. A smile involuntarily spread across my face at the sight—there was something about the snow that always felt magical.
Approaching my car, I unlocked it and slid inside, welcoming the shelter from the cold. The engine roared to life with a turn of the key, the sound reassuring in the quiet of the snow-covered morning. This surprise I had planned was significant, and the anticipation of Wooyoung's reaction brought a mix of excitement and nerves. I knew, or at least hoped, he would love it.
