Wooyoung thought he could get a break from pretending to be San's boyfriend for a couple of days. That dinner with Jongcheol surely must have been enough, for now, right?
Right.
Yeah, no.
Because San sends a costly-looking black suit to Wooyoung's room with a note attached.
Wear this. Be downstairs at 8 pm.
That's it. No more information, no more details. Wooyoung groans. What is he getting himself into? Another dinner with a family member? Wooyoung has no clue, and he feels anxious as he prepares for whatever event they're attending. He washes his face, styles his hair, and puts on the ridiculously expensive suit that fits him like it was made just for him. Huh. How did San manage to buy a suit that seems to be tailored to fit him like a glove? Wooyoung frowns at the image he sees of himself in the mirror and spins around a couple of times. San did a great job picking out the suit - Wooyoung looks really handsome!
Well, Wooyoung knows he's good-looking. People told him plenty of times before that he's a pretty man. But tonight, he looks polished, handsome, and - sexy.
What will San think once he sees- Jesus, that doesn't even matter! San's opinion doesn't matter. Why is Wooyoung thinking like that? What the hell has gotten into him?
He shakes his head in confusion, irritated with himself, and continues to style his hair.
When he's ready to leave, Wooyoung feels his nerves running wild. He wishes he would know what to expect - another dinner with Jongcheol? An event? Where are they going? He cracks his knuckles several times and takes a steadying breath as he rides down the elevator and steps outside. He looks around a couple of times but can't find San's car, so he lights a cigarette. Taking a deep inhale, wondering when his life turned into this.
A minute later, San's car pulls up, and Wooyoung holds his breath when the door opens. Doesn't even know why he does it. San gets out, and for a moment, it's like he's a magnet, pulling everybody in his trance. San looks as elegant and posh as ever. He always looks polished. Tonight, he's wearing a dark green suit, an expensive watch, and designer shoes, but something about him tonight is –
Well.
Mesmerizing.
San always looks good. Wooyoung isn't blind. He knows that San is an attractive man. It's a fact, and Wooyoung's not afraid to admit someone else's beauty. However, it feels inappropriate to gawk at San and say San is attractive since he's his boss. They have maintained a strictly professional work relationship over the past three and a half years. Interacting as little as possible. No private conversations. And lots of fighting for dominance, making snarky remarks, and rolling their eyes at each other.
But Wooyoung can't deny that San's really handsome. And not just physically gorgeous - he's captivating. Wooyoung has never allowed himself to look and has never had the opportunity to look. He was too busy saving San's life, making coffee, or arguing with him.
But tonight, he's looking, and he's noticing. And that's actually pretty freaking bad.
Wooyoung bows and doesn't know what he's supposed to do. Get in the car? Wait for orders? Fuck, he feels unsure, and he hates it. Usually, Wooyoung's confident and proud, but something about San's captivating presence is intimidating. Or maybe it's the fact that Wooyoung's now San's boyfriend - fake, of course. But still.
"Good evening," San greets him, and he sounds oddly polite. Weird. It's so freaking weird between them. Wooyoung doesn't feel confident, and San seems unusually awkward and distant. Are they supposed to hug since they're surrounded by other bodyguards?
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"Get in the car," San orders.
Ah. Okay. This was the order Wooyoung needed. Now, he knows what to do. So, he gets into the backseat of the car and watches San slide into the seat next to him.
The car starts to drive, and Wooyoung feels the heavy atmosphere between them, he wants to say something, but he doesn't. He presses his lips together and stares out the window while San taps on his iPad. The soft sounds of fingers pressing against the display distract Wooyoung a little from his anxious thoughts.
"We're going to a jewelry auction tonight," San fills the tense silence. "I didn't want to take you with me, believe me. But my father forced me and said it was normal to take their partners there. So, we had no choice."
Wooyoung hums. He doesn't really know what to say. He signed a contract, didn't he? Wooyoung has to accompany San to events, expected it even. So, he stares out the window for the rest of the drive and feels awkward. It's not like they're friends and would talk about their days or something like that. So, they just keep silent.
They enter the event held in a vast, expensive-looking loft twenty minutes later. Wooyoung cringes when San places his hand on the lower part of Wooyoung's back. The touch is simple and innocent, and it makes sense for San to touch him there, but he already feels too hot, and all of this is already too intimate.
Wooyoung stares ahead and tries to focus on anything else but San's hand – the expensive chandelier, the people staring at San and Wooyoung, the live music, or the funky-looking bar. He realizes he needs a drink when he spots the bottles of gin and vodka. Could he- ? He's not working, technically. Right? Like, he's not on a mission with guns and weapons and such.
"Am I working right now?" Wooyoung mumbles as they walk past a group of people.
"Excuse me? Of course, you're working," San hisses back. "What did you think? That I was taking you out on a real date?"
Wooyoung grinds his jaw once he realizes his mistake. Of course, he's working. What else is he doing? He's not on a date with San. His boss. Jesus, Wooyoung, get a grip.
"I was just wondering if I could have a drink," Wooyoung replies, grinding his jaw, and his eyes flicker back to the bar.
"Maybe later," San tells him once they arrive at their table. They sit down, and San's eyes scan the hall. Wooyoung, out of instinct, does the same and notices five of their bodyguards in each corner of the loft.
"Why exactly are we here?" Wooyoung asks in a low voice. "I thought this was a normal auction. Why are so many of our men here?"
San exchanges a meaningful glance with Wooyoung and clears his throat. "There's one piece of jewelry that's very expensive. Many people have their eyes set on it, and I want to ensure the auction doesn't escalate."
"Hm," Wooyoung hums and checks the inside of his suit. Yes, his gun is still there. "I'm ready if anything happens."
The faintest smile hushes over San's face, but it's gone before Wooyoung can truly register it, and he nods. "I know. So am I."
The first half of the auction passes by like a blur. San and Wooyoung don't really talk. They sit and watch other people fight over different jewelry pieces and accessories, shouting their offers into the room.
Wooyoung feels eyes on him every once in a while, and he shuffles closer to San to brush his hand over his arm, press his arm against San's, or grab his wrist. He's here to play his part – and if he were San's boyfriend, he would reach out to him every now and then, right? He would touch him.
San seems uncomfortable whenever Wooyoung touches him, but he doesn't tell him to stop. He doesn't flinch, and he doesn't push him away, so Wooyoung takes that as an invitation to continue his little act. One time, San leans back and wraps his arm around Wooyoung's waist, casually holding him while he looks at the stage. Wooyoung gulps. Fuck, this position is quite - intimate. San's large hand is around his waist, and his body radiates so much heat that it makes Wooyoung dizzy.
