woosan my beloved
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“I’m San,” San says, voice dropping in a force of habit, something that has latched onto him from years of living the same humdrum life and his lifelong acquaintance with introducing himself to people who truly didn't give a fuck about him or anything he did, introductions serving merely as a necessary evil.
The stranger looks at him for a brief moment before he tilts the disinfectant bottle into the ball of cotton, soaking it as he leans forward and presses it against San’s stitches. San grabs his wrist.
“I’m gonna need a name before you treat me, pretty boy,” San says, making sure that it doesn’t come off sounding like a request.
The stranger raises his head to meet his eyes, something like sadness pooling in his eyes, smudged black and purple distracting San for the umpteenth time this evening and whispers softly, “Wooyoung.”
It’s a pretty name for a pretty face, but San is presented with an even prettier smile, shy and curling at the edges of his mouth, lilac field for his hair and cherry blossom cheeks, as he repeats it under his breath.
Or, San is working in the task force as a mercenary for an intergalactic law enforcement authority, and Wooyoung's the anomaly he doesn't see coming.
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“This is Wooyoung, he’s my best friend.” San turns to Wooyoung, leaning in far closer than he would while sober and grabbing Wooyoung by the shoulders. They’re basically the same height so it’s oddly jarring to suddenly be so close, noses almost touching. “You know that, right?” San says seriously.
“Uh, yeah,” Wooyoung says. His tongue feels heavy, the words not quite slurred but not quite clear. The world has gone fuzzy around the edges, San’s face is the only thing in focus.
“My best friend. I love you so much, dude. Seriously. I love you, man. I love you.”
or: the college boys no-homo-bro-but-im-in-love-with-you au we all needed
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The sky turned red, the stars disappeared, and the world burned.
But Wooyoung survived—bratty, bitter, and just barely holding on.
San was built to keep him alive. To follow orders. To protect him, no matter what.
They don’t always understand each other. But across scavenged highways and broken cities, through hunger, danger, and loneliness—something tender takes root. Something fragile and warm.
A reason to keep going.
Featuring: bratty survivor Wooyoung & Loyal Android San
Even if nothing else is left standing, love still is. -
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This candidate is around San’s age, wearing a baggy hoodie, sweatpants and an incredibly impassive expression on his face. His hair is a little long, pulled up into a ponytail, a dark brown with bleached blonde undertones. He has pretty eyes and lips. San sort of hates him. He’s of a much smaller stature than San. Although he’s not much shorter, he’s lean and lithe in the way that San is broad and large. San’s pretty sure he can snap this guy’s spine in half.
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San gets assigned a bodyguard that he insists he doesn't need to help protect him against a feral demon that seems intent on hunting him down. His bodyguard is infuriating (and infuriatingly attractive) and San wants nothing to do with him, until he realizes he feels something softer beneath the hatred he holds towards Jung Wooyoung.
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time’s ticking, his parents are nagging, and wooyoung desperately needs a plus-one for his older brother’s destination wedding next month. for better or for worse, though, his best friend san is more than willing to play the role of his fake boyfriend.
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a story about finding it, losing sight of it, and, against all odds, returning to it: home.