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When Wooyoung answers the door, his eyes are assaulted by a huge, vibrant monstrosity of bright colors and sprawling leaves and loose ribbons.
He blinks a couple of times before recognizing the shape through his bleary eyes as a bouquet of flowers, and a stranger holding them. The flowers obscure the man's whole torso, so all Wooyoung can see is his face—dark hair and sickly sweet eyes and frankly adorable dimples. The shock and confusion of being met with a stranger at his door is made worse by the fact that the stranger looks incredibly attractive, and he looks like, well… this.
“Hi,” the man says gently. “I have a delivery for, um, Jung Wooyoung?”
or; Wooyoung's cheating ex sends him flower arrangements every day to apologize. San is the hottie who delivers them.
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“At least I didn’t spill my heart to a complete stranger, who I kept bound in a room,” San snorted.
Wooyoung shrugged. “You know my name, I know yours, and we shared a meal. Well. I tried to share it, anyway. We’re not strangers anymore.”
“Sure, we’re almost best friends,” San rolled his eyes. “Chatting on your floor. Oh, by the way I think the splinters have already built a home in my ass. And you're pretending we both don’t know there’s still an order with my name on it to deliver your head on a silver platter.”
Wooyoung stood up slowly, brushing off his knees.
“If you were truly convinced that was the right thing to do, you’d already be out looking for that platter.”
or: San’s a skilled monster slayer, traveling the world alone, never staying anywhere longer than it takes to finish a hunt. He's hired to kill Wooyoung, who is said to be a vile witch responsible for cursing a village. A task meant to be swift and simple falters when San learns the truth about Wooyoung.
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- Part 1 of Lavender and Steel
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Choi San, a werewolf, has been captured by his enemy Jung Wooyoung, a vampire. Despite months of circling each other they've never officially met. Wooyoung has a fascination that goes against instinct, and while in his presence, San finds himself feeling the same way.
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“Guess we’d never know unless we tried, right?”
Wooyoung’s eyes narrow. “That sounds an awful lot like a proposition.”
“San.” The man says in response.
“What?”
The man’s eyes crinkle. “San, my name. Yours?”
“Wooyoung.”
The man nods. “Nice to meet you.”
Wooyoung scoffs a laugh, “You too?”
The man takes a step forward, flooding Wooyoung’s senses with a husky smell of fabric softener and sweat, he wants to climb this man like a tree.
“There, now we know each other.”
Wooyoung stares at him for a second, incredulous, and then when the man speaks once more, Wooyoung accepts his fate.
“Your call.”
Wooyoung rolls his eyes in defeat. Yeah. He’s fucking this man.
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Cowboy San spills his drink on Wooyoung, which naturally ends in Wooyoung riding him to his hearts content. Funny how that works!
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In a universe where soulmates exist, San became a nose for the perfume industry to find his fated partner by their scent.
Wooyoung, his upstairs neighbor, parties a lot, fucks a lot and doesn’t believe in soulmates.