Based on a Twitter Poll
Wooyoung wakes up with a trill, stretching his long, lean body against the sheets, before he freezes. Everything’s too quiet and he’s too alone. He shouldn’t have slept this long. The sunlight shouldn’t be this dim.
His breath turns shallow. He does his best to listen, stops breathing. He pushes himself up on an elbow and rotates his head so, so slow.
His eyes land on the armchair and he gasps.
“I caught you.”
San is gifted a companion who’s more courtesan than advisor.
- Part 1 of Based on a Twitter Poll
“Sorry about that, we get some wild late-night orders and chef’s busy restocking the heavy-ass coke syrup-”
The owner of the voice stopped cold when he laid eyes on San, his lips still parted around the next word, body halted mid-motion walking out from behind the kitchen curtain. He gave San a hard once over, eyes lingering on the gun laid on the countertop like one would lay a cellphone or their car keys. His mouth snapped shut. Then he crossed his arms and widened his stance.
San’s nostrils flared, breathing him in.
Wooyoung owns a hole-in-the-wall diner. After a long night of work, San just wants a bite.
- Part 2 of Based on a Twitter Poll
For one, brief moment, the alpha looks up. His gaze flickers to catch on Wooyoung’s diamond choker through the mirror.
Then it's gone and he’s smiling at the stilettos like he never looked away.
It’s then that Wooyoung realizes he’s been the target all along.
Wooyoung is a kept omega, a sugar baby who rakes in jewelry but not enough action. San is an alpha with his own definition of moral obligation.
- Part 3 of Based on a Twitter Poll