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Wooyoung had always wanted to be popular with his peers, maybe it was because of his home life that caused the beginnings of putting himself out there on the internet. Being the middle child between an older brother and a younger brother, never as good as his older brother and never as cute as his younger, he seemed to always be an after thought to his parents.
Wooyoung had just begun to make vlogs, barely knowing how to edit with anything that a YouTube video could teach him, before he got his first few acknowledgements of his efforts. Wooyoung remembers fondly the first people that ever took a chance on his content, growing a small rapport with them through responding to their comments.
djoong: do you think i could remix your cat’s meow? also great vid for only a few in!
cjho: I loved karaoke bit, I visit that place all the time!
puppyyu: You're so pretty and your laugh is so cute!
bbyong: NO WAAAY, i’m the tall barista with the pink hair !!! pls comeback, u were too funny we need to be friends
Wooyoung honestly felt that, without those humble beginnings, he wouldn’t be creating the content he always loved—silly goofy videos about his college life being a theater major that spiraled into a full time job in vlogs, reviews and makeup. Those few people were regulars on being supportive of his content; Wooyoung learned that ‘djoong’ was actually an up and coming DJ named Hongjoong, ‘cjho’ was actually a music major at the college a few cities over named Jongho and ‘bbyong’ was indeed the tall barista with the pink hair that worked at his favorite coffee shop named Mingi. However, ‘puppyyu’ remained anonymous.
Mysterious as a word to describe puppyyu was an understatement. The most Wooyoung had ever found, after some light digging, was that of a barely used Instagram with the same handle and the name “jyu”. The pictures were grainy and often hard to see, almost cryptid or ARG like, but puppyyu seemed human enough. There was nothing to indicate that puppyyu was anything but a fan of his sending supportive messages to his Instagram or on his YouTube videos. Most of what Wooyoung knew about the mysterious man was what he was told by puppyyu, which obviously was not a lot.
Bzzt!
Pulled out of his reminiscing of his beginnings does Wooyoung startle from the haphazardly placed phone on his desk vibrating. Wooyoung was supposed to be editing for the new collab that included his makeup sponsor, but he was already distracted so what was the harm in checking his messages at a time like this? Fingers snatch the discarded phone and tap the screen to view his notifications, when the screen lights up does Wooyoung see the messages from the very person he was thinking about.
puppyyu: Great video today Woo!
puppyyu: Had a really stressful day at work, so your video helped a lot :)
Wooyoung giggles to himself in his bedroom, tapping on the notification to bring up the Instagram chat. Wooyoung feels the thumping of his heart as he thinks of what to say, slightly embarrassed at how this mysterious mystery person makes him so.. Happy.
wommyoung: thnx yu! i appreciate it :) sorry to hear about your bad day, but glad to hear the video helped improve it!
puppyyu: Anything you do improves my day <3
Kicking his feet Wooyoung feels like he has motivation to finish editing this video, reacting to puppyyu’s message with a heart before turning it over to focus on his laptop. It was just a collab video with another influencer, San, who he happens to also have another date with tomorrow. Wooyoung's friend, Seonghwa, had set them up on a blind date months earlier. That blind date had turned into the start of a blossoming relationship between the two of them.
San was.. nice, definitely fitting into Wooyoung’s idea for a partner. San was sweet, charismatic and definitely had the physique to make anybody want to snatch him up as theirs. This collab was where the fans were going to find that Wooyoung and San were boyfriends, one of those 'my boyfriend does my makeup and we answer questions' type of videos.
Wooyoung sighs, fingers pausing on the keyboard, was he just leading San on? Surely not, but he had the feeling that his heart wasn’t truly into this relationship. That could also be his self-doubt coming into play, thinking that he doesn’t deserve something good and his brain is trying to shove San away before San got too close. Woo's fringe seems to impede the vision of the screen as Wooyoung refocuses on the laptop and shoves the offending hair to the side. Only tomorrow would tell how everyone would react, if he could even get the damn thing edited.
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Fingers scrubbing at his heavy eyelids does Wooyoung finish the editing, one final mouse click before letting out a deep sigh. Throwing the video into the uploader, with a specific time to be uploaded tomorrow, Wooyoung closes the laptop and groans. His thoughts seemingly nowhere and somewhere, hands reaching for the phone from the desk to move towards the comfort of his bed, Wooyoung lets the tension drain from the top down. Crawling under his blanket covers does the brunette flick through his notifications. A few emails that he could respond to when he wakes up in the morning, mentions on social media, and a couple of inconsequential DMs fill his notification bar. Nothing important, so Wooyoung decides to watch some YouTube videos to pass the time until he inevitably falls asleep.
Bzzt!
Groaning, swiping down his notification bar in the middle of his cooking video, does Wooyoung wish he had put on Do Not Disturb so he wouldn’t be bothered. A message from San on Instagram appears in the notification bar, odd as San would probably be asleep by now.
choimnt: Woo, weird question
choimnt: Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?
Wooyoung freezes, fingers typing and retyping a message of response. That was definitely a weird question, had he ever felt like that? Maybe a few times, in a large crowd of people or at the coffee shop he loves.. he never felt anything about it, good or bad. It just was.
wommyoung: maybe i guess? i don’t really notice it
choimnt: Just felt like something was off, but maybe I’m imagining things..
wommyoung: need me to come over scaredy cat? :p
choimnt: I wouldn’t say nooo..
wommyoung: omw then ;)
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The sunlight streams through curtains partly opened as Wooyoung’s eyes crack open at the offending daylight. Always hating waking up in the morning does he throw the blankets back over his head with a small groan, trying to burrow back into the warmth and safety. Next to him, San shifts under the sheets pulling Wooyoung flush to his chest with a small breathy sigh, “Mm, morning pretty.”
“Morning Sannie, sleep well?” comes the mumbled response, melting into San's embrace. San's fingers rubbing small circles into Wooyoung's hip before pressing gentle kisses along the brunette’s jaw, “Always, with you.”
Wooyoung stiffens a fraction, brain taking him to what puppyyu always messages him with, before relaxing back into San's embrace. Grumbling, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and barely being able to reach it, Wooyoung turns slightly to face San before pressing a small kiss to his lips.
Tapping the phone screen awake, the time reads 9:30 am, meaning that the video has been out for a good fifteen minutes. Enough time for people to watch, comment and post about it on socials. Wooyoung skims the reactions, San rubbing circles into his back as he watches Wooyoung scroll with a hum on his lips, “Anyone extremely parasocial not taking it well baby?”
Mostly positive messages of congratulations, maybe a few snarky insults about two men in a relationship, but nothing Wooyoung hasn't dealt with before. He sees Mingi and Jongho in their groupchat talking about how hot San is and even sees Hongjoong repost the video with a cute caption. When Wooyoung clicks into his messages with puppyyu.. nothing. It's unusual for puppyu not to message him about a video when it comes out, usually a quick ‘Oh I'm at work but I'll make sure to watch it on break!’ and Wooyoung's video schedule has never deviated. Feeling a pit in his stomach does Wooyoung shove the phone back on the nightstand like it scalded him, he feels guilt but doesn’t know why. “You okay, Woo? How can I help?”
Wooyoung can’t even verbalize to his boyfriend why he's so upset over not getting a message from one fan who has been constant for his career. He hates being self-aware, yearning to have another man message good or bad about your video, it could be framed as emotional cheating and maybe it probably is with how he feels about puppyyu. Wooyoung tries to justify it in his own fucked up brain that it's just friendly, all it is, puppyyu is just his fan and that Wooyoung is seeing things romantically that aren't truly there. “I'm fine, just um.. grumpy in the mornings.”
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Months go by for Wooyoung, dating San is easy and anyone's fantasy boy come true. San is romantic and never treats him any less than an equal. Wooyoung would be happy if it weren't for the persistent nagging feeling of things being off, eyes watching him when he's with San, and the absence of puppyyu.
Ever since that video dropped, it's been crickets, no message has been sent from puppyyu. Wooyoung was worried, sending a couple of ‘hope you're okay’ messages, but ultimately what could he do? He knew nothing about puppyyu, besides what was readily available on his sparse profile, there was no way to contact him otherwise.
Wooyoung's unhelpful brain supplies that maybe puppyyu is upset, jealous even, of San and that it was flirting instead of being friendly. Wooyoung chides and locks that thought away to not deal with it—to not give it more thought than just fleeting as he lets San kiss up his neck, fingers drifting towards Wooyoung's waistband as his knees hit the back of San's bed.
The night presses on, wrapped in the dim light of San's room, soft ‘ah ah ahs’ and grunts the only sounds besides the occasional slap of skin to skin. If at the end Wooyoung chokes out a moan of ‘puppy’ as he orgasms, wondering how those hands in those grainy pictures would feel instead on his body—San doesn't acknowledge it, still praises and takes care of Wooyoung like every other time they have sex, gentle and reverent. Wooyoung feels sick with guilt every time puppyyu worms into his fantasies, but that prickling sickening feeling of being perceived having sex with San at the end makes the poisoned bite of desire go down smoother.
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Wooyoung's sick guilt hits him full force on a random Friday, a year and a half dating San, and has him gasping over the edge of his bed in shame as tears stream from his eyes. Wooyoung is sick, he's leading San on and fantasizing about some random guy from the internet every time he and San have sex anymore. It's so idiotic, puppyyu has been gone for a year, but Wooyoung can’t stop the vivid or mundane fantasies about him.
Would puppyyu even live up to these fantasies? Puppyyu is just some guy on the internet that Wooyoung latched onto and that Wooyoung wants to throw everything stable with San away for. Some fucking guy on the internet with grainy pictures that doesn't help discern anything about him or what he looks like, with only the minuscule details given while messaging, Wooyoung is pathetic and miserable.
It takes three days of deliberation to finally tell San he wants to break up. They meet up at a small restaurant, San looks great, even dressed down from his usual attire into something more casual. Wooyoung has to look sloppy, dark circles under his eyes, rumpled hoodie and chapped lips. San, still the most caring person someone could as for, compliments him and says he looks cute. Everything San does in this relationship is with care and love, Wooyoung feels the shame and guilt compound into an acidic pit in his stomach as he breaks the news to San when they settle in for dinner, “I want to break up. I'm sorry.”
“I know, I hope we can still be friends.” San replies easily, his dimpled smile never leaving even though Wooyoung thinks he should be livid at him. Even when the pair finishes their meal the coordinating what becomes public, what stays private, what they need to return or pick up talks begin. Both semi-influential people online, with fans that grew attached to their pairing, it was only natural for the conversation to be had even breaking up on good terms.
San still picks up the bill even after Wooyoung's insistence that he at least pay for being the one to ask for a breakup, the guilt bubbles to the surface once more for Wooyoung when San refuses to let him pay San back for his portion. Wooyoung wasted a year and a half of San's life, but San is selfless, unlike Wooyoung who's selfishness claws at his throat when he goes to San's apartment to retrieve the meager possessions he left. When San comes by later that week for his own possessions and to finalize the announcement they would give to their fans, Wooyoung feels strangely alone once San leaves for the first time in the entire relationship. Threw it all away for a stupid stranger who may never comeback, it's like ice cold water was thrown on him, Wooyoung hates himself.
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The breakup announcement comes two weeks after breaking up with San, giving both the time to mentally prepare for the responses. The responses are mostly positive, with twinges of sadness that their favorite couple had parted ways as lovers, but mainly glad that the two ended on good terms and stayed friends. Letting his fans know that he was taking a week off and no new videos, Wooyoung feels hollow, the guilt and shame having eaten everything inside him.
He manages to just focus on replying to his friends, all of them wishing him well—minus Mingi asking if that means San is on the market, Wooyoung scoffs but affectionately tells Mingi he's free to do whatever he wants as he just wants the best for San even if it's dating a friend.
San even checks in on him which doesn't make Wooyoung feel terrible like he thought it would, it feels.. freeing, knowing that they could both move on and cheer for each other. Wooyoung falls asleep knowing that maybe this wasn't so bad, it wasn't the right relationship for either of them, even if Wooyoung still feels the lingering shame of being the cause.
Wooyoung probably sleeps for maybe a few hours, waking up at 2 am when his phone bzzts! on the nightstand next to his bed. A couple of blinks to try to clear the sleep haze, his brain not quite catching up to his eyes at the notification on his screen. Then it hits him full force, palms sweaty as a smile inches across his lip while nervously chewing on his cheek.
puppyyu: Hi!
puppyyu: Hope you're okay after the breakup..
puppyyu: Sorry for not messaging..
wommyoung: YU
wommyoung: I MISSED YOU
wommyoung: WHERE WERE YOU
puppyyu: Oh, haha, what are you doing up at this hour?
puppyyu: Sorry, my fault for messaging you so late, I just really needed to make sure you were okay..
wommyoung: omg it's okay!! thank you for checking in!! i'm doing okay, just wasn't right for the both of us :)
puppyyu: Hopefully you find the one eventually, they would be lucky to have someone as wonderful as you :)
puppyyu: I have to go, I'm meeting someone later today so I need to sleep. Get some sleep too!
wommyoung: of course, rest well!! talk to you sometime soon!
Wooyoung is hooked again by this mysterious fan, it should be mildly concerning how fast Wooyoung spirals. He once again goes through puppyyu's sparse photos on his account, blurry and grainy shots of a man that looks his age but maybe a few years older than him. Wooyoung reverse image searches the photos and comes up with nothing, he wants to know this man so desperately it cracks open something uglier within him.
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Wooyoung becomes obsessed in the days off from filming, combing through every interaction with puppyyu for clues about him. Wooyoung only gets pulled from his obsessive searching when a new photo is uploaded to puppyyu's instagram. It's a blurry and grainy picture, it seems to be his staple aesthetic or maybe he's just awful at taking pictures, of him and.. some blonde guy? Wooyoung feels bile start to rise in his throat, fuck. Of course puppyyu already has someone that isn't Wooyoung, this person albeit a bit fuzzy and grainy looks gorgeous—not at all what Wooyoung looks like. Wooyoung teeters the maw of jealously, looking at the dark black expanse with seemingly no bottom, and falls.
wommyoung: hi yu, just saw ur new picture? is that ur friend? just curious :0
wommyoung: srry if i'm not supposed to look, i just wanted to know more abt u, but if u dont want that srry for crossing a boundary
Wooyoung gnaws at his nails, teeth gnashing like a feral animal as he waits. He needs puppyyu to deny his fears, needs to know that he has no competition—competition, oh fuck, why is Wooyoung already possessive when he hardly even knows this guy beyond the friendly interactions.
puppyyu: Oh!
puppyyu: I didn't expect you would be looking, sorry I take bad photos compared to what you take..
Wooyoung wants to wail as puppyyu takes his time typing, the bubbles appearing and disappearing in front of Wooyoung's clammy palms. The waiting game is killing him, almost ready to whip his phone into the corner of his room to not think about it before a ping! breaks him out of his spiral.
puppyyu: You can totally look, haha, it's public for a reason silly!
puppyyu: That's my friend I hung out with a few days ago, he wanted advice on this guy he liked that he saw at the gym.
puppyyu: Not sure why he asked me, I've been single for a while..
The rush of air back to Wooyoung's lungs feels euphoric, like he was drowning but finally got pulled back up for air. Oh god, his chance and his moment, the delusional part of his brain screams at him that maybe everything he's been locking away was correct while the rational part of his brain tries in vain to center his maniac thought process.
wommyoung: omg yeah true
wommyoung: hope it works out for him :0
wommyoung: and :( u seem like a lovely guy!! i'm glad to have met u!
puppyyu: Thank you Woo :)
After that conversation, things feel.. strange. The air feels tense and the feeling of someone watching Wooyoung when he films videos or even when he's walking down the street to his favorite coffee shop starts up again. It's oddly not unwelcome to Wooyoung as he pulls up his chat with puppyyu, they've been consistently chatting again like they used to, it makes Wooyoung's head spin and something simmer low on his gut.
puppyyu: you look gorgeous today
Wooyoung rationalizes it as the pictures he posted this morning, his brand collab, but still makes the simmer in his gut ache that puppyyu looked at them and called him gorgeous. A part of him wants this weird sensation to be the feeling of puppyyu's eyes watching his every move when he goes about his day.
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Before Wooyoung knows it he's spent months chatting with this mysterious internet stranger, spring bled into summer and now the dregs of summer are turning into fall.
wommyoung: ttyl, have an outing with friends :)
puppyyu: which ones?
wommyoung: oh! mingi, seonghwa, jongho, hongjoong and san
puppyu: ah.
puppyyu: have fun.
Weird. Maybe puppyyu is just tired, he did say he had a long day earlier. It's when Wooyoung looks up from his phone to see his friends all arriving that he blinks at the new plus one. San is holding hands with a guy and he looks drop dead gorgeous, San mumbles something to him before tucking a strand of red hair behind the guy's ear. San beams at everyone introducing the guy, Yeosang, and Yeosang is met with a chorus of 'hellos' and 'how are yous'.
Frankly, it doesn't even make Wooyoung jealous. There is just a nagging feeling that Wooyoung knows Yeosang from somewhere, he just can't place it. Yeosang is polite, he greets everyone and entertains the poking questions about him and San, but he seems to give Wooyoung little glances every now and then that Wooyoung can't understand or decipher.
“I actually watched a lot of San's fitness content before I met him, it's very informative for workouts, I couldn't believe he went to my gym though. Then he asked me out on a nice date to the coffee shop across the street.” Yeosang muses, clutching onto San's bicep and flitting a glance at Wooyoung. It's honestly starting to piss Wooyoung off a bit, obviously Wooyoung is not jealous that San found a new boyfriend, he's honestly glad that San found someone new. A chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ erupt from his friends in the cute picture Yeosang painted of their meeting, San was always romantic that way.
Yeosang turns to Wooyoung later in the night, a pensive look of wonder on his face, as Wooyoung's phone bzzts! on the table. His eyes seem to narrow in as Woo picks up the phone quickly, a small smirk adorning his lips.
puppyyu: hope you're enjoying yourself woo :)
puppyyu: you look so pretty today
wommyoung: it's going okay :/
wommyoung: someone brought their new partner and it's kinda irritating me
wommyoung: would rather be at home in bed
“Who are you texting?” Wooyoung stiffens, turning to see Yeosang cocking his head much like a curious puppy would, though it seems more sinister. “Is it your boyfriend?”
“What? You have a boyfriend!?” The chorus of voices start and Wooyoung wishes the ground would swallow him whole. Fucking Yeosang, it must be because Wooyoung is San's ex and he's weirdly jealous. “Um.. no, uh, just texting my, uh, manager? I'm not seeing anyone right now..”
Yeosang seems displeased by this answer and feigns boredom, though his eyes are still locked on Wooyoung's own while playing with the table cloth fitting their restaurant table, “That's too bad, maybe I could set you up with someone? I know someone that's a fan?”
“Ahh, no need, I'm happy right now!” The chorus of his friends makes a little chant of ‘booo!’ before laughing and turning to a different conversation as Wooyoung's palms clam up, tapping on the conversation he was having once more. He chooses to ignore the twitch of Yeosang's lips and not decipher whatever meaning it could have in regards to San.
puppyyu: hope you can leave soon, you look uncomfortable :( is he making you uncomfortable?
Wooyoung supposes that these conversations could look to others like he was texting a boyfriend. His brain even supplies that maybe a date could be a logical step, but being himself means that self-doubt is his worst enemy in which Wooyoung is reading the signs all types of wrong. Though, he ponders that puppyyu must like him enough to check all his friend's stories of the outing for the signs that Wooyoung looks uncomfortable.
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Fall has started to taper into winter, Wooyoung hates winter. It chaps his lips, it’s unbearably cold, the snow blanketing everything and Wooyoung is relegated to the less fashionable pieces of his wardrobe for at least 3 months. At least puppyyu agrees with him, Wooyoung learned recently that his favorite season was summer because puppyyu grew up near the beach. Just thinking about it puts a smile on his face and his heart flutters, it's been almost daily communication and Wooyoung loves when puppyyu gives him a new tidbit as he's usually pretty private about himself.
Wooyoung huffs, adjusting his scarf and jacket, even having made sure that Mingi is working today before making his trek to his favorite coffee shop. He's brought his laptop along to work on things as he's supposed to finalize his merchandise in the coming week but has been putting it off everytime puppyyu messages him.
wommyoung: don't message me for like five hours >:(
puppyyu: ??
wommyoung: i have work to do and you distract meee >:(
puppyyu: you're so cute, good luck on your work
Wooyoung wants to squeal, his heart almost lurching into his throat. It's been more frequent, the occasional flirty comment, and Wooyoung knows he needs to just ask—try something out before someone snatches puppyyu from right under him. The nagging little voice in the back of his head reasons with him that maybe that's how puppyyu is with all his.. acquaintances? ..friends? Wooyoung assumes at this point they have to be friends, you don't just talk daily if you aren't. Whatever, he thinks that maybe he just needs to get to the coffee shop and work rather than try to piece his feelings together in his apartment complex lobby.
The walk is brisk and Wooyoung is glad to shoulder the door open and get hit with a rush of warmth, almost sighing in relief as he tugs the scarf against his neck more. The line isn't fairly long and before he knows it, Wooyoung is face to face with Mingi's own grinning one. “What brings you here today?”
“Work, I can't work at home, I get too distracted.” Wooyoung groans, fiddling with his laptop bag, “Can I just get a cafè mocha? God, make it a large one, I need it.”
Mingi laughs, fingers working the till with eased practice, “I would say I need one too, hectic morning rush today. Thankfully Hongjoong and I are going somewhere after my shift.” The last part comes out in a mock scandalized whisper, the taller male's cheeks a bit rosy and Wooyoung grins, faux zipping his lips.
Wooyoung floats around the front once he pays, waiting for Mingi to call out for his order as it would be rather inconvenient to settle down and then have to get right back up again. Mingi calls his name, handing him his mocha with a little wave and pointing to the little chick he drew on the cup with a proud grin, “That's Bbyongming, he'll definitely keep you productive.”
Wooyoung thinks Bbyongming is cute and the fact that Mingi would go out of his way to draw it for him makes Wooyoung smile. Relegating himself to a booth tucked in the corner next to a window does Wooyoung set up his base of operations. Papers, pens, laptop and drink all make a smorgasbord on the coffee shop's table, before Wooyoung can even make himself procrastinate this even more he turns the dastardly laptop on and gets to work.
Once he sets his mind to it, Wooyoung seemingly flies through his work and doesn't even realize the hours have passed until Mingi saunters over. He's out of his work apron and dawning a baseball cap, sliding into the opposite booth seat, “Mind if I wait for Hongjoong here?”
“No, go ahead Mangi, get off your feet for a bit.” Wooyoung giggles as Mingi groans in relief that his feet are no longer fully throbbing. Mingi scrolls his phone, occasionally showing Wooyoung a funny reel or meme while Woo slowly works through his remaining to dos. It's peaceful and comforting, Wooyoung finds he works so much better this way. When Hongjoong taps on the window with a huff, both of them startling from the comfortable atmosphere before breaking out into giggles, Mingi bids Wooyoung a farewell and heads out. Mingi's cheeks were rosy looking at Hongjoong with a dopey grin, which Wooyoung thinks to tease him about the next time he sees the taller.
Right as Wooyoung signs the last document, freeing him from the crunch period of work, does his phone bzzt! on the table. Stretching lazily, shoving the smorgasbord of a mess into his laptop bag, does Wooyoung grab his phone and the empty coffee cup to toss. Adjusting his scarf for the trek back home does Wooyoung tap to bring the phone screen on. Notifications from some emails, his manager's texts, his family groupchat asking if he's coming home for the holidays and puppyyu.
puppyyu: it's been exactly five hours, is it safe to message now..?
wommyoung: hmm, yeah, i just got done :P productive time well spent
puppyyu: good job again today
wommyoung: thnx yu! :3
Wooyoung's cheeks color at that, he would however deny it and say that it was just the cold wind on his face, as he almost skips to get back to his apartment complex to free himself from the winter chill. Once in the toasty apartment Wooyoung all but drops everything on the kitchen table with a huff, honestly thankful that he can afford to live on his own and not deal with significant annoyances. He still has slight goosebumps, but Wooyoung attributes it to the vague months long feeling of being watched no matter where he is.
Flopping down on his couch does Wooyoung feel a little restless, the itchy sensation of being watched intensifying as he squirms to get comfortable. Biting down on his lip to quiet a moan, as the shift of his jeans rubs deliciously against his cock, he wonders about touching himself. Wooyoung can't help but be utterly turned on, exhibitionist tendencies on full display, the darker kinks swirling in his mind and simmering in his gut. Pressing his nails into his palm does Wooyoung reach for his phone—fuck he's such a pervert that jerks off to the blurry and grainy pictures of puppyyu available to him.
Opening up puppyyu's account, ready to shove his hands down his pants, Wooyoung sees a new post. Same grainy pictures of the man, but this time it's a picture of him in front of the coffee shop that Wooyoung was just at.. with Wooyoung visible from the windows, typing away on his laptop. Wooyoung freezes, fingers hovering on the photo, a thrill runs up his spine as he lets out a small gasp. Surely, puppyyu did this for him. It's a sign that Wooyoung was hoping for, how could the man not notice Wooyoung in the window considering the lengths at which they messaged— the fact that puppyyu has seen all of Wooyoung's videos. This is puppyyu's statement, of course it was. He's right here, come get him. The pricking sensation of being watched for the last few months all makes sense, Wooyoung grins—he's sick, of course he would think being stalked was hot.
ping!
puppyyu: saw you liked my post
puppyyu: an accident?
puppyyu: ;)
Wooyoung's breath stills, not realizing his thumb had double tapped the picture on accident, or maybe subconsciously needing to let the other man know. The message bubbles appear, indicating that puppyyu is typing.. then they disappear only to reappear a few minutes later with a ping! following shortly after.
puppyyu: i'm sure it wasn't.
puppyyu: i know you want me, you've spent months trying to find out who i am.
puppyyu: should i come over?
Wooyoung's breath stutters into a yelp, ‘come over’, like puppyyu knows where he lives. Wooyoung supposes he probably does if month long pieces falling into place help. Another ping! sounds from his phone, snapping his gaze back downwards.
puppyyu: apt 1117, right?
puppyyu: if you want to see me, open the door.
Wooyoung drops his phone in shock, listening to it clatter loudly to the floor with a wince. His eyes move to his apartment door, seeing that it's locked giving him a slight sense of ease but the shiver that wracks his spine is delicious. Another ping! from the phone laying discarded on the floor, but Wooyoung is already moving towards the door, a low simmer in his gut already at the thought of puppyyu being at his door.
Turning the lock to unlock, before inching the door open, heart hammering in his chest as the adrenaline pumps through his system—fight or flight, but Wooyoung doesn't want either. The door seems to get pushed open by something outside, shoving its way in, and Wooyoung stand there like a deer in the headlights. A taller man makes his way into the apartment quickly, closing the door and locking it, while Wooyoung stands there staring at the real life and non-grainy puppyyu, “Took you long enough, my love.”
Wooyoung gawks, brain running a mile a minute as he stares up at the tall dark-haired male—fuck he's hotter in full dimension. Puppyyu let's Wooyoung stare for a few seconds, lips twitching into a cocky grin before he stalks towards Wooyoung, pressing him against the wall. Wooyoung's cock twitches in interest against the confines of his jeans and underwear as the man towers above him, “Cat got your tongue sweetheart? You never answered me back..” The man muses, fishing out his phone from his jean back pocket and showing the message to Wooyoung.
puppyyu: i know you used to moan puppy when you had sex with san, it's cute.
Wooyoung's pupils dilate, breath coming out in a gasp as the man presses fingers into his hips, throwing his phone somewhere on the floor as he closes the gap of space between the two, “It's Yunho, by the way, you'll be moaning it quite a lot tonight if the straining in your jeans is anything to go by.”
Wooyoung's resolve crumbles, hands coming up to clutch Yunho’s shirt as he crashes his lips into the taller male's own with a reedy noise of need. Yunho swallows it as his tongue pushes past Wooyoung's lips and into his mouth, hot and wet with Wooyoung's own tongue fighting for dominance. Wooyoung doesn't even realize he's humping Yunho's thigh until the taller pulls away with a chuckle as he looks at the wet spot on the front of Wooyoung's pants, “Looks like someone is as sick of a fuck as I am, did me stalking you get you that hot and heavy sweetheart?”
Wooyoung whines in response, hands trying to pull Yunho down to his lips again, “Please, Yunho, need you so bad.”
Yunho tuts, pulling away from Wooyoung to instead move him towards the couch, “Want you to strip for me pretty thing, want to see that cute little cock up close than through the window.”
Wooyoung's fingers seem to work fast, dropping the pesky articles of clothing to the floor while Yunho has seemed to shed his pants. Wooyoung turns towards the taller to see Yunho already sitting on the couch, cock long and hard, while his big hand pats his thighs. “Come sit pretty, you look so gorgeous today, all naked for me.”
Wooyoung tentatively sits, Yunho's cock rubbing against his ass, before the taller tuts and scoots Wooyoung against his chest. Big hands part Wooyoung's legs to nestle his cock in between the plush thighs, “So cute, it was made for you wasn't it Woo? Made for each other, weren't we?”
Wooyoung nods, feeling light headed as he feels the heat of Yunho’s cock seeping into his thighs. The taller tilts Wooyoung's face up, fingers cupping the shorter male's cheeks as a brief look of worry crosses his handsome features, “Traffic system, good?” Wooyoung lets out an affirmative hum and nod, cheeks flushed red as his cock jumps interest.
Yunho's fingers seem to disappear into his jeans draped across the arm of the couch as his other arm wraps around Wooyoung’s waist, making it impossible for Wooyoung to squirm free as Yunho produces a switchblade from the pocket. Flicking the switchblade open, Wooyoung’s blood runs ice cold in anticipation as Yunho gently taps the cool metal to Wooyoung's thigh. “Be a good boy okay? Just need to mark you up, let everyone see you belong to me.”
Wooyoung goes ram rod still, breath stuttering in his chest as his wide eyes stare up at Yunho. Neither move before Wooyoung squeaks out, “Holy fuck, really green.”
Yunho hums delightedly, other arm tightening on Wooyoung as he idly traces light patterns on the shorter's thigh with the tip of the blade, “Sannie didn't seem to realize that either, that you belonged to me. He told my friend that you both could maybe get back together, how silly of him sweetheart. I had to intervene a little bit, good thing for him that my friend liked him just like I liked you. It would've been a shame if something happened.”
Friend. Wooyoung's brain jumps to the picture on Yunho's profile, the blonde, and the little tidbits Yunho threw in while messaging him. His friend likes the gym, liked a guy at the gym, needed advice to make a move. Then it clicks. Yeosang. Everything Yeosang said at dinner and the looks, it started to make sense as a gasp slips his lips. “Mm, connected the dots? I always knew you were smart when the pieces were all there waiting to be strung together.”
Wooyoung doesn't even fight it, in fact he melts into Yunho's warmth as a heady haze clouds his head. Maybe he was a sick fuck like Yunho said, he just wants Yunho to take him apart and make Wooyoung Yunho's so completely that its hard to see where Wooyoung ends and Yunho begins. A small gasp is punched out of him when the sharp point of the knife comes in contact with his skin and presses deep enough to cut, blood beading at the injury while his thighs push together on Yunho's cock, his own cock twitches in interest leaking precum. Yunho inhales sharply at the friction, hands shaking slightly as he presses his face into Wooyoung's neck, “Fuck baby, feel so tight against my cock, make such cute little noises as I cut you.”
The pair sit in almost a daze, Yunho pressing and cutting lightly into Wooyoung's thigh, watching as blood beads from his injury and Wooyoung's plush thighs create friction for Yunho's hard leaking cock. Suddenly Yunho drops the switchblade onto the table, clattering startling Wooyoung out of his daze. Instead Yunho opts to part Wooyoung’s thighs, dragging his fingers along the beading injuries to gather the blood. Yunho takes a small kitten lick to the blood staining his fingers and groans at the taste, slipping the finger past Wooyoung's lips to taste as well. The shorter male mewls at the iron tang and pants, cock twitching more as precum leaks significantly from his tip.
Yunho begins to rub the blood along his fingers before starting to circle Wooyoung's rim with a pointer finger, slowly pushing his finger into the tight hole until it sinks all the way to his knuckles. Wooyoung's moan is almost pornographic, trying to grab Yunho's wrist as tears well in his eyes at the slight sting of being pushed into. Yunho shushes him, kissing along his neck, as he pushes the digit in and out of Wooyoung slowly as the smaller writhes in slight discomfort—but also pleasure.
As soon as Wooyoung grows accustomed to one finger, Yunho is digging into his jean pocket, producing a measly small bottle of lube. Dripping a small dollop onto his bloodstained fingers,Yunho adds a second finger to better scissor Wooyoung open. The two fingers push and pull, stretching the smaller's hole as Wooyoung whines. Wooyoung throws his head back at a particularly good movement of Yunho's fingers, mouthing at Yunho's skin, as the taller adds a third finger, stuffing him full. Yunho curls his fingers into the spot that has Wooyoung seeing stars, the smaller male's cock shooting ropes of cum onto his abdomen as he keens from his orgasm. Yunho doesn't stop though, fingers coating themselves in blood from Wooyoung's thighs, while also scooping up the globs of cum from Wooyoung's stomach. Spreading the bloody-cum-lube mess onto his throbbing cock, all the while maneuvering a boneless Wooyoung's hole to line up with his cock. Once properly situated does Yunho start to sink the tip into Wooyoung's stretched hole slowly.
A whine is punched deep out of Wooyoung's lungs, the prep was still not quite enough compared to Yunho's length. Inch by inch causes Wooyoung to be held firmly to Yunho's chest, the taller cooing into Wooyoung's ear, “God.. look at you, sucking me in even if it’s a tight fit. You were made to be mine, weren't you sweetheart? Been thinking about stuffing you full of my cock since you started responding to my comments, you drive me crazy.”
Once Wooyoung is flush against the base of Yunho's cock does Yunho let out a moan, pushing against the bulge in Wooyoung's stomach from his cock being fully situated inside. “Look honey, my cock makes such a cute bump in your stomach.” Tears stream down Wooyoung's face at the stretch and the sting of his cut thighs, pressing his fingers to the outline of Yunho's cock in his guts. Yunho's mouth finds Wooyoung's neck, teeth and tongue sucking bruises of possession into Wooyoung's skin as he gasps out a slurred, “Ghhreen.”
As Wooyoung starts to rock his hips back and forth on Yunho's cock, that's Yunho's cue to move, bouncing Wooyoung on his lap—like a doll made for his cock. Wooyoung is whimpering at the fullness while Yunho's cock rubs against the inside of his sensitive walls. The sound of skin hitting skin is sharp and loud, the moans from both men pitching in volume as the pace picks up almost brutally.
Yunho flips Wooyoung onto his hands and knees, face pushed into the couch as Yunho almost animalistically pounds into his hole, Wooyoung drooling and rasping out little cries of pleasure as Yunho thoroughly uses him. Wooyoung's cock is leaking onto the couch in a puddle as Yunho jerks him off to the speed of his thrusts. Little animalistic growls rip through Yunho as he cums inside Wooyoung's heat, draping himself over Wooyoung's back and biting a bruise into his collarbone, another mark. Wooyoung keens as his second orgasm rips through him and paints white ropes on the couch cushion beneath him, shaking in overstimulation. Collapsing onto the cushion with Yunho's weight on his back does Wooyoung feel like a cat, preening after a good fuck by the man obssessed with him like Wooyoung’s been obsessed with Yunho.
After catching his breath for a few minutes Yunho slowly pulls out Wooyoung, twitching and moaning as the overstimulation borders on painful. Yunho watches in interest as his cum trickles out of Wooyoung’s hole and down the inside of his thighs, gathering some leaking out before pushing it back inside with a reverent sigh. The taller male feels pride in being the one to thoroughly fuck Wooyoung, preening at being a better fuck than San who could only barely make Wooyoung cum once.
Yunho gathers himself as Wooyoung lays there dazed, still in the haze of post orgasm as Yunho quietly gathers the materials from Wooyoung's bathroom that he knows to be there to clean both him and Wooyoung up. The taller winces at the couch cushion being stained with cum and dried blood, not wanting Wooyoung to be laying in it. Yunho moves the smaller male to the other side of the couch where a blanket is covering the cushions, dabbing at the stained cushion to remove as much as he can, but it feels largely futile. Turning his attention towards Wooyoung his actions become gentle and loving, dabbing one wet cloth at the quickly drying cum and another on the cuts to his thighs as the smaller male twitches. After rummaging around in the found first aid kit, Yunho puts a bit of ointment on before wrapping gauze around Wooyoung’s thighs—the cuts being shallow should heal quicker, Yunho thinks. At the jostling and pampering, Wooyoung stirs a bit from his post orgasm haze and his fingers grip Yunho's wrist softly as he slurs out, “luhv yuu.”
Yunho's heart skips, fingers combing through Wooyoung's hair as the smaller hums sleepily almost like a cat purring. When Wooyoung drifts off again, Yunho tosses the trash from the first add kit into the bin and the stained rags into the laundry. Yunho makes sure to click his switchblade closed, Wooyoung's drying blood still on the blade, as he stuff it back into his jean pockets. Yunho gently picks up Wooyoung, the smaller male nuzzling into Yunho's skin seeking warmth, slowly taking Wooyoung to his bedroom to tuck under his soft covers. Wooyoung sleepily grabs Yunho's wrist again as Yunho moves to leave, mumbling, “Mm stay, sleep.”
Yunho is a weak man, he'd do anything for Wooyoung if the smaller male asked, so he doesn't protest and simply scoots under the covers as Wooyoung asks. Wooyoung latches on, pressing his face into Yunho's chest while drifting off to sleep. Yunho lies awake for a time, watching his little superstar sleep before being pulled under himself as he tangles their legs together.
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Winter turns into spring, the cherry blossoms have just started to bloom when Yunho is first introduced to Wooyoung's friends. Wooyoung fondly scoffs at his boyfriend's insistent pestering if his outfit is presentable to meet the friends as Yunho tugs at his new shirt in the mirror with a frown, "You look great, Yunho, trust me."
“So.. how did you two meet?” Mingi questions, pointing from Wooyoung to Yunho and raising an eyebrow. To say his friends were shocked to see Wooyoung stumble into the restaurant with a six foot puppy boy rivaling Mingi in tow was an understatement. The current grilling however was not expected, Wooyoung and Yunho hadn't even begun to rehearse a coherent white lie together.
“Oh! Yeosang is my best friend, we live together. I was a long time fan of Woo's. When San and Yeosang started dating, Yeosang introduced me to Woo a bit later.. Well, the rest is history.” Yunho smiles, no indication of the white lie being what it was.
Yeosang arches his brow across the table at his roommate but pointedly decides against saying anything, lest Yunho turns it back on him. Yeosang instead leans into San's embrace as San makes small talk with the group about Yunho's addition, slyly shooting Wooyoung a knowing smile. Wooyoung scoffs quietly, but his lips twitch upwards into a secretive smile back. Maybe Yeosang wasn’t that bad.
“What are your intentions with our little baby?!” Jongho faux gasps after a while, finger pointing at Yunho before he breaks into giggles. Seonghwa shoves him gently with an elbow, “Jjong, stop teasing, Woo is almost as red as his hair..”
“Well, I'd love to maybe put a ring on his finger, but I think it's much too early for that talk.” Yunho ponders, tapping at his chin before giggling himself. Wooyoung glares in embarrassment at Jongho, wanting to leap across the table and shake him until his brain rattles out. However, Wooyoung is stopped by Hongjoong's hand holding him back by his shirt preventing him from doing so.
“No more questions, please!” Wooyoung groans, pressing his face into Yunho's shoulder. Yunho chuckles and ruffles Wooyoung's hair before placing a kiss smittenly on the crown of the smaller's head. This causes a chorus of gags and groans from the group, but Wooyoung could not care less.
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Since becoming official, puppyyu has pretty much laid forgotten to the pair. Wooyoung had taught Yunho better ways to take pictures so they don't come out grainy and distorted, while Yunho had made a new instagram—proclaiming he wants a fresh start to post him, Wooyoung and his gaming since Wooyoung's fans would be perceiving him as Wooyoung's partner.
Puppyyu just becomes an archive for the two, privated so that the two can reminisce, it's a constant and never changing memory capsule that spans multiple years.
puppyyu: hey
puppyyu: your window is open
puppyyu: would be precarious if someone strange came through
wommyoung: ?!
wommyoung: who the hell are you
“Oops, too late, a creep got through kitten.” A voice breathes into Wooyoung's neck, fingers sneaking under Wooyoung's hoodie as Wooyoung goes stick still in shock. One hand pushes upwards to play with one of Wooyoung's nipples, while the other finds it's way down into Wooyoung's underwear to stroke Wooyoung's interested twitching cock. “Should've listened, now you have no where to run”
“Don't hurt me, please.. I'll do whatever..” Wooyoung whispers, arching into Yunho's touch with a choked whimper as his cock starts to leak.
Puppyyu also tends to lend itself to both of their more twisted fantasies when not an archive.