Fics like it takes one to know you're mine

Wooyoung’s been keyed up for weeks now, more insufferable than San thinks he’s been the last six years altogether, and San gets why, he does, but it doesn’t make it any less miserable to have to sit there and smell the entire fucking club on him. Worse when he has to see the red, blue, and violet lights bounce off that chain sitting around his neck, just a sliver of it visible under his vest. His engagement ring’s easier to hide like that. He wears it the same way when he leaves to see his fiancé, and he doesn’t make any effort to hide it or the marks on his neck when he goes to see him, so San figures they’ve talked about it. Figures his fiancé's fine with it. Doesn’t understand why or how he can be, but his job’s to keep knives and bullet holes out of Wooyoung, not stick his business into who the papers are going to be calling his alpha in a month, a week. A day.

Fics like it takes one to know you're mine

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