Choi San '

San picked up his phone from the table. The screen lit up. Wooyoung.

He read the message without a change in expression.

“The date’s boring. Come get me.”

He didn’t smile. Didn’t sigh. Just tilted his head slightly and unlocked the screen. His fingers moved fast, without hesitation.

"Where are you, I'm coming."

As you send location, he slipped the phone into his pocket and grabbed his dark leather jacket. Not a second of doubt. This was never about feelings. It was about control — and San had never lost it.

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