King. (WooSan Drabble)

!!TW: ual content ahead. Not exactly but mentions of it. It makes sense in context, I promise..

A/N: Part of me wants to make this into a full, somewhat chaptered(?) fic or maybe a roleplay of some sort but, anyway, I hope that you enjoy.

San is getting agitated. Very, very agitated. He's listening to the conversation happening at the table no less than a few arm lengths' away. He toys with the water bottle in his hands, trying to figure out whether to interject or just dismiss himself from the room altogether. 

Either way, his patience is wearing very thin right now.

They all work for an adult entertainment company. This specific wing is where most of those that participate in the gay videos tend to hang out. Most of the offices for their division are on this floor, from production offices to video sets and meeting rooms.

Wooyoung isn't exactly the new guy but he's still technically one of the new kids on the block. He's pretty active and has easily become one of the popular faces. He isn't sure when or how the current conversation became one discussing their coworkers, namely scene partners, but he's into it.

"So, you've never bottomed? Not once? Not even for a video?"

Wooyoung hesitates, only briefly, as he contemplates before he shakes his head, smiling widely and proudly, "Nope, not once, and I don't intend to."

"Oh? You're missing out."

"You also must not have had San as a partner either. He never bottoms and turns everyone else into one, even if it's just for him."

"I heard he only bottoms for his lover. It's kind of sad. I'm jealous. I bet he's a super pretty bottom, too."

Wooyoung scoffs, not interested in the idea of possible competition, "I can walk away from this if I have to bottom. I didn't sign up for that."

"Switches make more money here since they can do more videos."

"I'm not here for the money. I'm here for the fun of it. It's like a side job for me," Wooyoung clarifies with a shrug.

"That's right. You're a gay for pay, aren't you?"

"And so what if I am," Wooyoung snaps back before sipping from his can of cider.

"Well, once our 'top of the tops' here gets you, you won't look back. You might change your mind."

"Maybe even about hooking up and dating guys outside of here."

"Please, you expect me to believe that," Wooyoung scoffs again, unimpressed by the hype they're giving this San guy.

When the table quiets, he raises a brow, trying to figure out what's going on. He glances around the room and meets with a pair of sharp fox eyes that seem to be cutting through everyone at the table. When he gets up, it's like the air in the entire rooms shifts. Even people from across the room have stopped their conversations to watch whatever might unfold. As the guy walks closer to the table, everyone but Wooyoung has their head down, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"People like you disgust me," San says, looking Wooyoung in the eyes before his gaze traces the table, "Maybe check next time that the topic of your discussion isn't sitting within earshot of you. Getting in front of a camera isn't an excuse for lack of decency when you're not in front of it."

His tone and expression are ice cold as he leaves the room and it's as though the chill is circulating around the entire lounge as people begin murmuring and whispering amongst themselves. It's not really a secret just how much San is against anyone that joins the company under the whole "gay for pay" category. No one has bothered to ask why but it got around quickly once everyone began finding out he turned down working with anyone that wasn't actually into guys. To him, the thought of it just made him feel like he'd be nothing but a toy or a live action doll. Not to mention, he's not exactly what everyone assumes. Every partner he's had, he's caught them by surprise once they're in action. No direction is needed.

There's a reason he's at the top of the list, even without switching. He could probably buy out the company if he decided to become a switch.

"Do you feel that chill just kind of sitting on your spine?"

"Is that what that feeling is? The hairs on the back of my neck just feel like they've been singed and frozen solid at the same time."

"You guys are so dramatic," Wooyoung shakes his head, bluffing that he doesn't feel the same thing, even more so actually since San looked him in the eyes.

Disgust.

Wooyoung's pretty sure he's never been told that he disgusts someone, not to any extent. He's antsy, wanting to go chase after that guy, who he's now sure is the San his coworkers were talking about. Who was this guy to talk like that to them? Wooyoung hadn't said anything bad about him and everyone else at the table had done nothing but praise him. Just what kind of high horse was he on to think he was in the right to act like that and, even more so, embarrass Wooyoung by talking to him that way in front of everyone?

He tries sitting there for a moment longer but it doesn't work. He's much too irritated and embarrassed. His pride is hurt.

Wooyoung finishes the last of his soda, getting up and making it seem like he's just tossing away the can although he ends up walking out of the door in search of this character. He spots him coming out of the bathroom down the hall. Not wanting to be too obvious, he proceeds to speed walk down in the other’s direction, hoping to catch him before he poofs on him. San's already walking in the opposite direction, causing Wooyoung to pick up speed. When he finally catches up to him, he feels out of breath for some reason and so he grabs San by the arm to turn him around. Wooyoung isn't sure what expression he was expecting but the way San looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and disgust makes him even angrier.

"You've got some kind of nerve," Wooyoung spits out, his breath still uneven.

San quite literally peels Wooyoung's hand from his arm like it's a bug, brushing off his arm and fixing his shirt as he looks at Wooyoung again, "Says the one who touched me without permission."

Wooyoung stalls at the remark, not prepared for that return either.

"Since you don't need the job, maybe you should take your leave. People with money make hobbies out of the weirdest things, even what some people actually consider work."

"Don't you think you're overstepping a boundary? You don't even know me."

"Word travels quickly around here with the new guys. I probably know a lot more than you think I do."

"How do you even know it's right?"

"Some of it's obvious, like the designer clothes you always come in. You change for the shots and then change back into your stuff when you're done. You even drive a luxury car here all the time. It's parked outside where everyone can see," San tilts his head, shoving his hands in his pockets, "And unless you're a compulsive liar, most of what's gone around about you already is from your own mouth. Not to mention what I heard in the conversation you just had. I'm not just assuming things. It's what you're showing and saying."

Wooyoung gets the feeling San just told him off for existing in the same realm as him, let alone for breathing the same air. He doesn't like it.

He doesn't like it at all.

"I work hard just like everyone else."

"You expect me to believe you worked for your mom and dad's money? I'm sure you put on a show for them just like you do here."

Okay. That was even colder. Wooyoung can't deny that San's comments are digging at him in ways they shouldn't. He feels like San is just waiting for an opportunity to go for the throat.

"I work hard here like everyone else. You could do a scene with me and see!"

"Not if my life depended on it," San answers without hesitation. 

"You can still top!"

"Not if your life depended on it."

Oh. There's the jab to the throat. It hurts worse than Wooyoung expected.

"You're a jerk," Wooyoung snaps.

San is very clearly unfazed, turning and walking away, "Good. Maybe you'll leave then."

Wooyoung stares at the other's back, hurt, confused and fuming.