San did exactly what he said he would do. He would wait for Wooyoung to fall asleep before he would pull from his person, getting out of the bed. He made sure his footsteps were light as he was leaving, getting to the bathroom to get him a washcloth. He knew Wooyoung was pretty sensitive in.. that area, so he made sure to keep his light touches gentle.

Wooyoung did shift as he was pushing his legs apart but fortunately he showed no signs of waking up. "Guess I should probably change the sheets." He saw how Wooyoung's hole leaked down onto the bed and stained his sheets. Oh well, he'd do that later. He wasn't going to wake Wooyoung up just for that. Pulling the blanket over Wooyoung when he was finished, setting the cloth to the side and got in the bed with him, after tossing on some boxers since he didn't want to be fully naked in bed. He wasn't tired so instead, he just watched Wooyoung sleep, admiring his soft features. He couldn't help himself so he leaned down, kissing his forehead, then his cheek before he would just sit and watch him for the longest time.

Though the moment was short lived because he could hear his phone going off next to them, on the charger. He was quick to grab it and silence it before Wooyoung could be disturbed, seeing the caller ID he almost cursed. Of course it was Wooyoung's father. He almost didn't answer. But still technically working for him he had no choice. So, to keep from waking Wooyoung up, San crawled out of the bed, and out his room, shutting the door behind himself before clicking the answer button.

"Where's my son?"

"Not even a hello?" San raised a brow, turned to the door, then leaned against it.

"I have no idea."

"Oh I think you do." He could hear the warning tone in his voice as he was speaking. "So if you don't bring him to me right now I'll look across the goddamn city for the two of you and I swear if I have to do that it won't be so pretty for you, Choi. So Wooyoung better be home before midnight." He rolled his eyes, pushing his bangs back he let out a sigh. "Fine, whatever."

"Good." He hung up after that, and San let his head fall against the door. He really didn't want to bring Wooyoung back but if one thing was for sure, if he didn't bring Wooyoung home by the end of the day, his ass would be in quite the pickle. But at least he still had a good few hours with Wooyoung, especially since he knew he probably wasn't able to walk for now. He came back into the room, surprised to see said male awake and sitting up. But the uncomfortable expression he had on his face had San cracking a grin.

"Let me guess, dad?" San nodded. "Yep, he suspected you were with me. He wants you home by tonight." Making his way over, he sat on the bed and Wooyoung was crawling over and sitting on his lap. "At least we still have," San checked the time on his phone, "Eight hours util then. Your ass wouldn't be able to walk at the moment anyway." He saw the look Wooyoung gave. "Oh I so could." He raised a brow, but rather fighting his lover, he hummed. "Okay, then walk." Placing his hands on the mattress, San leaned back, watching Wooyoung get off him and go to stand. He stood for a good two seconds before he was falling back into his lap. "Holy shit-"

This time San laughed, patting Wooyoung's thigh, he wrapped his arms around him. "Told you. Being a bottom makes your legs feel like jello." He then leaned in close to his ear to mumbled. "Especially when I made you cum three times." His cheeks and ears went red, and San was pushed away, Wooyoung crawling from him. "I'm not going for round two, or else I'll be bed ridden for the whole week." Snorting, San had went to lay next to him. "If my life wasn't on the line I probably would do round two." A smack to his shoulder was felt. "Kidding!"

"Uh huh, sure." Wooyoung laid his head on his shoulder, almost on instinct he reached up and gently ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. "Let's just relax for a few hours, when you can walk semi decently I'll bring you home." He couldn't see Wooyoung's face but he knew he was frowning.

Wooyoung didn't go back to sleep, instead for the next few hours they either stayed in a comfortable silence or they would watch something on San's phone. When Wooyoung could at least walk somewhat decently, they were getting dressed to leave for Wooyoung's home. Both their movements were slow, as if taking their time with preparing to leave but soon they were in San's car, one hand on the wheel, one on Wooyoung's thigh in a comforting manner. He felt a hand on top of his own. But soon they were pulling away and unfortunately they had to pretend to only be friends once more. He followed behind Wooyoung as he went inside, being met with his boss standing in the middle of the doorway. "Why did you stay with him?" He first asked, and San decided he'd just keep quiet while Wooyoung would explain himself. "Because I wasn't going to stay here with you, if you didn't threaten him at all I wouldn't have come back at all." A glare was given to him, and San only waved. "You know," Wooyoung's father stepped forward, and Wooyoung stepped back, not wanting to be anywhere near him and honestly, San didn't blame him.

"Ever since I hired San to be your guard to keep you safe you've.. Changed. A way I don't like at all. You don't listen to me anymore these days, and this behavior of yours, I don't like that either." He looked to San again. "You're fired." Well, he sort of saw it coming but at the same time he didn't.

"No." Both were surprised to hear Wooyoung. "You don't get to fire him, he's supposed to listen to me right?" Wooyoung turned to San, him looking back. He was given a nod before he'd turn to his father to continue. "He's not just some guard either, nor my friend. He's my boyfriend, dad."

Silence.

That's all that was between the three, and the air was thick. He didn't like it, especially not liking the expression on Wooyoung's father's face. "I almost had a feeling this would be why you enjoy being around San." He stepped up to Wooyoung, and he stepped back up until his back was to the wall. "I won't stand for this, Jung Wooyoung. I won't let you see San, or hear from San. This- This phase you have will go."

"It's not a pha-!"

"Quiet!" San's eyes widened as he saw a hand was being raised. Oh. Oh no, he wasn't going to hit Wooyoung. He saw how Wooyoung prepared for it but it wasn't coming. Because San ran over, and grabbed his wrist before he could bring his hand down on him. "Choi, let me go!" Barked his father but San shook his head. "Not if you're going to hit him." Glaring at the man, he watched as he turned around with an angered expression. "I want you out of my house now. You're done, if I ever see you, ESPECIALLY around Wooyoung I will not hesitate to kill you!"

"Dad!" Wooyoung attempted to argue back but San would look to him, having him quiet himself. "No, I'll go." He hated to see the look on Wooyoung's face. He was shattered, broken, and his own heart sank seeing it. "Neither of you will hear from me again.. Okay?" His father yanked his hand away, stepping back as he seemed pleased San was listening. "Good, get out of here." San only nodded. But once his father had his back turned, he looked to Wooyoung. He gave him a smile, even a wink before mouthing, "I'll call you." Before slowly stepping to the door.

He hated to leave, but as told he got in his car to drive off. But, rather than going to his home, no, he decided to visit a few friends.

And that led him in front of Hongjoong and Seonghwa's door. Knocking, he heard a small 'coming!' inside, Seonghwa's voice before the door was unlocked and opened. Seeing San must've excited him so he pushed the door open. "San! Hey! Hongjoong isn't home right now, he's at work but come in." Nodding, San stepped into the two's home. "Damn, I was hoping he was. I need to talk to the two of you." San hardly ever asked for help from any of their friends, so he wasn't surprised to see how shocked Seonghwa was while he was shutting the door behind them. "You? Asking for help? Surely it's an emergency then." He laughed at the older's joke, making himself comfortable on the couch, San was even putting his feet up on the couch, which Seonghwa didn't appreciate because he was swatting his hand at them. "I just got the couch cleaned, don't put your dirty feet on them!" Rolling his eyes, he moved his feet.

Proceeding to tell Seonghwa the situation about Wooyoung, his face grew serious so suddenly. "How could someone treat their own child like a prisoner.." Seonghwa was mumbling, leaning back and nodding. "Well, whatever you need help with you know Hongjoong and I are more than welcome to help." Knowing he had friends that he could easily rely on such as them, San was smiling. "I appreciate it, I really do. Wooyoung also told him he and I were dating. He wasn't happy with that, so I have to quote on quote break up with him and leave. I hated to leave him but if I didn't my head probably would have been chopped off." Was he choking? Maybe, or maybe not. His dad was definitely pissed off at him.

"How do you plan on getting Wooyoung out then?" Seonghwa asked, San grinning, he spoke. "That's where you and Hongjoong come in. I want you to come with me. Surely four against one is a guaranteed victory. And once he's out of there, would you mind if he and I stayed here for a while? Byeol as well. I know once we get him out of there, he'll have every guy he has working for him on my ass, and I don't think we would be safe at my place." He could see the face Seonghwa was giving him, and he knew the reason why; cat hair. It would be everywhere. "Yeah, sure. That's fine." Hearing that, San relaxed. "Thank you."

Hongjoong came home a few hours later and the plan was explained to him, and no surprise he was more than happy to help. "So when will we be getting Wooyoung back? I know you'd want him back as soon as possible but it's best if we come when he's least expecting it." He knew Hongjoong was right. The longer they'd wait the less Wooyoung's father would expect them to attack.

"I'd say.. Maybe next week." He said softly. Hongjoon nodded. When it was set, the bruenette went upstairs, probably to his office. "Hwa, let me see your phone." He asked, and when it was handed over, he dialed Wooyoung's number. He knew his number was probably blocked via you know who, so this was the only way Wooyoung would be able to talk to him.

"Hello?" His smile grew hearing his boyfriend's voice.

"Wooyoung." The gasp made him chuckle. "I called you on Seonghwa's phone, figured your dad forced you to block me. But we're going to help get you out of there. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and I have a plan." He proceeded to tell Wooyoung what he had in store. "So you just have to wait a bit, okay? Your dad needs to have his guard down in order for us to get you." He heard the disappointed whine from Wooyoung, laughing as he spoke back up. "I also can't call, even on Seonghwa's phone, there's a chance he could find out but I promise you won't be prisoned long okay? I have to get going, but I'll see you eventually and when that happens we won't have to worry any more."

Pleased that Wooyoung was content with that, they said their goodbyes and hung up, giving the oldest his phone back and went to get up to leave.

Now he could only hope this plan of his doesn't backfire.