Yes, a third and final part requested by YYY_nuts
Android AU.

Quick recap: Wooyoung was able to obtain an android heart to save San's life. Everything would be better now... For sure.

Well...

Wooyoung woke up early to pack his things. He was so preoccupied with San, he missed too many days of work. Now a jet was expecting them a little outside Paris to return to Korea.

"San?" Wooyoung called. He zipped up the suitcase and sighed. "San?"

San turned from where he stared out the mini kitchen's window. "Yes, W...Woo?"

Wooyoung slightly frowned. "It's time to go. Can you help me push this into the elevator?"

Wooyoung noticed how San looked down at the suitcase in the middle and then back up.

"San..." Wooyoung walked over and set a hand on the android's cheek. It felt cold and almost strange. While looking into the man's quizzical eyes, he sweetly smiled.

"I love you," he whispered and kissed San's cheek. San didn't react the same way, but Wooyoung chalked it up to his software still recovering after the surgery.

San recorded everything he did in his mind. It happened instantly. Everything this Wooyoung man did immediately uploaded to the system.

Wooyoung relaxed into the luxurious leather seat the moment he reached the plane. Beside him sat San, looking around in panic. But Wooyoung didn't notice it at first. He wanted to rest the most he could. After all, unlike San, he couldn't stay awake forever.

"Where's Taeyong?"

...What?

Wooyoung opened his eyes and turned to his left. "Taeyong? We left him, remember? He didn't want to help us, so I had to find a new heart to repair you..."

"Taeyong..."

Wooyoung gulped. What was going on? Why was San mentioning this man over and over?

"Where is he?" San asked in a low tone. "Where?!"

Wooyoung cowered into his seat. San's eyes ran over the edge of his seat, sucking in the observation, and he leaned closer to the other.

"P-Please, San. I don't know where he is. But you shouldn't worry. We're going home now, and he won't be near us anymore—"

"Won't?! How can you decide that?!"

Wooyoung felt more eyes on him from his staff members looking over. "San," he whispered. "Calm down, honey."

"I have to find him. I have to find—"

Wooyoung didn't know what he was doing when he frustratedly stood up and pulled San to the bathroom. He locked the door and stood in front to block the way.

"Move, Wooyoung," San muttered.

"What is wrong with you?" Wooyoung asked. "You've been so sweet, and after the surgery... you changed. Why do you want to see Taeyong so much?"

"I love him."

...

Wooyoung tried to remain unfazed. How could he, though, when San just confessed this??

"You're lying..."

"I don't know you, Wooyoung. I don't know about us. You must be confusing me for someone else. Now I'm being kidnapped to another country."

Wooyoung frowned, losing his patience. "I don't know what the hell got into you, San, but I didn't do shit to you. We planned to return home soon after you recovered."

"My home isn't with you. It's with Tae-"

"Fine! Go back to Taeyong!" Wooyoung shouted, tears in his eyes. "Go! Jump off the fucking plane if that's what you want. Leave me alone..."

Wooyoung stepped to the side, opening the bathroom door. San did not move. He was too busy analyzing the smaller's wet cheeks. He wanted to know what they felt like. Tears? Is that what they're called? Are they as warm as the internet says they are—

"GO!" Wooyoung screamed. He shoved San out and slammed the door closed. Seconds later, everything broke loose. He slipped down the wall while sobbing his weak heart out.

"I should've known... I should've," he whispered. "That's not San. Not him..."

Wooyoung repeated several phrases of regret and disappointment to himself again until he slowly fell sideways to the ground. There, he curled himself into a ball and closed his eyes. They hurt. Restlessness from the past few days also didn't help.

San looked out the window, identifying they were high in the clouds. It wasn't like he took Wooyoung's demand seriously, though...

His heart belonged to Taeyong — he was sure — but something drew him towards Wooyoung. He just needed to search through his program to find it.

San set his head in his hands. It wasn't until he woke up to Wooyoung that he realized how different an android is to a human. But somehow, the male was so fixed on loving him...

Hell, they were on a plane "home" because of how delusional Wooyoung was.

Well, that's quite a stretch... and rude.

San couldn't identify what he was feeling.

San stood amidst the glares from a few of Wooyoung's assistants. He walked to the bathroom door, lightly tapping it with his metal knuckles.

"Woo? Wooyoung?" he softly called. No answer.

"Can I come in?" San ran his fingertips up and down the trim. "Please?"

...

"I hope you're okay there. I detect heat but no movement... You're not dead, right?"

...

"I'm sorry... but I think I should come in... For your safety, of course." San placed his hand on the knob, attempting to turn it. It looks like Wooyoung didn't lock it after he was kicked out.

The door came to a halt when it bumped into something soft. San looked down to see Wooyoung soundly sleeping on the ground. The boy looked so peaceful. His thumb was almost in his mouth — only almost! — like a child.

San tilted his head. What's he to do next? Only error messages popped up all over his vision.

"Affection," a word that had appeared now read in the middle. Immediately, photos and examples popped up like a search result.

"Hug?" San asked. "No. That's for T-T..."

Error.

San stepped over the male and shut the door. Once sitting down, he pulled Wooyoung onto his lap with ease.

Wooyoung did stir a little. But then he found himself in someone's arms, and, wanting to continue dreaming, his mind gave in to sleep again.

San watched Wooyoung's chest rise and fall. At the same time, his ears caught on to the soft snores as well.

The android wasn't expecting Wooyoung to sleep for almost the whole flight like this. But he must be in a comfortable state, so he didn't want to interrupt the slumber.

Until it was time to prepare for landing, he gently shook the male awake.

"Wooyoung."

Wooyoung leaned closer, very cutely too. Just let him sleep a little longer. But San heard the urgent knocks for them to return to their seats.

"San?" Wooyoung slurred. He blushed when he saw how close they were.

"I'm sorry for making you cry," San apologized. "We need to return to our seats. Can I help you?"

A bit flustered, Wooyoung curled up in his seat again. Only this time, he was silent. Anything San asked him about, he would mostly ignore.

"Hello? Yeah, it's Wooyoung," San heard Wooyoung say into his phone when they were in the car. "There's a problem with him."

When San met Wooyoung's gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes moved left to look out the window.

"Where did you say?... Oh, okay. Thank you... I'll try." Wooyoung hung up and sighed.

"Who was it?"

"Sannie, do you remember anything about me?"

San noted his worried face. Was he supposed to say yes? But that would be lying, right? Yet he didn't want to make Wooyoung... sad again. Both options already did.

Wooyoung sadly cursed under his breath.

"I'm sorry."

"No... it's fine. The engineers told me this could happen. I have to help you get those memories back."

"Memories?"

Wooyoung softly smiled. "They're in there, San. We're in there."

"We?"

"Yeah."

So Wooyoung passed by several of their college town landmarks, telling short stories from when they were a couple. San enjoyed them. On a few occasions, he'd catch Wooyoung tearing up. So the android would awkwardly embrace the other's smaller frame.

"I lived around here?" San asked when they were on their way to Wooyoung's house.

"Yeah," Wooyoung quietly replied. His eyes were fixed on the road.

"I sense sadness."

"No you don't."

"I do!"

Wooyoung chuckled and wiped his inner eye. "You asshole."

"I looked it up. I don't think I look like one—"

"San—" Wooyoung burst into laughter. "That's not what I mean!"

"Your smile is adorable."

Wooyoung blushed and tried to push away the fact that San was staring.

"S-Stop, you flirt." He set his arm on the middle armrest.

"But you told me at the ice cream shop you fell in love with the flirty me." San placed his hand on top of Wooyoung's, then intertwining them.

"San, I will stop this car."

"Even better."

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung said, "I'll crash it if you don't stop."

"But that would hurt your pretty face."

"Good."

"I guess you would make a sexy android, though," San muttered.

Wooyoung turned extremely red. He wanted to squeal from happiness. It slowly became apparent to him that he knew this San.

"Would I?" He squeezed the android's hard palm. San had never felt so warm before. And yet, he somehow recalled a little bit of the feeling too.

Once reaching the house, San watched Wooyoung throw everything into his living room and stretch himself on the bed. He made motions for San to join him.

"I don't know if—"

Wooyoung pulled him anyway. He grimaced a bit from the unexpected metal weight but endured it anyway because San now stared at him in close distance.

"Wooyoung," San gulped.

"Hm?"

"I'm confused."

"I know you are." Wooyoung softly ran a hand through the android's hair.

"I think I'm attracted to you, but my heart hurts being here."

Wooyoung tried not to let it hurt him. San couldn't control his systems. So he caressed the man's perfect cheek.

"Listen to your head right now, Sannie. What do you want to do?"

"I think I want to kiss you."

"Okay. Do it."

"But—"

Wooyoung already had one hand under San's chin as he leaned in. The pair pressed an equal amount of force against each other.

And San only got a little more desperate. His hands pinned Wooyoung's wrists down. He was unsure whether he enjoyed or despised what he was doing.

"Eyes on me, San. Focus on me," Wooyoung whispered.

"I want to, Woo."

"Y-You can." Wooyoung breathed faster when he felt San squeeze his wrists a little harder. He closed his eyes, hoping San wouldn't hurt him.

Then something wet fell on his cheek. Wooyoung saw a few more tears leaving San's eyes.

"I'm sorry," the older man muttered and tucked his face into Wooyoung's shoulder, sobbing a little louder. Wooyoung confused that androids could cry, still patted his back.

"This isn't your fault, Sannie."

"It is. I'm the stupid robot, Woo. I can't remember you."

"I'm not saying it'll be easy, but you're starting to remember. I'd say that's great progress," Wooyoung replied.

"I think I have to... recharge." San chuckled. "Tears make me tired."

"Alright. I'll be in the kitchen cooking something." Wooyoung kissed San's temple as he left.

The fashion designer wasn't ready to give up on San. It was difficult, yes, but he didn't want to lose the male again. It was already painful last time.

A knock on the door made him jump.

"The hell?" Without thinking to check the cameras outside, he opened.

Wooyoung groaned as he fell to the ground. The person pressed their heavy boot to his chest.

"Where is he?" Taeyong seethed. Wooyoung coughed. "Where's Ten?!"

"He's dead! Didn't you—"

Taeyong punched him. "His heart led me here. What have you done to him?"

"Get out of my house!" Wooyoung reached to pry Taeyong's arms away. But the man was pinning him to the ground, and he didn't have anywhere to go.

"W-Wooyoung!" a voice shouted, footsteps running into the room. They stopped.

"T-Taeyong..."

Taeyong was a bit confused but quickly put two and two together with a smile. "Sannie!"

"San! Don't let him get close—" Wooyoung cried in pain when Taeyong slapped his cheek and muffled his mouth. San stared wide-eyed.

"What are you doing? You're hurting Wooyoung."

"He deserves it, babe! Look where we are! We should be home, and he took you from me."

"But..."

"All you need is a little fixing, but we'll finally be together."

"Fixing? What fix?" San slowly took a step forward.

"Just a small... tiny adjustment... You wouldn't feel a thing. And you would love me the same."

San looked down. His eyes moved to Wooyoung crying on the ground.

"If you take my hand, we can go together. We can leave this disappointment to rot," Taeyong said with a smile.

San tilted his head. He didn't like the way Wooyoung tirelessly struggled under the man. It hurt him.

But it looked like he suffered the most when San was around him.

"I'm sorry..."

Wooyoung's eyes widened when he saw San offer his hand to the man. He stared in shock when Taeyong took him towards the door but stopped.

"Oh... I need you to do something for me, T- I mean, San."

"What?"

"Here." Taeyong handed San a heavy dark object. "Please do it, babe."

San looked at his hands and identified the object as a gun. He studied the whole surface and anatomy as if it was already programmed inside him to shoot.

"San, please," Wooyoung cried, hands clasped and on his knees. "I've tried so hard because I love you. And you know you love me back too. He'll destroy you."

"San, give me the gun, then," Taeyong ordered. "Fucking robots."

"But if you have to do it..." Wooyoung dabbed at his eyes. "Quick," he whispered.

Two loud bangs weren't enough to make San flinch. He held a straight face while looking at Wooyoung's shaking body.

"I'm sorry." San dropped the gun and tightly held him. "Don't look, love. Don't look."

Wooyoung eventually caught his breath under San's aura. "What are we going to do about... him?"

"I've contacted the police. It's going to be alright."

Wooyoung slowly nodded, eyes reaching the dead body. "I think I should lay down..."

"I know."

Wooyoung looked down at his lap as San held him. He felt happy to be in the arms of the man he loved most.

So why wasn't he jumping around with joy?

"You're thinking a lot," San commented with a sweet smile. "It's kind of cute."

No, yeah, something rubbed him off the wrong way.

"Sorry," Wooyoung apologized with a chuckle. "So much just happened in the past two weeks."

"I know." San warmly rubbed his chin against Wooyoung's head. The younger laughed.

"I think we have a lot of places to do once this is behind us, Sannie," Wooyoung said.

"I'm all yours. Forever now."

"Forever," Wooyoung whispered back.

I'll let you decide the ending :)