Droplets of sweat were running down the honey gold skin in front of his eyes as that body kept bouncing on his lap. San leaned forward, mouth ghosting over the drops licking them away, the sweaty skin tasting almost sweet under his tongue, like it really was made of honey. He felt the back of the boy arching under his touch, demanding for more as he kept moving at a never faltering pace.

San couldn't help but moan, the angle allowing him to reach much deeper inside letting him see stars. His hands moved almost unconsciously, founding their right place on soft round hips, sinking down onto the skin holding them for dear life and guiding somehow the movements of the body on top of his.

"Feels good" he let a breathy moan escape his lips as he found himself getting every second more lost in that dreamy bliss.

His eyes indulged on the round booty bouncing non-stop on his lap, skin wobbling every time it slapped against his, so hypnotic it was almost impossible not to stare as his cock disappeared rhythmically inside the puckered hole. One of his hands left his previous position to smack a sounding slap on the left ass cheek, the back of the boy arched even more but no sounds escaped his throat.

San realised that only his breathy moans could be heard in the silence of the museum, whimpers echoing through the walls. He adjusted on his hunches, reaching out to the boy's body and guiding it until they found themselves leaning back to torso. His hand moved to the boy's throat, long black locks automatically falling on his broad shoulder as the other leaned his head there. San took the earlobe between his teeth biting even so softly before switching to tongue, wet sounds adding to the silence of the room. When he felt a veiny hand grabbing his nape and holding him there he couldn't help but moan, the new contact making him shiver as he felt his high approaching fast.

"I won't last much longer, babe" he whispered to the same ear trying to allert the other.

The boy slowed down 'til he came to a complete halt as he removed himself from San laps. When he turned San almost gasped for how beautiful the sight in front of him was: black, messy hair sticking to sweated skin, eyes half lidded and dark with desire, mouth open, shiny wet and swollen because of teeth biting on the plump lips with too much force. The boy kneeled in front of the huge painting at his back for a while, almost like he wanted to give San the chance to admire him more, like one of the works of art exposed in that same room. San couldn't help but sight in awe, hands reaching to touch the tanned, sweaty skin. The boy bent down, face lowering dangerously close to San leaking tip.

"Let me take care of you, Sanie. I'm very good at this. Just try to relax for me" Wooyoung finally said before closing the distance and taking San in his mouth.

San moaned, so loud and clear that he woke up. He had to blink a couple of times to realize where he was, the bright light of the museum completely gone as he turned his body in the darkness of his bedroom. He groaned pressing his palm on his painfully hard erection, cock twitching inside the restriction of his pants.

"Fuck me! Not again!" San growled kicking the blanket away and stepping out of the bed.

A cold shower would have helped. Days had passed since the embarrassing accident with Wooyoung, but since then San had kept dreaming about it every night, dreams getting always more promiscuous. He had tried his best to avoid Wooyoung ever since, spending all days and nights at the office, keeping himself busy with work. It had been the first time since Hongjoong had started working with him that the older didn't complain about San, instead he had suggested to take a break sometimes and don't overdo it. But of course San hadn't listened busying himself as much as he could. He had to go back home at some point though, and everytime he did he found the lights of the museum still on. But he was too shy to walk inside the room and face the boy he knew was waiting for him in there.

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"Call me if you need anything, all right?" Seonghwa said one more time, "I saved my phone number, you can find it here, see? If there's an emergency you can just–"

"For fuck sake! There will be no emergency, Hwa!" Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa's arm and gently pulled him away from Wooyoung making the pink hair boy grumble in protest, "San will be with him and, moreover I think you won't be able to answer your phone because–" with a smirk he got closer to the older, lips whispering something to Seonghwa's ear, something that made the boy blush hard.

Wooyoung cleared his throat looking away a bit embarrassed, "Hongjoong-hyung's right! Just enjoy your date, I'll see you guys tomorrow. San and I will be good"

But would they? Wooyoung wasn't so sure.

He hadn't seen San for days except for the few embarrassed glances they shared during way too quick breakfasts. And now they were supposed to spend a whole day alone in that huge, empty house. Just the two of them. Wooyoung and San.

Sure, they had been alone before, but Seonghwa and Hongjoong presence was always there even if they were not in the same room. Wooyoung found himself unconsciously blushing. Maybe he will just avoid me like he did during these days. He thought, but it was enough to make him feel extremely disappointed, a knot forming in his stomach. He didn't like that distance, sure the last moment they shared had been a bit embarrassing but Wooyoung had hoped that everything would go back to normal after a few days. He had waited every night at the museum, expecting the older to walk inside and silently sitting next to him but it never happened.

✧˚ ༘

He couldn't go to the office that day too. It was Sunday and he had already spent his last weekend closed inside a room with tones of papers. He had  worked so much during the last few days that even if he wanted to he couldn't find more things to do. Not on papers at least. Sure, he could always go out, there were always things to settle outside, especially since his father had died: many had tried to take advantage of the moment and some territories were still more hostile then others. But he couldn't do that either, not alone, not with men he didn't trust fully.

He knew Hongjoong would be out, not available to be his wingman: the older had talked about his date with Seonghwa way too much for San to forget about it and even if business was important he couldn't really deny his best friend a day off to spend with his partner. Espacially not after the busy days they had and all Hongjoong did to help San.

It was late morning, so they probably had left already. If I'm lucky Wooyoung wouldn't even be in the dining room at this hour. He thought as he opened his bedroom door trying to feel any possible noises coming from the room next to his but he heard nothing, the house staying incredibly quiet. He felt his stomach grumble for the umpteenth time that morning so he decided he'd better try his luck unless he wanted to starve himself to death.

Silence. He walked through the corridors 'til he got to the dining room. It was quiet but the handle felt one-thousand times heavier that morning. Don't be a pussy, Choi San! He mentally slapped himself. You kill people, but you can't face a cute boy? Are you serious? Just open the damn door, c'mon! He breathed out and pushed, awkwardly walking inside the room. If somebody had been there they would have probably been startled by the sudden break-in but the room was silent and empty.

"Oh!" the exclamation left San lips sounding a bit too disappointed to his ears, It's fine, you didn't want to see him, did you? So why are you feeling all sa–

A sound coming from the kitchen interrupted his line of thoughts, San feet unconsciously moved 'til he was standing in front of yet another door, this time it opened with unexpected ease. The bitter smell of coffee invaded his lungs while his heart skipped a bit. He had tried his best to not think about his dream but the figure standing just a few meters from him brought it back in the blink of an eye, San had to use all his might to not gasp when Wooyoung turned in his direction, a bright smile appearing on his lips as soon as their eyes met.

He really looked like he just came out of his dream: of course he was dressed, but the towel hanging around his shoulders was enough to signal the freshly showered look. Long still half-wet locks were sticking to his flushed skin, lips plump and wet from the coffee he had just sipped, looking so much alike the Wooyoung of his dream. Not a good time to get a morning boner, San-ah!

"Good morning!" San cut the silence first, his voice coming out hoarse and low.

"Hey!" Wooyoung blushed turning his face to the coffee machine, "I was feeling bored so I c-came to make some more coffee, it's still hot if you want some" he stuttered.

San couldn't really handle all the cuteness and unconsciously found himself smiling and getting closer to the boy. In that moment he craved to feel Wooyoung's body on his, the images from the dream so clear in his mind making him want to touch the other just to prove him to be real. He felt statics all over, shivers running down his spine when he stepped closer, eyes never giving up on the intense stare they were sharing. He noticed how the younger scooted back, palms grabbing the marble of the counter so hard that his knuckles had turned white. San had to repress a smirk, body stopping just a few inches from Wooyoung's, they weren't touching but he could feel a pleasant tension growing between them. One of San hands flew to the counter next to where Wooyoung was holding it for dear life, while his other arm extended to get a cup on the upper shelf just above Wooyoung's head, their bodies so close that even if they were not touching San could feel Wooyoung's warmth, could feel Wooyoung's smell filling his nostrils and driving him crazy. They weren't touching but it felt much better than his dream, he could hear Wooyoung's breath getting shorter, could see the light into his eyes turning into something darker, something that San had never noticed before. But everything lasted for just a second: soon his fingers brushed the cup he was looking for, his arm coming once again back down and he took a step back.

"Coffee sounds amazing, thank you" he replied facing Wooyoung, mug in hand, tension still lingering in the air.

Wooyoung stood there, eyes glued into San's almost bewitched by the other, but after a few seconds of silence he violently shook his head as to ground himself once again and quickly turned to get the coffee. Once the cup was full San thought to put more distance between their bodies, if he really wanted to solve things he should have kept his instincts under control. He turned to sit on the counter while Wooyoung leaned on the stove in front of him as they kept looking at each other with a new heavy silence imposing between them.

"Woo, ca we–" "San, I'm so–" they said at the same time but stopped half way, chuckling at each other clumsiness.

"Okay, you go first" San finally said, the awkward feeling he woke up with in the morning completely gone now that he had the boy in front of him and realising he was also willing to talk.

Wooyoung blushed but immediately said "I wanted to say sorry If I made you feel uncomfortable in any way. I didn't mean to" he broke the eye contact, looking at his feet as his cheeks became crimson red, "I just miss spending time with you" he admitted in a whisper.

San felt his heart clench inside his chest. His mood shifting in a second as he heard the sadness in Wooyoung's voice: how could he be so selfish and coward? He realized he behaved like a baby for days for really no reason. Sure they had an embarrassing moment but it wasn't something big, something that could justify San absence for so long! He realised he had terribly missed Wooyoung presence too and he couldn't keep it to himself when he heard the younger saying with sincerity everything that was on his mind.

"I miss it too, Wooyoungie! And I'm sorry if I overreacted, you didn't do anything wrong"

San could see Wooyoung's body relax a bit after his words, his eyes searching for San once again, "So, we're good?"

"Yeah, we're good!"

Wooyoung smile did all the rest to smooth away all the remaining tension between them, "So... Are you working today as well?" asked the younger taking another sip from his cup.

San just shook his head taking the bitter drink to his lips as well, "I guess I could use a day off too" Wooyoung nodded to that, "Do you have plans?" he added but what his mind was actually screaming was 'Can we spend the day together?'

"Not much, Seonghwa-hyung recommended this k-drama, I thought I could watch couple of episodes" a pause, eyes searching those of San who tried his best to not make any expectant faces, "If you're not busy– ehm... You don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but–"

"I haven't binge watched anything for so long! I'm up to it, but if the series is good I won't be able to stop with just two episodes"

Wooyoung chuckled, eyes shining with happiness, "Can we make popcorn? I've always wanted to have a real movie night with friends and popcorn. I mean, it's 11AM and we're not actually watching a–"

San didn't let him finish jumping down of the counter "Get the tv ready, I'll take care of the popcorn" he gave the younger a gentle pat on the shoulder, electricity running throw his fingers when their skin touched. Don't get so worked up for so little! San tried to contain himself as he moved to grab everything he needed to make the other's wish come true.

✧˚ ༘

"No way she's turning him down for that asshole!" Wooyoung almost screamed, smashing a pillow on the empty spot next to him as he kept staring at the tv.

San couldn't help but laugh at the umpteenth exagerated reaction the younger was having, "I don't think he's that bad, Wooyoungie! You're siding with the second lead just because he's handsome!"

"YAH!" the pillow flew all the way to San face, who couldn't help but laugh more rubbing it in as Wooyoung was so prickly about the series, "Okay, maybe he's not an asshole, I give you that but Seojun deserves her love so much more! How can you not agree? I mean–"

"Yeah, yeah! I got that, you have a crush on him, it's fine!" he kept teasing, he really couldn't help it since Wooyoung looked so funny when he got all grumpy and worked up.

"I don't have a crush on him" he angry whispered as a big pout formed on his lips.

His lips. Which looked so soft and kissable in that moment. The small beauty mark on the lower one popping out much more with the sulky pout. San noticed a small piece of popcorn still connected to the corner of that so perfect mouth and he just couldn't help it. His body moved almost unconsciously and soon he found himself in Wooyoung space, fingers flying under his chin as the thumb brushed that crumb away. Slowly. Fingertip brushing against Wooyoung lower lip on its way, San eyes followed the movement noticing how the pouty mouth slowly softened, parting just slightly to let a little gasp coming out of them. It was enough for San gaze to leave and connect instead to Wooyoung's eyes. Eyes shiny and–

Scared?

The realization was sudden, body jumping back, the distance making Wooyoung breath again as San lowered his gaze, too emabarassed to face the other.

"I'm s-sorry! You–" he cleared his voice, finger indicating the corner of his own mouth, "You had a popcorn crumb and–"

"It's okay!" voice high pitched and shaky interrupted him.

I fucked up!

"Woo, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do anything, I swear, I–"

"Sanie!" hearing the nickname stopped his line of thoughts, he turned and noticed how Wooyoung had got closer, still a little bit of space dividing them, but it was enough to let San calm as well, "I'm okay, I swear!" a shy smile appeared on Wooyoung lips, "I know you won't hurt me"

San nodded trying his best to reciprocate the shy, embarassed smile. He was scared of the silence he could feel coming: maybe Wooyoung really just got startled but still he had ruined the mood. He wanted to slap himself so bad! How could he be so impulsive and stupid? How could he–

"Oh no! We missed an important part I guess. What's going on? Why is she having dinner with him now?" Wooyoung playful tone was back, like nothing had happened and San internally thanked him for that.

His gaze focused on the tv once again: the protagonists were actually enjoying their meal in a complete different envirnoment from the previous scene. Steaming bowls full of freshly cooked tteokbokki, glasses being filled up with soju and beer, what looked like thousands of bangchans being continuosly served... San stomach couldn't choose a more perfect time to grumble loudly!

"Sorry!" he chuckled embarassed, holding his tummy like it would have stopped it to make noises. He realized just in that moment how hungry he was: since that morning he didn't have any actual food except for the popcorns and coffee.

"Don't worry, I'm hungry as well. I can cook something if you want, we can keep watching once I'm done" Wooyoung reached for the remote pausing the video.

San kept staring at the screen, he really was craving tteokbokki so he didn't really think about it when he suggested: "Let's keep watching, you don't need to cook we can order a food delivery, do you like this kind of street food?" he asked as he pointed at the tv.

A shadow ran through Wooyoung eyes as he looked for a long second at the steaming bowl held by the protagonist, then he just nodded.

San decided to not make comments on Wooyoung silent reaction, he just picked up his phone and announced with a smile "I just happen to know the perfect place!"

✧˚ ༘

The food arrived fast and when Wooyoung stood up to get the door his jaw dropped to the floor. San was definetly starving because the amount of food he had ordered was huge!

"How much did you pay for all this?" asked Wooyoung walking back to the living room and dropping the three heavy bags on the floor, a loud sight leaving his lips.

"It's not just food" he chuckled as he crouched on the floor and opening one of the bags. It was full of glass bottles, no wonder it felt so heavy, thought Wooyoung as he sat down next to San to read the labels.

There were some beers as well but most of the bottles were soju: San had bought mainly plain flavoured one, but as Wooyoung moved them to the carpet he could find also some fruity ones.

San grabbed the peach flavoured and opened it taking a sip straight from the bottle "I didn't know which flavour you like the most so I bought them all" he pressed his lips together smacking them in satisfaction, "I love the peach one! Which one do you like the most?" he asked starting to look between the bottles.

"Ehm, actually..." he looked at San with an embarassed smile, "I have never drank alcohol. This is my first time I guess!" he chuckled.

"Even better!" San passed him the peach one, "You can try them all and decide tonight then! Try it, is not that strong"

Wooyoung uncupped the bottle and with not so much confidence he took a short sip. It did burn his throat a little, but not as much as he was expecting. He found out that he actually really liked that sweet drink and the warm feeling it left all over his body while he gulped it down. He brought his lips to the bottle once more, this time more confident in his gesture, and had another sip, "I like this a lot!" he smiled.

"I told you" San replied, Wooyoung was about to drink more, but the older stopped him, closing the bottle and putting it back between the others on the floor, "I'm happy that you like it, but I think is better if you eat something first, I don't want you to get drunk just right away, we can get there but take it slow" he laughed offering instead a bowl from which came an inviting smell.

When Wooyoung opened it nostalgic memories invaded his mind and he couldn't repress the bitter smile that appeared on his mouth. He used the chopsticks to stuff his mouth full of the delicious rice cakes, it had been years since the last time he ate that dish. Those tteokbokkis were much different from what his mum used to cook for all his birthdays, more spicy and chewy, but the known flavour triggered something inside of him. Memories of an almost forgotten past started to flow before his eyes, images of a beautiful time, of when pain, hatred, regret were just unknown words to him. Before he could even realise warm tears were streaming down his eyes. When he sniffed San eyes raised from his own bowl and locked with those of the younger, sudden worry appearing on his face.

"Hey, are you all right?" he quickly put his dish on the side and impulsively scooted closer, fingers brushing away the tears from Wooyoung cheeks.

Wooyoung just nodded, for once glad to that touch that brought him back to reality, "Yeah, I'm all right. It's just that the food is very good!" he chuckled, the hands left his cheeks but the intense stare kept checking him, trying to understand if really there was nothing wrong, "Let me try another flavour, c'mon!" Wooyoung said trying to derial the conversation. San gave him one last worried look before he turned searching between the colorfull bottles.

In less than an hour Wooyoung had probably tried all the soju flavours at disposal in that room, he still couldn't tell which his favourite was because after the fourth shot he chugged he couldn't really understand the difference between one or another. What he knew for sure was that he didn't like somaek. When San had mixed his beer with a shot of flavorless soju Wooyoung insisted on trying that too but regretted it almost immediately. The beer tasted far too bitter for his liking and he had to use all his might to not spit it out.

"Do that again, S-Sanie!" he said tripping on his own words, tongue tangling like crazy in his mouth, he chuckled realising how silly he sounded.

San laughed along and took another still sealed bottle from the floor and quickly turned it in his hand giving it a half spin: immediately a whirlpool appeared inside of the glass, spinning for a few seconds before disappearing. Wooyoung clapped his hands in approval, his Elmo laugh filling the room and echoing through the walls.

"Me turn now" a grabby hand made its way towards the bottle San was still holding, "Gimme! I try!"

San kept looking at Wooyoung with a dumb smile on his face, he didn't know if it was for the alcohol, but Wooyoung looked and sounded even cuter that night: his cheeks adorned with a constant blush, his voice high pitched and happy. It was the last Chum Churum peach one, his favourite, but he gave it up mindlessly bathing himself in Wooyoung smile that became brighter once he had the bottle between his hands.

The younger tried to spin the drink couple of times like San did but nothing happened, "I can't, I'm so lame!" he complained, lips pouting and brows forrowed.

"That's fine, I'll do it for you everytime you ask me!" San quickly replied, he would do any kind of thing if it was Wooyoung asking.

"Then I'm happy!" the bright toothy smile back on his lips.

He opened the bottle and tried to take it to his lips, but he was so drunk that when he inclined the glass most of the liquid ended up on his shirt other than in his mouth.

"Shit! 'm cold and sticky n-now" he pulled at the hem of his shirt with one hand, "You gimme yours!" the other pointing at San sweater.

San chuckled but obediently removed his sweater handing it to Wooyoung, he thanked his providence for having wore a t-shirt under it. Wooyoung took it and placed it behind his back before without any warnings took the hem of his own shirt, taking it off. San couldn't help it as he stared at the boy, eyes gluing to that golden skin he had just dreamed about, but when Wooyoung turned around a loud gasp left his mouth unwillingly. The back he had seen the night before in his dream was nothing alike the one he just had a glimpse of: he wondered how he couldn't notice the scars cutting it all over. Wooyoung was quick to wear San sweater, hiding his skin once again. He had heard San gasp, so when he turned to face the other a sad smile was on his lips.

"I'm sorry, they're disgusting!" he mumbled, eyes low, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the way too long sleeves.

"They're not Woo! You're beautiful, everything about you is. Don't be sorry. The only disgusting thing is the person who did that to you" San extended one hesitant hand 'til it touched Wooyoung's fingers, it was a gentle brush, almost imperceptible, like San was waiting for the younger's approval to actually take Wooyoung's hands in his.

"He liked to punish me" Wooyoung whispered, San stayed silent trying to catch Wooyoung's eyes but they stayed low, watching their fingers playing with each other in a constant light touch, "I have many all over my body but those are the worst"

San didn't say anything, he couldn't. He brushed his thumb over Wooyoung knuckles hoping that the gesture could give the younger some comfort.

"The things he did–" Wooyoung tried to speak again but his voice broke down in a tiny hiccup.

"You don't have to tell me if it's too much to remember"

Wooyoung shook his head, "There are things that I can't forget, they're always on mind. It's just that–" he paused, "I never told anyone, speaking of them out loud it's–" he had to take a deep breath, feeling his voice dangerously cracking.

[tw: next part will describe very violent scenes, if you're sensitive to the topic skip till you see the "✨"]

He felt San hand closing around his, squeezing it gently, the touch giving him the strength to speak again, "My family was killed when I was 13 years old. I don't know what kind of debts my father had with that man but when he tried to run away with me and my mom they caught us. They raped my mother to death and let me and my father watch. Before they killed him too they torture him and made sure to inform him that I would have suffered the same destiny for the rest of my life. They kept their promise.

"That night when– when they brought me to him, he was– he was..." he brought the bottle to his lips taking a huge sip from it, "At the beginning I thought he was nice, San. He kept caressing me, telling me how beautiful I was, that he would have taken good care of me, he was very gentle, I believed him. He let me take a shower but when–

"I didn't hear him at first. When I realized what was happening I tried to run away but he was strong, he– he pushed me against the wall and kept me there, he said that if I tried to oppose he would have killed me. It hurt, I bled a lot, I–

"I remember the water turning red, it stained my feet. They-they had to call a doctor that night and I couldn't move for several days. It didn't stop him t-though. Once I recovered he came to me again. He-he said that if I didn't want to be badly hurt I just had to be more pliant. He was very easy to disappoint and he liked pain. Those that you saw on my back was my punishment after I tried to run away one night.

"His dogs chased me" his free hand went to his left leg, he lift his trouser to show his calf, another ugly scar adorned his skin, "One of them bit me here and I couldn't run anymore. They brought me back and–

"I had to count. I couldn't go on after the fourth whip, I still don't know how many I had, maybe ten but they felt like one thousand to me. The pain– The pain is... I couldn't sleep on my back, I couldn't move without screaming in pain, I–

"They had to put stitches cause the wounds kept opening every time he– every time he had me in bed. After a few months I couldn't face it anymore San, I– I thought... I thought I wanted to die, death sounded much better than a life lived like that. I still have those thoughts sometimes. It happens less often now, but sometimes when I look at my reflection in the mirror the only thing I can see is a ruined body, sully, an empty shell. I'm good at nothing, I-I... I'm disgusting and broken and sometimes I just wish I... I–

"I cut my wrists" he paused inhaling deeply before he showed the thin scars to San who passed his thumb gently over them, his hand shaking as he did so, "But they f-found me too soon and ruined my escape" he chuckled.

✨

"He was sick, cancer I guess... When he couldn't move from his bed anymore I thought I was finally free, but then his nephew arrived to take care of him. He-he took good care of me too, it was a family thing probably. When my master died he could have kept me f-for himself but he realized that selling me would have brought him a good amount of money so, here I am now!"

When Wooyoung went silent again San could breath again. He had listened without saying a word. He could feel the anger building in him, every second more powerful, ready to blow. How could someone hurt a creature so pure and innocent? How could they put a human being through all that?

"I can kill him. You just say it and it's done" his voice coming out hoarse, "I can bring him here, the nephew of that man, I will torture him, I will let him live everything you had to live. I can make him beg, he will kneel in front of you. You just have to nod and I'll do it for you, Wooyoung-ah"

San went silent again and finally Wooyoung eyes met his, he had expected the younger to nod, to see his eyes sparkle with the need of revenge but everything he found was sadness and... pity?

"If you do that you won't be better than the men that ruined my life" he shook his head, "I won't allow you to step that low, Sanie! You're already doing so much for me, you don't know!"

"But..." San protested but Wooyoung shook his head once again.

"When I was crying before, they weren't tears of sadness, I mean... not really! It's just that I remembered something from my past, a scene with my family that happened such a long time ago that feels like another life to me. Since I started to live as a slave there was no day that I could remember something beautiful from my past, even if I tried I could only remember the horrible things. I thought I was doomed. I thought I forgot it all but you made me remember"

San felt his heart accelerating inside his chest, the beats resounding loud and fast against his ribcage, "I'm glad" he could whisper.

For long seconds they kept looking at each other eyes without saying a word, in the silence only the light brushing of their fingers could be heard as they held hands. Wooyoung almost got startled when he heard San voice once again calling his name.

"Before you said something, I didn't want to interrupt you but I can't stop thinking about it and I–" he stopped like he was trying to find the right words, "I don't like it when you say that you are sully and disgusting and ruined, I know that it's what they made you think for all those years. I know it's not easy to change the way we see ourselves, but I promise you. I won't kill those men if you don't want me to but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show you your worth! Let me do this at least" one of his hands left the one of Wooyoung and raised to cup his cheek, thumb caressing it softly, "You are so beautiful, inside and out. I want you to see it too!"

Wooyoung didn't answer but kept staring at San for long. Seconds, maybe minutes had passed when San felt warm tears wetting his fingers. It started as a soft cry but soon arrived the broken sobs as Wooyoung's body collapsed between San arms who kept holding him, hands drawing soothing circles on the younger's shaking back. It went on for long before the sobs started calming down and slowly Wooyoung fell asleep between San arms. When his breaths became slow and calm San stood up and took the younger's body between his arms, trying his best to not wake him up.

He brought him to Wooyoung's bed, softly putting him down, blankets to his chin. He was about to leave when he turned once again. Shiber was resting on one of the shelves of the room, big eyes looking at San when he took it between his hands and silently whispered, "It's your duty to protect Wooyoungie from now on when I'm not with him, okay?" he left a soft peck on the dog's head before placing it to Wooyoung's side, under the blankets next to him.

"Good night, Woo" he whispered one last time before closing the door and walking to his own room.

A/N
ouf! this chapter wasn't an easy one but I'm very happy with how it came out.

thoughts? 🫶🏻