TW// rape, sexual assault.

San parked his car quickly in sooras driveway, exiting the car. He realized that he should probably wait for her to unlock the door rather than knocking like a mad-man.

He fidgeted as she slowly walked up the steps, a weary look on her face. Finally she unlocked the door, san went in immediately, looking around frantically.

There was no other car in the driveway so their parents weren't home, and that made san even more worried.

"hold this" he spoke, passing soora his car keys and coat. He ran up the stairs, not even bothering to remove his shoes.

"wooyoung?"  he called out.

He wasn't sure which one was his room, so he knocked on each of the doors but got no answer, that wasn't until he heard a small whimper from inside what he presumed to be the bathroom.

"wooyoung?" he spoke again, frantically opening the bathroom door.

The sight in front of san made him freeze, "w-what's wrong?" he asked as wooyoung sat crying on the bathroom floor, black makeup which he assumed to be eyeliner running down the boys face.

"yeosang was right.....he was so right"

san closed the bathroom door behind himself, bending down so they were eye to eye. "what?"

"they took it too far" wooyoung hiccuped, san still didn't understand, he looked at the boy with knitted eyebrows. "who took what too far?" he questioned again.

Wooyoung sighed and looked down, he sat in silence for a moment before pulling down his shirt.

The look on sans face was terrifying.

Sans hand made its way to wooyoungs cheek shakily, rubbing his thumb along the boys wet skin. He gulped at the sight of wooyoungs bruised neck, kisses and bites along it.

Wooyoungs tears continued to drop as he saw the way san looked at him—was it pity? sympathy? wooyoung felt embarrassed.

"who.....who did this to you" san spoke, grimacing at the purple marks.Wooyoung shook his head, "i-it doesn't matter, i should've been more careful, i shouldn't have worn that skirt it's my fault—"

"wooyoung..." san whispered, he was watching the boy fall apart.

Wooyoung looked up at san, eyes asking for help—comfort, love. "san i feel so—dirty" he whimpered, san shook his head, "no no, the fucker who did this to you is dirty okay?"

Wooyoung wrapped his arms tightly around san, he cried into his neck quietly, whispering a small 'i'm sorry' from time to time.

"please.....please help me"

San lifted his gaze to the ceiling—trying his best to hold back his tears that were begging to break free.

"o-okay, let's clean you up hm?"

wooyoung nodded, a small whimper coming from him.

San wrapped his arms around wooyoungs waist, picking him up off the floor. He turned on the water and began preparing a bath, hugging wooyoung while they waited.

San turned off the water when he felt the bath was full enough. "do you want me to...turn around?" the older questioned as wooyoung began taking off his clothes.

"i trust you"

He nodded—but still silently turned his head away from the boy, just to be respectful.

"no, look." wooyoung spoke, now fully unclothed.

San turned his head cautiously toward wooyoung, taking a breath in at the sight. There were a few bruises down his chest, but he was still so beautiful to san.

"am i pretty?"

"yes.....very"

wooyoung looked down at himself, "even though i look like a whore?"

San shut his eyes tightly at that, whoever did this to wooyoung—ruined his mentality completely. "wooyoung you do not look like a whore nor are you one."

Wooyoung blinked, not one emotion present in his eyes—and it scared san.

By now, san was just angry, he wanted to kill whoever did this to wooyoung. The boy looked ruined, he no longer looked confident—he didn't even look like himself.

"step in the bath"

Wooyoung complied and stepped in, melting at the warm water immediately as he sat down.

"wash me.."

Sans eyes widened, but relaxed soon after. He grabbed a rag from the cabinet and sat down beside the tub.

He washed wooyoung slowly, making sure not to touch anything sensitive. "is this okay?" he asked, going down the boys chest with the rag—wooyoung nodded.

Wooyoung cried as the rag made its way to his neck, tears ran down his face continuously. San asked if he wanted him to stop—but wooyoung kept shaking his head. He just wanted to feel clean.

Wooyoung whimpered as san washed him, memories flashing in his mind.

San couldn't take it anymore, tears ran down his own face as he ran the rag along wooyoungs bruised body.

They both cried silently.

"i think we're done" san exhaled—getting up quickly to grab a towel.

He wrapped it around wooyoung as the boy stood up from the bath. He dried him gently, motioning for wooyoung to sit on the toilet after setting another towel on it so he wasn't cold.

Wooyoung looked up at san while he dried his hair, the boy didn't know why he called san and not his sister—or friends. It just felt right, like he'd take care of him.

The one person he didn't want to face right now, was yeosang—because he was right.

"can you kiss over them?"

San froze, looking deeply into wooyoungs eyes. "what?"

"cover the bruises with....your kisses instead."

San stared back at wooyoung with widened eyes.

"please"

San gulped, setting the towel down to cover wooyoungs still nude body.

"but wouldn't that bring back—"

"just do it"

The older exhaled, he lifted his hand to softly rest on wooyoung face. His lips brushed along wooyoungs neck, he left gentle kisses in every place he saw a bruise.

He disconnected himself from the boys neck, "where else?" he questioned. Wooyoung pointed to his collarbone—then to his chest, then to his thighs, then to his lips.

A tear ran down sans face as wooyoung continued to point out the places he was.....abused in.

"please kiss them....that way i'll only think of you"

San gulped, he kissed the top of the boys head.  He then began kissing all of the places wooyoungs wanted him to.

He started at his collarbone, pressing his lips along it. After that he made his way to down to wooyoungs bare chest, he looked up for any type of discomfort—and to his surprise, there was none.

He lowered himself to wooyoungs thighs, he kissed each and every spot, making sure to leave nothing untouched.

Finally—he made his way back up. He stared at the damaged boy for a moment before smiling softly, he put both hands on the boys face, leaning in.

San kissed his lips gently, as if they'd break.

He treated them like a delicate glass, as if kissing too hard would make the boy shatter, and in a way—it would.

They pulled away, tears in their eyes—but smiles on their faces.

San couldn't deny,

wooyoung was the owner of his heart.