Wooyoung rushed back to his dorm, stomping down the side walk and into his building. He unlocked the door quickly, slamming it open.

San raised his eyes to the door, he didn't look surprised at all—but this wasn't the time to gawk over how cool he looked.

"what's got you all worked up?"

Wooyoung scoffed and closed the door behind himself, stomping his way over to sans bed. "did you fucking beat up seonghwa you crazy bastard?" he yelled.

Sans whole aura changed, his eyes darkening.

"ah, i figured that would come up soon" he spoke calmly, setting his phone gently on his bed.

Wooyoung didn't like how calm the other was being, he didn't even try to deny it. What makes it worse is—if he did deny it, wooyoung would have probably believed him.

"why did you do that...?"

San inhaled and stood up, walking towards wooyoung so he was right in front of him. "because i want you" he spoke, examining all of wooyoungs features.

"what?"

Wooyoungs confidence faded—at this point, he was a bit...afraid. He backed away from san slightly, a scared expression on his face.

"don't look at me like that" san whispered, hating how terrified wooyoung looked. That's one thing he didn't like, the scared expression, it makes him feel horrible about himself.

"i-i'm sorry" wooyoung gulped, forcing his eyes to look at the floor. "i never said stop looking at me" san spoke, walking closer to the boy as he backed up.

San eventually backed him into the wall, he used his index finger to lift the boys chin. "look at me"

He tilted his head with a sick smile, loving how cornered he had the smaller.

"do you love your friends?" san asked suddenly.

Wooyoung nodded as san looked hungrily at his lips, "well....if you love your friends—you should be mine"  he whispered against the boys mouth.

"what...?" wooyoung breathed.

"we wouldn't want them getting hurt right?"

Wooyoung realized what the boy was saying, he gasped, feeling his face go hot because of the urge to cry.

"they'll all end up just like poor-poor seonghwa" san spoke, fake sympathy dripping from every word.

He rested his hands on the wall, putting both of them on each side of wooyoungs head. "you won't touch anyone, you won't speak to anyone but teachers—and most importantly, you will not go anywhere without telling me"

Wooyoung grimaced, he couldn't help but think of his friends, well, yunho. If yunho got hurt, it would be his fault.

"i got it"

"good"

There it was again, san went back to his usual laid back facade. He smiled and walked back to his bed, laying down.

"come here" he said, opening his arms.

Wooyoung wanted to cry so bad, but he couldn't. He walked over slowly and removed his shoes—then laid down next to san.

San nuzzled his head into wooyoungs neck, making his small body lay on top of him.

"we should smoke later" he said in the crook of the boys neck.

Wooyoung nodded silently.

"answer."

"y-yes"

"good."

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A/n: hope you enjoyed!! mwah love you

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