sin - woosan

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"What the fuck was that, Wooyoung?!" Yeosang yelled from beside him. "I told you you should let go of her, she's with somebody else. You're only hurting her the more you show up in her life. It's hard enough to leave your love, but when they're constantly there, and you can't be with them, that's even worse." Yeosang almost broke down, in the memory of his former lover; he missed him dearly.

Wooyoung panicked, "I'm sorry, Yeo, but I couldn't help it. When I hear her voice, I follow it. It's almost like it's been instilled in me ever since we got together..." The younger mumbled, actively trying to calm the other, who seemed to be pushing him away.

"It's okay, Woo. Just don't run off to her, you might be making her life harder by moping around for her. She'd want you to move on; trust me." Wooyoung nodded dimly, not really registering what the older was saying. He was still going to try, first loves never die they said, so he was going to make it worth it.

Instead of saying anything, he just held onto Yeosang and led him back to his apartment, before he decided to go out for a late night walk. He would usually take his car for these kinds of late night drives, but today thought it was best if he kept himself 'in shape'. After today, he unlocked a new insecurity he'd have to work on.

He never really had the chance to hate his body, since he was always surrounded by people who made that seem normal. But ever since he saw his ex girlfriend's new fiancé, he felt like he needed to be more like him to get her back. Even though their relationship was never built on social standards or appearances, he was afraid her parents wouldn't like how he looked, so if he wanted Jiho back, he'd have to work for it.

On this walk, he didn't notice where his legs were taking him, he just knew he was nearby his house. While strolling around, he convinced himself on buying a bicycle to help with his 'journey', as he liked to call it. From afar, he heard noises, and knew that he had to steer away from them, but for some unknown reason, his curiosity took the better of him once he heard a silky voice, almost luring him into another huge mess — that accurately representing his current life.

Making his way to the voices, he tried to act as casual as possible, not to raise awareness, or make it seem he wanted to take part in those activities. He knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but with that voice speaking up again, he noticed a tang of familiarity behind the unique tone. He tried to rack his mind to put a name on the voice, but everytime he would get close, it would end up creating a black silhouette, causing Wooyoung to groan.

A gruff, deep voice was heard after that, "I don't know about that, Master. We don't have too much information on him."

This is bad, and Wooyoung knew it, but why was this making him more intrigued. Stepping closer, he stopped right before he would make himself known to the figures. He could make out three standing males, and one seated figure.

"Does it look like I care? I need to have a talk with him. He might ruin my plans, and I won't let anyone do that." The 'Master' sighed, as he turned to the side, then stared back at his men. "Now leave," he shooed them away with his hands. "Not you, Mings. You stay here."

The two other men bowed before saying, "yes sir, yes," before scurrying off to who knows where.

Wooyoung decided that this would be the best time to leave, choosing not to hear the rest of the conversation, and instead head home to reunite with his comforting bed.

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"What the fuck was that, Jiho? Who was he, hm?" San's voice lowered an octave, sending shivers down Jiho's spine. "Tell me," he growled out, "and remember darling, I'll always find out." He whispered as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

Jiho didn't like the change in mood, she liked the nice, smiley San, not whatever monster this was. So, like an obedient child, she answered honestly. "H-he's m-my ex," she whispered, barely audible.

"Louder," San said, annoyed by having to strain his ear to hear her response.

Wooyoung would've heard, she sighed at the thought of her now ex, although she hated calling him that. He was much more special than that. Her heart soared when she saw him mouth the words she's never had the chance of hearing from him, but it also broke her in half when she remembered she will never be able to hear it, not now, not ever.

"Times ticking, and you still haven't answered me. You really want me to find out the hard way?" San said, tapping on his wristwatch impatiently.

"He's my ex," she said louder this time.

San looked up in amusement, cocking an eyebrow up while a devilish laugh escaped his lips. "Well," he took a pause in between his sentence before continuing where he left off. "He seems to not be over you, angel, but that's okay. I'll make sure he never interferes in our relationship again, hm?"

She simply nodded, ready to go home already. Noticing this, San suggested taking her home. She planned on refusing at first, but once he showed her his dashing smile, she couldn't find it in her to reject.

On the way to her parents house, — since she had no where else to go after her breakup with Wooyoung — the San she saw back there seemed to have disappeared, as the San that sat next to her was laughing at her jokes, flirting here and there, and overall just smiley and happy when being around her. This was the San she liked, and she vowed she'd keep him that way, not wanting to see his other side again.

"We're here, princess. Take a good rest, and text me before you sleep, okay?" He kissed her cheek before she opened the door to the car, making her giggle lightly.

"Will do, Sannie," she said in a high pitched tone. San smiled at her, and watched her leave with a wave.

Once she left, his face transformed from his dimpled smile to his usual scowl. "Blekh," he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Can't believe dad forced me into this," he whispered, dialing up his best friend's number. "Mingi," he smiled while calling out for his friend.

"Boss?" Mingi asked weirdly.

"Don't talk to me like that when we're alone," San replied, dissatisfied by the name he was given.

"How was I supposed to know you were alone, San? Also, what if I wasn't alone, huh?" Mingi questioned from the other line.

"Okay, shut up Mingi. Rile up the men, and meet me by the alley. I have something important to talk about." San commanded, going back to his usual professional demeanor.

"Yes sir," Mingi said, knowing that when talked that way, he should always refer to him as 'sir' or 'master', but he's long past the 'master' phase. He was usually confused as to what San wanted; no names or what? Either way, soon after that, the two hung up the phone, and made their way to said location.

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a/n: how's this besties? hope u liked this chap~