naked || woosan

05

-ˏˋ san wanted to punch someone ˊˎ

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san steered his black tesla up a long driveway, his fingers nervously drumming against the steering wheel. the drive ended at the top of the hill where an enormous modern mansion stood in the otherwise sparse landscape. he knew the cold glass and angled rooves well – well enough to want to turn his car around and drive straight back to campus.

he parked in next to an excessive line of luxury vehicles worth more than most people would see in their lives. his car looked like a cardboard box in comparison.

"you're late."

a girl's voice called to him. she was waiting at the front step of the house. san grinned as he stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him.

"you should be happy i showed up at all."

"i am loser," she rolled her eyes once he approached. "dad's been grilling me all day about my school grades and mom... well, she's gotten well into the wine again. maybe more than that... i don't know."

san winced. he felt horrible every time he left yuna, his kid sister, at the house with those two. his parents. or possibly better described as prison guards. 

they were the worst kind of people – snobby and vicious. his entire childhood felt like military training meant to physically and verbally beat any sort of individuality out of him so he could be the perfect star son. and that was when his father was in a good mood. when he lost out on a business deal or his stocks fell a few points, the home turned from bad to worse. the yelling. the punching. the bruises san had to hide with concealer so that no one at school would notice.

whenever his father's rage turned on his sister, san had always acted out to take the attention away from her. after a while, he grew numb to it. it still hurt but by the time he was in high school, he no longer cared to win over his father. if san knew anything, he knew nothing he could ever do would make his father approve of him. 

if they only knew he was a bisexual stripper now. his father would have a stroke.

he could hardly stand returning to the upper-class hell hole, even if it was just for his dinner once a week. it was only his sister that he really cared to visit. he knew it was selfish to leave her there with those two demons while he was enjoying the freedom that university provided. the guilt plagued him constantly. she didn't deserve it any more than he did.

"are you staying the weekend?" yuna's eyes were hopeful as she gave him a sharp finger jab in the arm. 

"i can't," san grimaced. "i have to leave right after dinner. work."

"take me to work with you!"

san snorted. "i'm not taking you to the strip club."

"damn, maybe next time." yuna looked disappointed. "it fucking sucks here san. they're getting worse."

"it's just a year kid," san tried to reassure her. "just a year left of high school, then you're out of here."

"a year is literally forever."

"i promise it'll fly by yun," san put his arm around her shoulder and stared at the front door. "now what do you say we get this dinner over with. i'll tell dad that i'm dropping out of school to join the circus so he won't bother you about your grades."

"maybe i should join the circus." yuna joked.

san snickered. "you'd make an excellent clown."