I got you kid - ateez/woosan

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"San, I need to talk to you." Hongjoong walked up to the man, who was getting their bags packed once again.

It was the next day, around ten in the morning, and Hongjoong wanted to leave as early as possible. He didn't want to waste a single minute, especially when Wooyoung's life was potentially on the line.

San looked up and smiled at the leader before motioning for him to continue.

"I know how much you love Wooyoung and how you will do anything to protect him, but-"

"You don't want me being reckless?" San looked at the leader knowingly.

"How-"

"Joong I'm not stupid. It's easy to tell when you're worried," San chuckled.

"I'm rightfully worried though. Wooyoung has a target on his back and I don't want you doing something stupid because of that."

"If you think I'm going to go on a search for these hitmen and take them all out myself, then you can rest assured that I won't. Like you said, I love Wooyoung so much, but I would never put myself in that kind of danger and risk possibly getting killed. And I'm not just saying that because I care about myself, no. If I died, Wooyoung would be devastated, so ultimately I'm not going to risk my life solely for his sake," San stated, pausing his packing to cross his arms and stare at the leader to make his point.

"This is the exact reason why I am thankful and blessed to have that boy around. If he wasn't around, you'd probably be dead by now."

"Yeah, I know." San shrugged and continued to pack.

"Where is he anyways?" Hongjoong questioned as he looked around the room, not spotting Wooyoung.

"Jongho asked for him. I think he said he needed some personal information so he could access more secure files," San explained.

Hongjoong knew how crazy Jongho's tech brain could work, and if that meant needing some private information from Wooyoung, then so be it. Though, most of the time Jongho was always trying to find ways around asking the boy. But if he had no other way to access the files that he needed, then Jongho had no choice but to ask Wooyoung the more invading questions.

"When are we leaving?" San asked.

"I plan to be out of here by noon."

San just nodded and Hongjoong left, to go finish packing his own belongings.

•••

"So you have no idea what he meant by saying you're not the only thing that brings them money?" Jongho questioned.

Wooyoung sat on Jongho's bed and shook his head no. He truly had no clue. Maybe there was a side job or illegal business, but Wooyoung wasn't allowed to know about anything financially or business-related.

"Well, your father was, and your mother is, a part of a criminal organization. As far as I know, that's where your mother was able to get all of these hitmen because of her connections."

Wooyoung sat wide-eyed. He had so many questions.

"How long have they been a part of that?"

"About eleven years."

When Wooyoung was five. It all made sense now. Ever since he was five, his parents stopped caring about him and forced him into modelling. All because they became criminals and were affiliated with a criminal organization.

"Did they kill?"

Jongho could see the dreadful look on the boy's face. There was no denying that Wooyoung was having trouble taking all the information in, and by answering that question Jongho was going to make it worse.