San adores Yeosang, a bit too much so he shows affection in the weirdest way possible. (Language, fluff, smut, angst, Violence)
May have spelling errors, do not do this in real life, this is only a fanfic don't take it seriously!
// Tw for this chapter ig-?? knives and more stuff is involved so i warned you!
Yeosang took a deep breath before literally going through everything of San's, first he dig into San's nightstand exploring every drawer but nothing was in there expect a few guitar picks, a box of tissues a empty pack of cigarettes and a pen. He went to the other nightstand that was on the side of the bed he was sleeping it and this time there was nothing it was completely empty, he sighed in relief a bit happy he didn't find anything really disturbing like a piece of paper covered in blood or a human body part. His next option was to look under the bed and to his surprise he found a small wooden box but it was locked; he tried opening it without finding a key or anything else to open it though if he did the box would break and San would exactly know what he was doing or at least trying to do.
He groaned setting the box on the bed now looking around for a key or something to open the box luckily he found a bobby pin; didn't even question it he used it to open the box. It took a little while since it was he first time breaking into something and going through someone's stuff, no wave of regret going through San's stuff came to his mind. He knew what he was doing was the right thing to do and he would bring justice, stopping the crimes he was doing but why was he doing it? Finally he opened the box to be face to face with a knife, it looked pretty clean as if it was a collection and San cleaned it recently and it was an collection piece. It was so clean the boy could see his reflection, he wasn't scared since people did collect a little strange things, he picked up the knife carefully he could tell the knife was very sharp due to the tip of it. He rotated the knife in his hands getting a good look to it and as he did so, the words engraved onto the knife made him question everything. The words read, "You're mine"
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Yeosang just blinked staring at it, thinking to himself letting the thoughts roll into him like thunder does on a very stormy cloudy day. I mean I can't judge it's a cool knife I suppose but why would he lock in it a box? Oh yeosang you dumbfuck it's an collection he just wants to keep it safe...just...like how he wants to keep you safe..AH no no let's not get upset and flustered over him right now, he's definitely a murder and you know it just get your proof, get clues and just call him out! Why do you like him anyways?!
Yeosang shook his head getting out of the thoughts, setting the knife back into the box keeping it on the bed looking around for more things, his eyes met his desk something was totally calling his name to go check over there and that's what he did. First thing he checked was the red notebook on the desk, flipping through pages but the only thing yeosang could find were drawings and sketches some of them looked like San's tattoos, he found a page with random numbers but didn't care much for it and took it as maybe; bills he had to pay or the money he had and if it was money he had, then damn San was really rich well of course he was due to the house he lived in it. Yeosang shut the notebook finding nothing really interesting, he started digging through the drawers and when he pulled out the first one to check it.
He gulped, a huge book was in there but it wasn't just a normal book or a fresh book that San got from the library in town, it was a really old fashion type of book. Ones you really couldn't get in libraries it looked like it came from the museum; yeosang being as careful as he was, picked the book up setting it on the desk although when he did a polaroid slipped out. He bit his lip picking it up off the ground, dusting anything on it using the shirt he was wearing. He did not want anything of his finger prints on it. He looked at the photo it was a teenage boy with someone that looked like him and was extremely close to him, he flipped it to the back reading the words that were written on with marker almost fading, if the book was old of course the photo was too, the words read. "Last moments with you, i love you son." and that made yeosang's heart clench, not only did he understand how hard it was to lose parents but he also felt extremely bad for San. San looked very happy in the photo but his smile also screamed sadness; it was like a photo taken before his dad left. But it made yeosang question a lot in the photo.
As to what happened? why was it their last moment and what caused it to be their last moment? He really wanted to now, he felt bad for snooping now but that voice in his head told him to keep going and that's exactly what he did so. He set the picture down, not daring to take a look at it again. He dusted the book off the same way he did like the picture. He was too busy snooping and being curious, a bit too curious. He didn't hear his phone go off; a message that came through not too long ago.
Sannie 💕
Sangiiieeeee we're on our way now! we stopped to get food :)
Yeosang bit his lip he turned the page of the book, there was no title to it since it was handed to San by his father; and just signed by his father, should he even go through this stuff? It wasn't none of his business. He just wanted to look for things for evidence and turn San in and completely forget about him. But this felt super wrong to him; he shouldn't go through the things San's father had left for him, but he gave in and opened it, seeing writing in red pen.
But he was froze and too stunned to speak, when he saw the names of victims from the previous murders marked off. He was lost in his thoughts almost having a panic attack; until he heard a motorcycle and car getting closer and closer then the noise stopped hearing doors slammed shut. And people laughing and talking; meanwhile he was inside scared for his life.
He ran to the window peeking seeing that Wooyoung, San and that pick-haired boy were coming to the front door babbling their mouths off. He panicked seeing they were so close to walk in.
He ran to the desk to grab the book and put it up, but he bumped into the desk hitting his hip causing himself to drop the book as pieces of paper fell out of it; leaving a mess on the floor. In a panic yeosang decided to pick that up last he quickly shut the box that the knife was in and quickly put it under the bed. He panicked more when he heard the door being unlocked and the voices echoed through the house; in a hurry he tried picking up the paper that was everywhere quickly and trying to put it back in the book neatly.
"Sangie! We're here!" No response from yeosang since he was too busy cleaning.
"Sangie? Are you okay baby?" This time yeosang gulped trying his best not to stutter as he replied back, "Y-yes I'm fine!" But he failed miserably. The three boys in the house gave each other a look before called out again, "Baby I'm coming to check on you." And with those words and footsteps that were heard getting closer, yeosang picked the last piece of paper placing it into the book, opening the drawer and putting it in the desk. But he froze when he could see a shadow in the doorway beside him and he didn't dare to look at it, his hand was still on the drawer handle.
"Yeosang." And he knew that was San, he felt a huge wave of regret take over his body. What was going to happen now? Why was he so nosy and sure that San was a murderer but most importantly...why did he let a stupid feeling and thoughts take over his whole entire life now?
He stayed still with his own little voice inside his head replaying a few words over and over again.
