One Way Or Another | Sansang

- Escape -

Yeosang did not like the sound of that, he really didn't. It made it even worse when San literally is a killer and could gut him like a fish or anyone else. 

He was not having it; but followed San anyways since he was being dragged and he wasn't that strong to fight back so he let it be. He was finally dragged into San's room; it was just the two of them and only them well not really since Wooyoung was passed out in the living room. Yeosang was scared for his life he should've of made a run for it especially when he had the chances.
It was so weird for him because it went from hanging out then someone made a game awkward to out of nowhere, San was being well...San. The door was shut behind them and San pushed yeosang down on the bed, he was sitting on it when San trapped him between himself and the bed. Yeosang looked up at him nervously but tried to hide it he didn't know what was gonna happen but he was a bit scared and wasn't use to this, he really wasn't at all.

Today was weird enough and then this happening unreleased something inside of him that he never thought he had nor felt. Next thing he knew was that he felt San's lips on his, the kiss was heated and filled with love but also lust, then the tongues got involved while San hovered above yeosang without him really knowing; he was that smooth. The lip biting, tongue pulling and short gasps for air made yeosang feel some type of way, and he didn't know why he liked it. He then felt San's lips on his jawline to his neck; sucking and biting it. He couldn't help but let out small whimpers sometimes he tried not too by biting his lip but it didn't work most of the time, the big hands running up and down his made him shiver this was their first time getting like this in fact it was yeosang's first time getting hickies or feeling a pair of lips anywhere else on his body, he was lost in thoughts he didn't notice San was marking the hell out of him until he let out a small yelp feeling him bite down onto yeosang's collarbone gently but enough to where yeosang could feel it.

He hitched his breath when he felt San's hands slide up his shirt, gazing over his sensitive buds. He was in the state of not knowing what to do but when he felt San stop touching him he was confused but when San picked him up to where his back wasn't on the bed anymore; his face was close to San's chest he gripped onto his shirt holding onto him, he felt a slight pain as if something was injected into him; he tried looking at San but he gasped when he felt San's big ass hands grip his ass. "S-sannie--" but he couldn't finish when he felt something else but the needle caused him pain; it did hurt him since he was getting injected with something and he was getting stabbed with needles on his back, he couldn't fight back since San had a grip on him.

Yeosang didn't know what to think since they went from that to whatever the hell San was doing; he couldn't say anything in this state it was as if he did, something didn't sit right; this was the second time San did this and doing this at such a weird timing made yeosang think, he was already tired but whatever was injected into him made him feel more tired, sluggish even. 
He couldn't process what was happening he couldn't exactly move his body even by himself, San had to do it. Next thing he knew San had him laying down and all he could hear was San before he blacked out; although he was there he wasn't mentally and then it hit him was this the plan all along?

"Don't worry Sangie, I'll take good care of you..just trust me."

What did he mean by that? What was he gonna do? Why was San doing this but why did yeosang always stay calm and didn't cry for help or try to fight back but then again if he did, he knew something worse would happen. Why was he always sticking around and not trying to leave this place but yet again if he did where would he go? He could barely trust anyone and the poor didn't understand anything of this, not even himself. He doesn't even understand himself. It made him think was this all just a set up against him and was this the plan they were talking about.

Thoughts came running in but eventually stopped when he finally fell back into place.


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Time skip

Yeosang woke up this time without a throbbing headache which surprised him; but in his defense he was numb all around but he didn't care at this point. He glanced around the room then to his side and saw San still sleeping; it was still a bit dark outside when he looked at the window, he tried to sit up slowly trying not to wake San up but his body felt sore too. He didn't know what San did but he was praying it wouldn't ruin his body, he uncovered himself feeling cold all of a sudden, he decided to check himself and saw a lot of marks on his chest and neck. It was like San was trying to eat him, his eyes were widen he did remember San marking him but not this much. 

He wasn't having it anymore he wanted to get out of there even if it kills him, he couldn't let the loving thoughts and feelings get to him anymore. He knew what was best for him or did he? 
He took this as a chance to leave and that's what he did, he got off the bed slowly but for some reason he poked San to see if he would wake up or if he was asleep but the guy was in a deep sleep it was like he was dead. He sighed in relief happy that San didn't wake up, he put on a jacket sliding on some shoes and grabbed his phone although he wasn't sure if he needed it he did. He opened the door as it was creaking a bit but he slid out though the crack shutting it behind him; He walked quietly down the hall and checked in the living room remembering Wooyoung was passed out and he still was but just in a different position. 

He took a deep breath, praying that he could get away with this and get out using the front door, hoping it wasn't locked and to his surprise it wasn't. He stopped for a bit thinking to himself 

Should I really do this?

But he gained courage and left, shutting the door behind him a small wave of regret came to him but he ignored it he finally left and he had the courage too. He looked behind him for one last time; was he really doing this? Was he dreaming did he actually step out of the house by himself? but at this time, it made him feel strange but this was his chance and he took it. He just stood on the porch looking around taking a deep breath before walking down the steps.

This is it, there's no way I'm going back. I'm going to call you out with as much as the proof I have.