One Way Or Another | Sansang

- Dami -

San dragged yeosang with him to his motorcycle; bringing the other with him. Yeosang wrapped his arms around San's very snatched waist, taking a gulp. This wasn't the first time he was on San's motorcycle but he was very scared to even get on, cause who knows what could happen.
"I have a few good spots in mind, don't worry sangie." San spoke and as he did he started the motorcycle and took off, driving a bit too fast; zooming past cars and people even trying to walk across the street. Yeosang felt anxious this man was literally not only putting other people's life in danger but their own too, yeosang could hold onto San and pray nothing bad will happen. With a quick turn yeosang possibly knew where San was going, but then it took a dark turn when San started driving down an alleyway.

Where the hell is this man taking me? Should I be scared or not? Cause sadly I already am

San stopped the motorcycle behind a place; he got off and yeosang just looked around shaking a bit because of where they were at and the ride was very dangerous. He had to admit at least it wasn't dark outside cause then it would be worse, very worse. San gave him a look; yeosang looked back and somehow managed to stop shaking he could hear music blasting from inside the place, if it was a club couldn't they just going in from the front? Why be so extra and come in from the back? And mostly important yeosang didn't trust San being in a club full of people especially since first; he's a killer and second the boy is literally carrying a gun plus with a blade. He hopped off of the motorcycle as San held him close; just opening the back door without any knocking or calling out. When they stepped in, the music was blasting still and lights were going crazy; yeosang looked around staying close by San. He could easily get lost in here, he felt a gentle tap on him as he looked at San who was offering him the blade; yeosang was surprised and staring at him but took the blade hiding it in the pocket hoping no one saw. 

"Just for protection, I won't leave your side but if you try something and you get lost. Use that, okay?" San whispered to yeosang, no one could hear them really but just in case someone could; whispering was the way. Yeosang just nodded in response, a bit scared the place they were in; San walked deeper into the place as people were crowded in a place. Dancing and drinking, even some people smoking against the wall; others stared at yeosang and San, was he in the wrong place? Wasn't he or San not suppose to be here? He looked down at himself and San; between him and San, yeosang looked like a small blueberry meanwhile San was like a bodyguard for a celebrity. San stopped in his tracks when some girl came up to him, flashing the two a kind warm smile; although she looked like she could kick your ass the way she spoke and looked at the two was welcoming. She shook San's hand then yeosang's who did a small bow.

"Hello! I'm Dami, San's friend. You must be yeosang, isn't that right?" Her gaze went onto yeosang who was to distracted at what was happening around him; but his eyes met Dami's as she was polite waiting for an answer. "Oh- yeah, I'm yeosang!" Dami gave a quick look between the two before speaking. "San has told me a lot about you, it's so nice to see you in person." 

The only thing running across yeosang's mind was; why did they come from the back? Why were people staring at him were they judging him? Was San telling everyone about him? Did Dami know San would kill people? Was this his chance to tell someone without being judged or laughed at and even called crazy? Despite how Dami was just like San; tattoos and piercing and short hair, she seemed very sweet. He was too lost in thought he didn't realize the two were talking and that San was dragging him to the bar; which he followed San, stumbling a little as he did so. The two sat down as Dami was asking them, "What kind of drink do you want?" 
"You know what I always get." San responded sending her a quick wink; which she sent one back before their eyes went onto yeosang's. "Do you drink love?" Dami asked washing a cup. 

Yeosang didn't drink neither smoke; he wasn't the type too. He found it bad, and it was. But the place he was in said otherwise. "I'm sorry I-I don't drink.." He thought Dami would judge him or San so he just whispered it, only for San to hear who just casually smirked; sitting with his arms crossed before talking to Dami. "He'll have water." Yeosang kept looking down a little embarrassed; he was afraid of getting judged and not seen as cool but the two were understanding and not forcing him too which made him feel happy. He felt comfort when San pulled him close; putting his arm behind yeosang when others sat by yeosang; he really was protective and all San's. Words but also actions showed it a lot. 

Yeosang watched as Dami made the drinks; but giving others their's first before heading San his bottle of alcohol and yeosang his glass of water, yeosang widen his eyes at the huge bottle San got. Was San really gonna drink that and go out driving? Drunk-driving? Was he out of his head? Yeosang didn't want to point it out but gave Dami a worried look; to his surprise she was worried too but she mouthed a "Don't worry" Maybe San would do it a lot, he was crazy driving enough so why not add to it? Yeosang took a small sips of his water, swallowing it quickly when San spoke. 

"Hey baby? I'll be right back, okay?" 

"Mhm! I'll be right here!"

"That's my good boy..oh also..."

Yeosang looked at San waiting for what was gonna be said; San's hand was on yeosang's as he leaned into Yeosang's ears, sending a shiver down his spine as San began to speak....