One Way Or Another | Sansang

- Imposing -

He stared at the text, his thumb hovering above his phone; the unknown number spooked him, who would be watching him? The two were busy and the other two were right in front of him. His mind went wandering, could it have been the person the two were with? But if so, wouldn't he have told San? He didn't care if they told Seonghwa, but if it was San oh dear; how would he explain it to him? Again to yeosang, this wasn't so surprising this was happening since with the people he was with did have rivals. But who could it be, that's all he wants to know. But the soft voice of San's calling him brought him back to life and out of space. He mumbled an apology and hoped onto the motorcycle of San's putting his phone away before holding onto San tightly. "Is everything okay?" San asked, starting the motorcycle. "Yep, everything is. Just tired." Yeosang replied, lying obviously. San just nodded letting out a breathy "okay" Before driving off following the others. 

Yeosang held onto San, sighing as he held and stayed against the other while he was taking off and driving; passing by cars and buildings, the city life brushing on him and visible to his eyes the way he passed by places he once knew and loved made him vision things and memories..the fact he was moving into someone's new place with his lover just to get away from well, a lot. Made him rethink some things, would running away even solve it? Should he just rat out where San is? He wanted too so badly, but with the way San has been acting made him feel some type as way as if he was manipulating the other and next thing you know he could change the way he acted and words he would use. Then it hit him from earlier the black mysterious bag that was handed to San made him think otherwise, his thinking flipped like a gymnast doing a huge backflip without stopping; like a circle that has no end, like that number that never ever ends..that's how his mind was like, his mind and life would similar; very bad and questionable at times.

What was in that bag? And why was it so important to get during a time they were very vusy trying to get away with things? What was that white stuff and what was the blade even going to be used for? What else could be in that bag? Who even was the person anyways..could it be someone he knew? Maybe, Dami? Someone he never met but San knows? Or could it just be a random stranger that was dropping something off?

With the side of his face, burying into San's back he nuzzled the other; staying close. Breathing in his scent, he would miss this when he would run off so might as well enjoy it before it's gone, right? They stopped at a streetlight; people entering and exiting buildings, crossing the road; walking on the sidewalk. He even spot a police officer who was patrolling, one, two then three wait no four police officers as if they were looking for something or someone, maybe San. Or they could just be....there making sure people are okay and nothing's wrong or most likely on break? He watched them though with his eyes, before one looked back; panic and his heart rate just raised like flames in a fire if you burn gasoline on it. 

At the worst timing, San checked up on him; spotting the other staring at whoever, when he realized he raised an eyebrow before looking up and noticing. He actually knew the officer. The officer just looked and then away but then looked back, catching San's look. The officer alerted the others as they started whispering to each other pulling some paper like poster out, looking at it before shouting to stop. San knew exactly, this was the time to take off in speed. The others already knew something was wrong, within seconds they zoomed off. San's hands gripping onto the motorcycle handles, speeding like his life depended on it. Again not giving a care in the world, If he didn't the police officers would've of caught them but to yeosang's surprise they didn't look like they were going for San, nope not just San. But him too..

They knew the officers wouldn't chase them on foot since there was no chance they would catch them, since they were speeding they were well, breaking laws. But it was nothing new, yeosang gripped onto San as if they would really save him if they got into an accident but knowing him, he felt safe with him even if he was the one putting his life in risk. A few moments later, they arrived at a mansion a bit bigger San's house and was gated in with big black gates; something you wouldn't really see unless you're at someplace were only rich people could afford it.

There was no houses by it nor around it, It had it's own little area; not really little but you get the idea, the gates open and they entered casually as if nothing happened it was like everything went by fast although it took an hour and a half to get there; this was the place he would living at now. This would be his home, for now. Wouldn't be forever though since he would run away.

He glanced up at the place, studying it. Everything was like new to him, he wasn't sure how this would look; he wondered if the inside would look as good as the outside did. The difference between the others were huge; San, with a bunch of money he had was casual and living a normal life but the others were extra. He hopped off of the motorcycle and San did after, the others stepping out of the car; meeting up at the car as the car trunks opened, yeosang tilted his head still looking at the place, he couldn't help it; it was too beautiful. But someone speaking caught his attention...

"Well, you guys ready? This will be our own big place, no one will know we're here or know what would be happening."