Best Served Cold

Chapter 30

Where was he? He didn't know. It smelt horrible, almost like the stench of cleaning supplies everywhere. He blinked his eyes open again and he saw a familiar ceiling. He glanced over to his left where the sobs were coming from and saw a tuft of hair. Who? He reached over and placed his hand on the person who jolted up. Oh.

"San," He said in a hoarse voice before he found himself breaking down in tears. "San."

"Wooyoung, you're up," the male said quickly while wiping away his tears and pulled Wooyoung into a tight hug.

"San," Wooyoung choked out, finding it difficult to say more than just his name. What could he even say? What should he even say? He didn't know. All he could think of was how sorry he felt for San to have to go through that as he hugged him in return. His body felt sore all over but it wasn't the pleasant kind. His head hurt too from knocking it and also from the stress he felt after yesterday's incident.

"Are you alright? Do you feel pain anywhere? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"M-more importantly, are you alright?" Wooyoung asked while gripping onto San's arms tightly.

"I asked you first."

"I'm okay, I think. Just my head hurts."

"Thank god," San said and buried his face on his neck. Wooyoung gave him gentle pats on his head and blinked slowly.

"Um..."

"Hmm?"

"Your...butt doesn't hurt?"

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"Well, I don't know... You have been the top in our relationship so..."

"I'm okay. It wasn't that bad. It didn't go that deep in," San replied and placed a kiss on his forehead. Wooyoung winced a little and San looked at him worriedly.

"Okay." He wondered if that had brought back the bad memories from before but San didn't say anything else. They just hugged tightly until San eventually sat up.

"We should report it to the police."

"Huh? But we went to them. They won't care," Wooyoung said softly.

"So you're just going to let this happen again?" San asked with a frown.

"NO! I'll make sure S doesn't go after you. All I have to do i-"

"Sacrifice yourself?"

Wooyoung flinched and nodded a little. San sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Wooyoung, you shouldn't have to do this. This is not something you have to endure."

"But there's nothing else I can do but to endure," Wooyoung sobbed. "He said he would stop after a few more times. If I don't listen..."

"I was caught off guard yesterday. It won't happen again," San said and Wooyoung shook his head.

"I don't want to put you in danger again, San. Please..."

"No, Wooyoung. Let's just go to the police, please?"

Wooyoung whined and pursed his lips, rocking his body impulsively until San held his arms, rubbing them gently.

"I'll go with you. Together. They have to do something about it."

He didn't want to. He didn't want to be disappointed again by hoping to be saved by people who didn't give a shit about him. He sighed and nodded though, not wanting to argue with San about this. His boyfriend got out of bed and opened his closet, pulling out some clothes for them to change into. Wooyoung changed slowly before taking notice that he was in his pajamas. Was it San or S? He didn't know since he passed out but not that he felt like asking at this moment.