WooSan oneshots (English)

Mafia

"Anything else Sir?" The guard, Yunho, asked.

"No. That's all. Leave." San said, turning his back. Yunho left along with the other guards. They knew what "begone" meant. It meant that the prisoner they'd just left with San was about to regret every action they ever made.

San was the son of the head of the mafia - Hongjoong. But Hongjoong was sick and old, hardly able to walk. And so San was in charge for now.

"You thought you could turn your back on my father like that? Just run off and act like you were never a traitor? You were foolish to believe that." San cracked his neck, "And I'm going to make you wish you hadn't."

For 30 minutes, all that could be heard from San's office were cries of pain and shouts for help. Then...silence.

Wooyoung hated his job. For several reasons. The first was that he simply hated what he had to do. He was no murderer. He loathed bringing people in for punishment and seeing them come out either severely injured, or in a body bag. Wooyoung was a good person and this job was not what he wanted to do with his life. He was only here because of his father Seongwha, who was a partner and close friend of the mafia leader and vowed to always be there to help. Secondly, how could anyone enjoy working with - and let alone for - their ex childhood friend? And...their childhood crush. Yes - crush.

Wooyoung and San had been close like brothers in their youth. And as they grew up together, Wooyoung's feelings grew to more than just friendship and he began to see San in a different light. But they got older and were made to be more involved in the mafia work. Then San's father fell deathly ill when San was only 19 and he had to step into his shoes and take over. It was such a big job for someone so young. Wooyoung knew that San was not a murderer either. San had mentioned many times growing up that he hated the whole mafia thing. But he also knew that San deeply cared for his father and would do anything for him. Even become the one thing he never wanted to become.

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*𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞*

San clutched the desk tightly as the body was carried out. He slammed his fist down on the table when he was alone. Again and again until his knuckles began to bleed. "Fuck" he cursed when he saw the damage he'd done to both the desk and his hand.

He sat down heavily on his chair and looked at his phone. 22:16. Relatively late. Most people in the house would be asleep by now. San then looked more at his lockscreen, and he smiled. For the first time that day. His lockscreen was a picture of him and Wooyoung when they were children. Wooyoung was on his back as they both pulled a funny face at the camera. Wooyoung was the reason San smiled. And yet also a common reason why San cried. On top of the stress of running the business, looking after his father, making sure everything was going smoothly, there was not a lot of time for San to think about his own feelings. And he had a lot of feelings. Not that anyone seemed to care. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair despairingly, staring at the wall.

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It was nearly midnight when San made it to his bedroom. All he wanted to do was forget about today, but he saw the note on his bed left for him by his father.

𝑺𝒐𝒏,
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑺𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓