Every Time After

Television

San hoped that Wooyoung would wait for him so he could ask him what he wanted from the gym but by the time he was done washing up and made his way to the gates, Wooyoung was nowhere to be found. He groaned and rubbed his neck, wondering what it was that Wooyoung wanted to tell him or even say. He felt bad about the way Felix told him off too even though he knew his friend was just worried about him. Everyone was. He sighed, wondering if this was how his dad was treated too when he was a gangster. If it was, he couldn't see the merit in being one at all.

Wooyoung was pissed. No, he knew he shouldn't have tried to wait for San during his practice, especially after what Soojin and the guys attempted at the gym the other time. He had told them it was a stupid idea since he doubted they could win students who trained in the arts of self defense but did anyone listen to him? No and now they have made the taekwondo members probably hate him too despite only going up against San that day. Of course, they wouldn't let him near San. Not even his old best friend would want him near San. He growled and kicked the trash can, tipping it over but the lid stayed shut, further infuriating him as he set it upright again.

"You're lucky," he scoffed at the trash can. "Even if you're empty, someone else will just fill you up with more trash. What am I even doing talking to a trash can?"

"Help!"

Wooyoung perked up at the sound of someone calling for help and rushed over to the main street, seeing as someone had run away from a fallen lady with a purse in hand. He assumed it was a robbery and gave chase. Before Wooyoung could get to the robber, someone else had already knocked them down with one swift elbow swing. He slowed down and gasped a little when he saw a decently bulked man, who could easily be mistaken for some kind of gang member with his tattoos peeking out his arms and the deep frown between his brows, pick up the purse. The man approached the lady to return the bag but she seemed just as afraid of him and he quickly set the bag down in front of her instead before rushing off. Wooyoung raised a brow, wondering if the man was used to being treated that way even though he was just trying to help. It made him wonder when was the last time he actually helped someone.

Maybe this whole gangster shit wasn't his forte.

"Someone is sulking," Minhyun said as he stepped into his home, noticing his son just staring at the TV that wasn't even turned on and his book laid beside him and a very evident pout on his lips.

"Oh, omma. Welcome home," he said while picking up his book and sitting properly. "How was work?"

"It was alright. And you? What got you all frowning?" Minhyun asked as he removed his coat and walked over to San to give him a head pat before making his way to the laundry room. San followed after him habitually as he watched his dad split the clothes from morning laundry. It always fascinated him how Minhyun was so diligent about laundry. The one time he took a business trip, he came home fuming at Baekho who had done the laundry. Minhyun was barely ever angry but San knew better than to incur his wrath after hearing Baekho's cries throughout the night after that.

"Wooyoung showed up at the school gym today after my taekwondo practice," San started and Minhyun nodded, not interrupting him as he split the whites from the blacks. "Um...I thought he was looking for trouble at first but it seemed like he wanted to say something. Before he could, a friend chased him away and I couldn't find him after so I guess I'm just kind of disappointed."

"About what?" Minhyun asked while standing up.

"Maybe he's finally willing to be my friend but someone had to chase him away. What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore because of this?"

Minhyun blinked before he smiled a little. "That's why you were sulking?"

"Yeah? I mean, it's been 2 weeks since then and he still wouldn't call me a friend...even though I have been trying my best to meet up with him every morning."