Just Lovers [WooSan]

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Wooyoung 

"So...he's like a cult leader?" I asked. 

San burst out laughing but I didn't feel the same amount of humor. I knew it was a ridiculous thing to say but I was just so confused. 

"No! Not at all. He's just..." He looked frustrated, like he couldn't explain it. "I don't know. I don't know how he got the title he got, or why he's so intimating, or why people listen to him. I know he has a background because I was a part of it, I know he is intense, and I know he has a lot of money that he's earned himself. I don't think I helped either, because I quickly became friends with him and I got into a lot of fights because of it. He's just very street." 

"Is he dangerous?" I continued.

"He's protective." He corrected. "Which is why people usually stick beside him. I wish things went better, but I won't lie to you. Things have gotten a lot worse." 

"He doesn't...you know...kill people...right?" 

He gave me a soft smile like he found me cute. "No, he doesn't kill people, Wooyoung." 

"Okay. Okay, good." I let out a breath of relief. "Whoo! That's great!" 

"I'm not that crazy. I wouldn't be friends with someone like that and I definitely wouldn't bring you around him. I promise he's a good guy. But like I said, he's just a lot sometimes. It's not as simple as him just being a "bad boy" or whatever." 

"Which is why you're so worried about Hwa?" 

"He might not seem like it, but he's very soft hearted. Hongjoong isn't." He flexed his jaw as he thought. "I owe him a lot, and I trust him. But other people being around him sometimes...I'm a little unsure with." 

I reached towards his face, and he winced at the pain. "Why couldn't you just fight back, now look at you." 

He leaned forward with a cute smile, "Are you worried about me?" 

I scowled at him. "How am I not supposed to be when you get yourself in trouble?" 

"What? And let you get into trouble by yourself? Who do you think I am?" He was so close that I could easily lean forward and kiss him. 

"An idiot!" I chastised him. 

His lips pushed out into a pout. "I was defending your honor!" 

My gaze fell to his lips and it just made me needlessly flustered. 

I scoffed, "Let's get home." 

He quickly stole a kiss from me and turned around to put his helmet on and I could feel my cheeks heat up. 

Dick. 

I pulled my own helmet on and then pulled on my jacket, sitting behind him and hugging him tightly. 

We were riding back to the apartment, taking the long way to cool off a bit when it started raining. 

It felt like it was always raining. Maybe it wasn't but it happened enough that it started to get on my nerves. Especially since it was always at the worst possible timing. Why couldn't it happen when we were already home and cuddling in bed together? 

We were already driving quickly. San must've spotted that it was going to rain because he had been speeding faster than he ever had before. However, the rain started pouring down hard. Making the road slick in no time. 

The bike started to wobble underneath us and I could feel San tense up but he didn't slow down. I tightened my grip around him, hiding my face between his shoulder blades. 

I should've predicted it but it still caught me off guard when the bike slipped out from our grip. We both hit the pavement and I started sliding down the road way too fast. 

Everything was going too fast, my brain wouldn't calm down enough for me to think anything through. 

Finally a thought popped up in my head. 

I was going to die. 

My body collided into something firm and strong and then arms were being wrapped around me protectively. The force of our bodies hitting each other slowed down our momentum and we skidded to a stop. 

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung!" I heard San's frantic voice in my ear, he pulled my helmet down properly so I could finally see him and his panicked eyes. 

Seeing the care in his eyes, hearing how scared he was made me dumbfounded. 

Did he save me? 

Was that what happened? 

He grabbed me and made sure we were out of the middle of the road which was the right call because cars raced by us. 

If we were out in the road just a little longer...

If San hadn't grabbed me and protected me like he did...

I would've for sure been dead. 

He pulled my helmet off and pushed my hair back that had been plastered to my face from the rain. I wasn't even sure I was breathing correctly and everything hurt. 

He ripped his own helmet off and put it to the side before he grabbed my face in his hands. "Are you okay?" 

I moaned in pain, tears pricking at my eyes. I couldn't handle the craziness of it all and I also couldn't stop the sobs that forced their way out of my throat. 

Why did he save me life? 

Why'd he risk his life for me? 

Why did he fucking care?! 

I couldn't speak because I couldn't explain to him that that's what bothered me. Not the accident but the fact that he saved my life. 

He cared about me so goddamn much and it was suffocating me. 

He held onto me, letting me cry in his arms and it felt so wrong because only if he knew why I was crying. He wouldn't be holding me like this. He wouldn't be doing any of this and I just couldn't let him know, because I didn't want to lose everything I had with him.