One Way Or Another | Sansang

- Hotel -

Although yeosang's life hasn't been the greatest, he's surprised at himself for keeping up and not ending his life without the help of San. Even if he did lose his best friend, he was still with him through thick and thin. Though, it hurt a lot. That day he didn't imagine losing his friend nor being in this big of a mess, the person he swore he loved is a killer and isn't no good. He was a psychopath. He should've of not listened and befriended any of them, he would put the blame on wooyoung but most of it was himself too..if he didn't fall for San so fast, so eagerly to be his none of this would happen. He keeps asking himself when did all of this go wrong? Why didn't he run out of the house straight to the cops to report all three of them? why didn't he try leaving with wooyoung without any stopping or thinking about getting things? Why couldn't he just let San go? Because of all the stress piled on him, the boy was a walking tired skeleton almost. He only ate when he was on the verge of passing out. But since wooyoung was watching over him at times, he has his muscular body.

From being at his friend's place, to a cafe, to a park where a murder happen by the boy he just met, to the boy's house and now all the way to this proved to him on how not to trust anyone anymore. But it was easy to tell who was on San's side, since the public thought San was gone due to other problems happening in the world; everyone was out running around, with family and friends, doing late night walks and drives...the things yeosang can't do anymore, it brought tears to his eyes. But since he was told about how the past connected it doesn't reach to him on why is it him going through so much pain? After one thing and another, he couldn't wrap his head around anything. At this point he doesn't know how much longer he can keep running away from San, escaping his grasp. He's so sick in his head, that his whole damn life has crumbled. He was so healthy and happy but due to one person, not so much anymore. All he did was stay in his hotel room, and only came out just for some things.

Ah yes, you heard me a hotel room! Only place he can feel safe in, the officers offered him a room and high security just in case someone was to happen but yeosang turned that down. Because why would he need that if he was around a lot of people in the hotel? If he was to scream, anyone and anything possibly could hear him. He didn't have such a big fear of it happeneing, but he knew damn well San would find a way and if he did..yeosang wasn't going to let him win so easily.

It was late at night as the city lights were bright, his curtains pulled closed halfway expect for one window as he watched cars and people pass by down below. He was happy to have a comfy place to stay, his room also had a fireplace since it was a luxury hotel, his soft pjs pants kept him warm as the crackling of the fire lightened his mood; his firm grip on his mug as he took a sip of his warm coffee. He wasn't planning to sleep tonight since tonight was somewhat different feeling to him. It brought comfort as if maybe this was the end of everything and he can try and live his life without any worrying...or maybe not. Due to everything happening, his feelings were so fucked up he couldn't even tell if he was sad at times or happy or just...nothing at all.

But another reason why he wasn't sleeping was because he was waiting for room service, to bring him some fruits and a little small cheesecake to end the night. At first when he got here, he was scared to ask for anything but they insisted to do anything since he was a victim and went through a lot of things. Only thing that was difficult was talking to wooyoung cause at times he would appear when they show up as if yeosang was talking to no one. He didn't want to seem crazy but if you went through what yeosang did, I think you would though.

To pull yeosang away from the window, a gentle knock was heard; usually someone would speak and say room service but since it was night and some people were asleep on his level he didn't think much of it. With a quick gentle set down of his mug, and swinging his feet off of his couch. He headed to the door but a huge wave of things came crashing over him, a huge unfriendly feeling; he looked up raising his eyebrow in hopes it was just wooyoung slowly appearing but he wasn't there, confused and maybe a bit scared, he brushed the feeling off it's been like this ever since he was brought into the hotel, any sound made him jump and be startled. Any voice suddenly made him freeze in place or hide. It was a response to all the trauma that was brought to him; which was reasonable but he hated it so much. 

He headed to the door, his touch on the doorknob was very warm; but the feeling came back, he quickly brushed it off...there was no need to be scared anymore. It was time to buckle down and brush off all of his fears although he was still a bit scared of San, he couldn't bring himself to be so scared..he knew he had to be strong and focus on himself and get use to his new life until something was taken care of it. He twisted the doorknob in hopes of finally being able to dig into his cheesecake he's been wanting for so long! but was that what he was going to get or....not?

He twisted the doorknob again and opened the door very slowly, only to his surprise to be revealed with....