𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 | 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐒𝐚𝐧

Chapter 11:

Sat on his sofa, San contemplated calling Wooyoung. Seonghwa may have been right. Part of the reason why San wanted to get to know Wooyoung was because he was a celebrity. Though, it wasn't the only reason.

He started to feel guilty about the whole situation. He should have stayed sat in his seat at The One that night. He shouldn't have given Wooyoung his number. Then, all of this could have been avoided and Wooyoung wouldn't be put under anymore stress than he was already suffering through.

San stood up to walk to his room when his phone started to buzz.

"Hey Wooyoung."

"Aren't you gonna tell me you can't talk right now? Say that I shouldn't call you anymore? Tell me its not safe?"

"Its too late now. You know too much."

"Haha very funny. I still think we need to talk. Like, for real."

"I know."

"Can I come over? Hongjoong and Yunho have been gone all day."

"Hmm."

"I'll take that as a yes. See ya soon."

Wooyoung hung up and San sat back on the sofa with a big sigh.

Half an hour later, San heard a knock on the door.

"Took you longer than usual to get here, i'm surprised." San said as he opened the door.

San's eyes widened as he saw who was standing in front of him.

"I've never been here before." The tall figure said as he stood.

"What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" San said, hand tightly gripping the doorknob.

"You know I have my ways." The man replied.

San felt anger well up inside of him. He tried his best to keep his composure.

"Leave." San demanded firmly.

"Oh so you're all big and bad now huh? Finally learning to stick up for yourself?" The latter quizzed.

San heard footsteps coming from the hallway and started to panic. He pulled his father inside of his place and pulled the door closed in a hurry.

"What are you-" His father got out.

San shushed him immediately.

A knock at San's door grabbed both men's attention.

"Go to the kitchen. Now." San ordered.

"Why? You got someone after you?" The man asked condescendingly.

"Go Now!" San ushered him into the kitchen himself.

He took a deep breath before rushing to the door.

"Wooyoung now is definitely not a good time come back later. I'll call you. I promise. You just can't be here right now. I really mean it." Said spurted out, almost tripping over his words.

"Why, are you okay? Do you need hel-"

San closed and locked the door, thinking of all of the excuses he'd have to make up for this later.

Wooyoung still knocked and called San's name. Asking things like 'What's going on?' and 'Who is there with you?'.

San, of course, ignored all the pleas from Wooyoung.

For one, he's literally Jung Wooyoung. If his dad saw him, he'd definitely know who he was. For two, he'd never subject Wooyoung to meeting his father. Not on his own terms.

"Who was that? You're boyfriend? Always knew you were a homo." His father mocked.

"What are you doing here?" San questioned.

"Need a place to stay for a couple of nights." Jaeseok spoke.

"How did you find me here? And you're not staying here." San said.

"I've always kept tabs on you son. You know a lot. Surprised you haven't called me in by now. Guess you're still a pushover." San's father stated.

San couldn't take it anymore. The absolute rage he felt towards his father finally consumed him.

His fist balled up and his arm started to raise. Before he knew it, his father was knocked to the floor, holding his bleeding nose.

His father stood to his feet and struck San back. San tasted blood on his lip. He wiped his mouth and looked at the red liquid on his hand.

He struck his father again and got hit back again. The men fought and fought until the both of them were sat breathless on the living room floor.

"What do you want from me? Why now? Have you not beaten me enough?" San cried out his lip and nose bloody, cheek bruised, and knuckles sore.

"You're the reason she fucking killed herself San. You're the reason my life is fucked up. You come in this world and cause so much fucking destruction. Its all your fault. Everything is your fault. I wouldn't be surprised if you were next." Jaeseok yelled out.

San cried hard, breaking out into loud sobs and holding his hands over his ears.

"And all you fucking do is cry! All you've ever fucking done was cry! Since you were born. Here you are. You'll never change. Figured it be useless coming here. Won't make that mistake again." Were Jaeseok's last words to San before he stood up and walked out of the door slamming it behind him.

Wooyoung sat with his hat covering his face outside of the apartment building as he waited to see the figure that he saw standing at San's door. An hour went by before Wooyoung would stand up getting ready to leave when he saw a bloody faced man walk through the sliding doors.

"Who are you?" Wooyoung stepped up to the man.

"Move the fuck out of my way." Jaeseok shoved Wooyoung to the side and started stomping away.

Wooyoung was about to go ask him what the fuck his problem was before thinking of San.

He ran up the stairs making it to San's floor and ran up to San's door to knock.

"San? San are you okay?" Wooyoung shouted through the door, earning curious stares from people passing by.

He tried the doorknob and to his surprise, it was open.

"San?" Wooyoung called out shutting the door behind him.

"Are you in here?" He made his way to the living room.

There, he saw a curled up San, hugging his knees, rocking back and forth and covering his ears as he stared into a void.

Wooyoung ran over to him and crouched in front of him.

"San? San what happened?" Wooyoung worriedly questioned, grasping onto Sans hands gently to pull them off of his ears.

"It was so loud. He was ringing through my ears again. I thought it was over." San's shaky voice let out.

His eyes still trained on wherever he was staring.

"Hey, look at me." Wooyoung voiced quietly and cusped San's face in his hands to softly turn his head to look at him.

"Your face." Wooyoung's eyes scanned him, noticing the state he was in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." San cried again. His already puffy eyes producing more and more tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize." Wooyoung spoke soft, being careful not to alarm the latter.

Wooyoung's thumbs caressed San's face in hopes to comfort him. He brought his forehead to San's and both boys closed their eyes.

"Its okay, San. You're okay." Wooyoung whispered.

The man stayed like this for a few minutes before Wooyoung pulled away to observe San.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Wooyoung still speaking softly, stood up and held his hand out to help San up.