Hope you enjoy this one, cause it's gonna be a romantic but sad story. No deaths :) whoever I mention here, shall not be considered as the role I gave them.
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Top: San
Bottom: Wooyoung
Background plot: no specific plot for this, just read and have fun. But there will be some trigger warnings but no death whatsoever. A little bit of depression.
Wooyoung's POV
LIFE. The meaning is quite easy but has a double meaning to it. Life Isn't Fucking Easy. I learnt that the hard way. I was lost but I was found by that angel. Choi San. My life, my armor and anchor. He saved me from my deepest and darkest hell hole called life. I met him while I was in high school and he was in his fist year in college, I know he's older but I don't care.
My life has never been so great but I can't help but think back to all those nightmares of my life, the torture I had to indulge. All those screams, those fights and all those scars..
"Stop! Please, don't do this!"
They laughed
"That hurts! I-I'm begging you, stop this!"
He laughed at me. HIM. HE heard my cries and begs and screams, asking, pleading him to stop. But they didn't, he didn't stop them at all. They left me to die, to rot on the cold floor.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you. I'm gonna ruin you, Wooyoung!"
Maybe, just maybe if he didn't save me that day, I wouldn't been dead. Forgotten. If he didn't come in view and help me, I would be a hunch of memories. He saved me, from my past.
"Hey! Get away from him, you heard him."
Blood spilled, bruises evident on his godly face. But he didn't care, he never cared. He wanted me to be okay, to be safe and safe. And I was. In his arms.
No one's POV
"Wooyoung?" San called out for his husband for the third time in a row. He hated it whenever Wooyoung was in deep thought and he knew exactly what he was thinking about. Wooyoung was a kid with many scars and wounds, his past was not positive, not colorful and definitely not happy. He was abused on many occasions. His friends, his family.. they all forgot him. But he didn't, he saved him, kept him safe and sure of freedom.
"Wooyoung." San took his scarred hands and placed them in his. Finally, Wooyoung seemed to snap out of his trance of wild, hurtful thoughts because of the warm feeling that rose up in his body when San touched him.
"I'm okay. I'm fine." That's what he's been saying since they got married. San hated it. Wooyoung slowly retracted his hands from San's warm one's and stood on his feet and went towards the kitchen.
"How many times have you said that? How many years have you said that? How many times do I need to tell you, you're okay? You're safe, beautiful and not forgotten. He's gone and he won't come back, you're okay." San said softly as he moved forward to Wooyoung and hugged him from behind, the younger flinching at the contact. They stayed like that until Wooyoung finally turned around and looked up at his husband. How lucky he was for marrying such an honest, thoughtful and beautiful soul like San's.
"I can't help it." That's all he said before placing a soft kiss on the side of San's head, hugging him closer. San pulled away and reached for the drawer beside Wooyoung's hip. He pulled out a black journal. THAT black journal. He flipped through the pages before pausing on that specific one.
