Gangland Honey || WOOSAN

10 | ʙᴏꜱꜱ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏɢ

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𝕋hey got to the art shop and San gave him the don't try anything again speech, and Wooyoung complied with it, too burnt out this time. There were a couple of other patrons already browsing when they entered, though, as another, bigger art supplies store had opened closer to the main streets, this one was never full. Wooyoung hoped it never closed because he liked it better.

Another staff member than the ajumma who pretended not to like him was at the counter. She had openly blushed at San that time though, and Wooyoung could see why. He was tall, handsome, charming, thoughtful, dependable, kind, if not maybe slightly, endearingly weird...when he wanted to be. Well, it was always how Wooyoung had seen him for the past eighteen months.

San stayed with him as he perused the aisles. He didn't pick much except some new pastels, parchments and a couple of small ink bottles.

Wooyoung didn't offer any argument when San took the supplies from him and paid and held the bag as they exited through the automatic doors.

Bullets whizzed past and almost clipped Wooyoung as he stepped past the threshold, but San grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Wooyoung!" he exclaimed, and Wooyoung looked at San who was now holding a gun. "Hide under the counter—" more bullet fire pelted down on the doors and glass exploded. It sounded like the perpetrators were getting closer, the fire more precise. San pulled Wooyoung behind him "—Do not leave until I come to get you."

Wooyoung did so, in a daze. Others were taking cover behind the aisles. They were probably safer over there.

More glass shattered, bullets whirred, guttural cries rang out, and exclamations were tossed around, sounding a mix between Korean, Chinese and Japanese. Wooyoung only had a basic fluency in the two foreign languages, but he thought that's what they sounded like. Not that he was able to focus on any shouted words. 

There was a break in the fire and Wooyoung dared a glance out from the side of the counter, hoping to see San. Was he okay?

The trigger of a gun clicked back right in his face the moment he peaked out, and the rough man pointing it at him glared down, then spoke into his smartwatch. Wooyoung didn't move, and held his breath out of sheer cold panic, but whatever the man was saying was in some Chinese dialect he didn't understand...except the name "Jung".

Then the man started aggressively motioning for Wooyoung to get up, which Wooyoung didn't; out of innate stubbornness or fear, he didn't know, but it clearly pissed off the guy even more and he thumbed back the trigger.

It was as Wooyoung had the dawning flash of dread that this was it and the man pulled the trigger that he was knocked aside, dislodging the bullet's trajectory. Wooyoung felt a minor impact against his arm but could only look up as San grappled for the gun with the other guy before seizing his gun arm and twisting it around which caused the guy to scream as San wrestled him into a headlock. Wooyoung violently flinched when he heard a loud crack coming from the guy's neck.

San dropped the now-motionless man but spun around with the guy's gun in hand and shot another man who'd rushed up and was about to fire an assault rifle.

"Wooyoung!" he called but Wooyoung barely registered it until San had dropped down at his side to grab his arm and pull him up. "Let's go."

And Wooyoung could only follow as San's hand slipped down to his before leading him out the back of the store and to the Jeep.

Wooyoung felt numb as San helped him into the passenger side before racing off the moment he got in too.

"Wooyoung, I'm sorry he got so close are you all ri—" San paused for a moment and Wooyoung dragged his stunned gaze to see why.