Changbin picked up a paperball from the trashbin beside him to throw it at Wooyoung.
" You're just saying that to annoy me. " Changbin spoke.
Wooyoung picked up a piece of paper towel from his own trashbin and curled it up and threw it at Changbin, the latter squealed like a little girl because he didn't see it coming before he paused and looked at the paper towel that Wooyoung had thrown at him with narrowed eyes, it seemed something caught his eye.
" Is that blood? "
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Wooyoung cringed at the question Changbin asked.
It all came crashing down on Wooyoung at once.
I'm such a bag of shit.
" Y-Yeah? I got a papercut." Wooyoung lied his ass off.
" Really? You don't bleed this much from a fucking paper cut Wooyoung! What happened?!" Changbin asked as he jjust pulled up more and more bloody paper-towels from the trashbin.
A high on ecstacy Choi fucking San happened. Wooyoung thought to himself.
" Uuuh.. "
And although Wooyoung wasn't religious, he couldn't help but feel like Jesus saved his tiny ass when someone called on Wooyoung and Changbin through the radio asking them to backup Yeji and Solar in a breaking and entering in a house not far away.
Rain was pouring, soaking the streets and the few people walking around, including a certain someone dressed in a black leather jacket, a white tee and jeans.
He was leaning against a brickwall and watching his nearby parked matte black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10r with the helmet resting on the seat. He was smoking a cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the air.
From where he stood he luckily didn't get any rain on him, not that he really cared if he did or not, he enjoyed the feeling of being soaking wet by the rain, unlike most people who would mostly only complain and sulk about the bad weather - he on the other hand preferred the rain and he didn't look at it as bad weather.
His thoughts were running wild.
Jung Wooyoung you annoying piece of shit.
You guessed it, it was the infamous Choi San we're talking about, and he was having complicated thoughts about a certain individual.
San looked down to his arms, the bandages that Wooyoung used on him.
Why?
Why why why why why??
San kicked a pebble with his foot, groaning.
He took a drag from the cigarette and let the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling the smoke out.
It felt like his lungs were burning, but he didn't care.
He never cared.
He heard footsteps stopping to the side of him, a boot scraping against the asfalt, he didn't even have to turn to know that it was Hongjoong.
" What do you want? " San asked coldly, not that he ever asked warm questions, it's just that it being cold outside made his voice sound even colder.
" I wanna know what is up with you. " He asked, he leaned against the brickwall beside San and pulled out a cigar and lit it with his lighter, his hair was dripping wet and he ran a hand through it.
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DEPUTY - woosan (crime)
Fanfiction[HIATUS] Started: 04/06/23 Completed: - " " Prove your words " San whispered, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his mouth met the handgun's muzzle. His face was so close that Wooyoung could smell the Marijuana reeking from him. " P...
