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author's note:
by popular demand (literally everyone) i will start including smut parts when their time comes, and because of this i will remove the [*] from chapter 003, 007 and 012 as they will no longer be considered 'explicit' content.
i will also be updating the warnings and intermissions lolzzz.

i'll probably include warnings as to what the smut parts include so that if you feel uncomfortable with anything then you can skip. (smut parts will be a separate chapter so that it's easier to skip.)
also the chapters will have these added if the contents in them follows:
🔞 - smut
⚠️ - steamy/heated

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" Good boy. "

San said with a small smirk on his face.

He walked away from Wooyoung and sat down on his Black Kawasaki, he put on his matching helmet and turned to look at Wooyoung.

He turned on the ignition and revved the bike.
San rode off into the night without another word said to Wooyoung, and the said man just stood there silently, thinking about the last 5 minutes of happenings.

What the hell just happened?


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" You traitor! "
Wooyoung complained and tried to hit Changbin when he re entered the station to see Changbin already inside and smoking.

Changbin dodged Wooyoung's hit and blew smoke in his face.

" Sorry not sorry man, you were really about to pick the hard way with THE Kim Hongjoong?? " Changbin replied and dusted off his clothes.

" Well what else was I supposed to do? They're CRIMINALS! Killers for gods sake! Forget it either way because I let them get away again. " Wooyoung spoke and sighed, he hated himself for letting them getting away with stuff but he couldn't help it.

Changbin sighed, he took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke deeply.

" I don't think us two alone could conquer 4 men, they outnumbered us and let's face it; they're more likely to overpower us considering they fight eachother daily. "
Changbin said, stating more or less the obvious.

" I guess you're right.. " Wooyoung replied.



The rain had slowed down, you could barely call it rain. The thunder was still loud as the large cloud containing the thunder and lightning was passing by directly above Seoul.

San was up on the roof of the Shax building, he smoked a cigarette, his feet dangling off of the building.

He pulled up his phone, it read 4:41 am, November 8th.

November 8th.. his uncle's birthday.

He sighed deeply, the date November 8th was a constant reminder of the consistent abuse and torture that he had to endure at a ridiculously young age.

The abuse from his uncle never stopped, not up until the night he killed his own mother.
He'd cut off all contact with his uncle, and the only family he wished to be in contact with was his little sister, though he didn't even know if she was still alive this day, and if she was she would be 11 years old.

Oh how San missed her bright smile.

He broke out of his thoughts when someone coughed a little to get his attention, San knew who it was alone by his soft breathing and his cough.

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