" 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, leaning against the wall.
Changbin dodged Wooyoung's hit with a light-hearted chuckle.
" 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 each other 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.
" It's November 8th.. " Hongjoong said.
Hongjoong went and sat down beside San, also dangling his tiny feet off the rooftop and looking out at Seoul.
San didn't reply, he just took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into the air, the cigarette rested between his pointer and middle finger.
Hongjoong turned to look at San, he knew that the latter was probably not doing that great considering the circumstances. San was far from one to speak up about whenever he struggled. Hongjoong had to learn on his own how to know when San was under the weather, through the hard way.
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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...
