DEPUTY - woosan

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" I have a compromise. " Wooyoung began, staring at the river infront of them.
San didn't turn to look at him, he just continued smoking his cigarette in silence for a little while before eventually answering with " What? "
His head was turned away from Wooyoung as San looked around the coast, looking for anyone who perhaps might be following him.. or now them.

" How about.. you help me solve cases from Shax, victims. Help bringing closure to families so that you can do something good for once and in return, I help find your little sister. "
Wooyoung spoke, turning to look at San.

San paused, his fists and jaw clenched.
He slowly turned his head to look at Wooyoung, a dark fire in his eyes and him licking his lips.

" I never told you that I have a little sister. "

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Trigger Warning
- Torture by shock collar

I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucking fucked.

Wooyoung felt his blood run cold, and a chill run up his spine.

" I, uh.. w-well, y-you see.. " Wooyoung stuttered, immediately regretting showing up here to talk to San.

" How do you know I have a little sister?" San asked in a dark whisper, glaring straight into Wooyoung's eyes, Wooyoung couldn't reply even if he wanted to. His mouth was as dry as a fucking desert and it felt like he was gonna die if he didn't get any water in the next few hours.

Wooyoung was looking away from San, feeling very lightheaded yet heavy-headed, all at once.
He didn't dare look at the older, afraid to meet his destined death.

So this is how I die. Amazing. Atleast he's hot.
Wooyoung thought to himself, a little unserious but figured that he's allowed to be unserious when San is glaring at him as if he was a ghost.

San gripped Wooyoung's chin to turn his head to look at him.

" Answer the fucking question Wooyoung." He growled softly, his voice as cold as ice. His eyes resembled those of satan, or worse, and the fact that his voice is as quiet as it is doesn't make it any fucking better.

" I d-don't.." Wooyoung muttered, the rest of his words died in his throat which left a tense silence. San clenched his fists together in frustration, taking a deep breath at the same time.

" How do you know.. about my little sister...? " San asked in a quiet tone, inching closer to Wooyoung while tilting his head to the side. Wooyoung backed away from San.

" Answer the question Wooyoung. " San growled, and when Wooyoung didn't answer San had had enough. " Fine, I'll do it the hard way then. " San spoke, before gripping Wooyoung's wrists. " Hey!! Let me go!" He yells. " No. " San spoke, dragging him along the park, Wooyoung tried pulling away from San but to no avail.

He starts to drag Wooyoung along with him to his car. Wooyoung refuses and squirms like how a child would do when being dragged out of the candy-store.

San shoves Wooyoung into the backseat, crawling in after him and shutting the cardoor. Wooyoung tried sitting up but was pushed down by San who had just grabbed a cloth and poured something on it before placing it on Wooyoung's face.

Wooyoung feels dizzy, lightheaded, and he squirms under San, San grabs his wrists with one arm and pins them above his head while the other presses the cloth down on Wooyoung's face.
Wooyoung's vision blurs, and the next thing you know he's out like a nightlamp.