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And just like that, they fell through the building.

San's palms covered both of his ears as time slowed down. In fact, everything slowed down, only his brain kept working at its usual speed, circling round and round. His eyes locked with San's as he saw reality shift by the corner of his eyes. Colors and shapes shifted endlessly. He felt the sensation of falling quickly, but they were going down so slowly it was as if they were completely still. He fell backwards and San fell towards him. When his back was supposed to hit the roof of the building, the impact never arrived, instead it was as if they fell through a glass door. Fake shards of glass shattered into every direction, and they were all glitching. Small pictures and videos showed up on them. They seemed to be fragments of something. Something similar to what he lived through ever since he met San. Were they his own memories? Was he seeing fragments of his own memories of the past few days shattering around him and flashing by? They said if you see your own memories you're about to die. But was he dying?

Suddenly, time sped up. The scream that lingered in his throat escaped and echoed through the empty space they were in like a thunderclap. In the same instant San's hands moved, one resting behind his head, the other behind his back and yanked him towards himself.

In the next moment, Wooyoung's eyes cleared up. He was sitting behind the wheel of a car, one hand on it, the other on the gear shift. His vision slowly but surely came back entirely, and soon he started realizing what the things that surrounded him were.

The speedometer said 120mph and he had only one hand on the wheel. He had to blink twice to register everything. The window by his side was broken and missing, the rearview mirror had 2 obvious gunshot holes in it, but even then he was able to see 3 cars speeding after them. There was a strange tattoo on his left wrist that consisted of numbers, but he barely managed to notice it as he focused on the road in front of him. The asphalt was wet and the streetlight reflected off of it.

"Oh, he's awake" said a voice from the backseat.

Wooyoung whipped around his head in a second. It was Yeosang.

"Keep your head on the road babe!" Shouted San from the passenger seat.

"What the fuck is going on?" Wooyoung shouted as he turned back towards the road again.

"We're being chased by 2 sedans" said Yunho nonchalantly while loading a gun – derived from the sounds that echoed form the backseat. He probably set next to Yeosang.

"Fucking figured that" Wooyoung cried out desperately as he noticed there was a turn in the road coming right up.

"Don't stop love. You can make it."

"Kiddings" Wooyoung whimpered and was about to step on the brake when San held onto the gear shift and gave him a meaningful look.

"I know you can" he said. "You hold the speed, I shift. When I say 'now' you turn the wheel to the left till it locks. Do you understand me doll?" His voice was calm and full of mischief. Wooyoung wanted to tear off all his hair because there was just no way San managed to be this calm and this hot at a time like this.

"Isn't it supposed to lock only when I'm going slow?" He screamed as the turn got closer.

San chuckled. Wooyoung felt it was time to turn but waited as San instructed.

"Now!"

Once he heard the command his hands immediately turned the wheel and it did indeed hit the lock. San shifted the gear, and the car turned perfectly, skidding onto the next section of the road.

One of the black cars crashed into the building on their right, not making the turn but the other followed effortlessly.

"Good job Wooyoung!" Yeosang shouted from the back.