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unknown number

do not meet with him tonight.

you know what will happen if you do.

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read: 9:23pm

san shuddered at the text, eyes locked on the image of him and hongjoong sitting by the bar from just minutes ago. they must be sick.

it was the next day, just over 30 minutes till wooyoung would get here searching for san so the two could talk, san counted down each and every minute on the clock. at first he had tried his best ignoring it, but wooyoung had sent him another text a few minutes ago that he was about to finish his last schedule and would be there soon. that's when san started panicking a bit. he felt like a million eyes were on him- wooyoungs parents knew wooyoung was coming, somehow they knew; he didn't know where to hide.

as of now, he stayed wandering around the club, staying in one spot for too long made him feel too easy to find, this way at least he'd could slip away if he needed. san didn't realize how quickly the time passed, but while he was leaning against a wall by the corner near the stage he heard a familiar voice from his right,

"angel?"

his eyes flickered over, scanning wooyoung quickly, taking in how awfully beautiful he looked in the lighting before he pushed himself off the wall to start walking away. it was fast, when wooyoung stepped in front of him, cornering him- even like this though, wooyoung wasn't close enough to make san uncomfortable or fearful- wooyoung was always careful about that, even now. "p-please move." san said, looking down- he hoped wooyoung couldn't tell how close he was to breaking down.

wooyoung sighed, "you said we could talk."

"i told you not to come." san mumbled, eyes glaring at the floor- begging his tears not to fall.

"we need to talk." the older said again, firmer this time. "there's nothing to talk about." he said, arms wrapping around himself defensively.

"you and i both know that's a lie."

san looked up now, eyes sharp and cheeks shiny with fallen tears-"wooyoung move." he hissed, a failed attempt at standing his ground, he wanted so badly to touch the other; hide himself in his arms. he shook his head, taking san aback, "i'm sorry, but no."

just then, a deep voice san had never heard spoke from behind them, "step away from him, sir. he's needed for a private dance."

private dance? i'm not working tonight...

wooyoung turned around, then san could see a tall man, buff with his arms crossed staring him down- he'd never seen him before; it seemed wooyoung thought the same thing,

"i've never seen you working before." the blonde said, staring him up and down.

"new hire, now move." the man said, pushing past wooyoung and grabbing san by the wrist- making the boy flinch; he felt his stomach drop, a gross feeling he hadn't felt in a while. wooyoung laughed dryly,

"nice ear piece, like i haven't seen those a million times." sans eyes locked on it, sitting in the man's ear, an earpiece with the letters j.e. written on it, jung entertainment. "you know who i am so get out of my way, and don't fucking touch him." wooyoung spat, yanking his arm off of san and pulling the boy away through the crowd.

san felt shaken up, mind easing the further he got away from that man- eyes locked on wooyoungs hand loosely in his own; it was the first time they touched each other in days. san snapped out of it when wooyoung lead him outside the club, the chill of the night making him shudder,

"wooyoung, where are we going? i have to stay here-" he started, and yet he followed the older blindly to his car. wooyoung cut him off, letting go of his hand (much to sans sadness), and opening the door for him and helping san into the car, "i'm taking you home. then we're going to talk."

"but-" wooyoung shut the door- making san pout a bit, he watched him walk around the car to the drivers side, getting into the car and shutting the door.

wooyoung sighed, "i want to know why my parents body guards are at your club." he said, reaching over to buckle san in before doing the same to himself and starting the car- san marveled at how perfect the other seemed. san hummed, nodding softly as they drove off- he figured; he offered the other that much, at this point he knew his parents already found out about earlier- he just wanted to be with wooyoung. wooyoung cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as they drove,

"hongjoong told me my parents spoke to you a couple days ago."

san stiffened at that, eyes watching wooyoungs expression, "you don't have to talk now, but i'd like to know what they said to you." he continued- when san didn't answer.

then slowly, unsurely, san placed his hand over wooyoungs on the gear- smile grazing his lips at the contact, the warmth the other omitted,

"i'm sorry..." he whispered.

"i know baby, we're gonna get through this- whatever it is."

san looked away with a hum,

i hope so.

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hellloooo double update who?1?1?1?1

are u guys proud of me??

im a bit proud of this; somehow long plane or car rides make me feel the calmest to write, it's real easy then

also i made a playlist of songs that get me in the mood to write and tell me why it's genuinely helped me with focusing on writing so much

i already struggle with focusing on tasks but i've always found that music makes not much easier so no matter what i'm doing i always have music playing in my airpods but like this specifically helped so much

and my sexy ass backpack is coming tomorrow :D it's really plain but i'm gonna embroider on it and i can decorate it with pins and patches and stuff :3

v excited about this development !!

~ lix ~

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