As they hailed a taxi and settled into it to head towards Wooyoung's place, the atmosphere inside the cab turned uncomfortable. Wooyoung noticed the taxi driver's lingering gaze, his lips curling into a smirk that made him uneasy. Ignoring it at first, Wooyoung clenched onto San's arm as the discomfort grew, silently pleading for reassurance.
San, sensing Wooyoung's tension, glanced at him with concern. "Is the wound hurting? I'll get you some medicine," he offered, deciding to stop by a nearby chemist shop.
"Okay, sir," the taxi driver acknowledged.
But Wooyoung hesitated, fearing being left alone, not just from the possibility of the gang's return but also from the discomfort caused by the taxi driver's leering.
"Don't leave me alone here. What if that gang comes again?" Wooyoung's voice quivered with anxiety.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just some medicine, and that's all," San reassured him, gently loosening Wooyoung's grip on his arm as he exited the taxi to buy the medicine.
Alone with the taxi driver, Wooyoung felt a growing unease as the man began to speak. "Hey, hey, is he your boyfriend?" he prodded, his tone laced with insinuation.
Wooyoung remained silent, his gaze fixed on the shop where San had disappeared.
"What's your name? I'm asking something, boy. Why are you so tense? Calm down, I'm not going to do anything," the taxi driver persisted, his smirk widening as he took unauthorized photos of Wooyoung.
"Hey, don't do that," Wooyoung protested, feeling his discomfort escalate.
"I'm just taking photos for myself. Now shut your mouth, or I'll shut it with something else," the driver threatened, his tone turning menacing.
Wooyoung recoiled, his heart racing with fear, and he desperately searched for San's return.
Just then, San re-entered the cab, bringing a brief sense of relief to Wooyoung. As San placed the medicine beside him, Wooyoung nervously rolled down his sleeves, casting a glance at the taxi driver.
"What's wrong?" San inquired, sensing Wooyoung's unease.
"H-He clicked photos of me and was being a creep when you were not here," Wooyoung confessed, his voice trembling with anxiety.
"Did he do something to you?" San's concern deepened.
"He said, 'shut your mouth, or I will shut it with something else,'" Wooyoung recounted, his innocence stark against the unsettling encounter.
"Is that so?" San's tone grew serious, his protective instincts kicking in.
Wooyoung nodded, relieved to have San back by his side, even as a lingering sense of unease hung in the air.
"Sir, we need to take the back alley to Street 15, please," San instructed the taxi driver.
"But that's through a forest. It might be a little bouncy," the driver warned.
"No worries," San reassured with a smile.
Encouraging Wooyoung to rest his head on his shoulder, San whispered softly, "Get some sleep. It might help with the pain."
After about ten minutes, Wooyoung drifted into a deep slumber, his breathing steady against San's shoulder.
As they drove through the forest, San suddenly spoke up, "Oh, sir, can you stop here? I think my wallet fell there by mistake. I'll just go back and get it."
"Okay, sir," the driver complied.
"Sir, can you help me? It'll be easier because it's dark out there," San requested as they stepped out of the cab and into the forest.
As they searched for the wallet, the driver hesitated, "Sir, there's no wa—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a punch sent him flying off the road.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" his voice filled with outrage
San's fury boiled over as he lunged towards the driver, his fists clenched tight. "Where's the phone?!" he demanded, his voice dripping with anger and urgency. The driver cowered before him, pleading for mercy as he fell to his knees.
"Please, please stop," the driver begged, trembling in fear. "I'll give you the phone, just please don't hurt me."
San's grip tightened on the driver's collar, his patience wearing thin. "Hand it over," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument.
With trembling hands, the driver reached into his pocket and retrieved the phone, handing it over to San with a shaking hand. As San took hold of the phone, he scanned through the images, his jaw clenched in frustration.
"You crossed the line," San muttered through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing into the driver's soul.
he threw the driver onto the road. "Run, run for your life," he commanded, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
As the driver scrambled to his feet and fled into the darkness, San aimed his silenced gun with deadly precision. With a single shot, he silenced the threat once and for all, ensuring that the driver would never harm or harass anyone again.
San's eyes narrowed with determination as he deleted all the compromising photos from the phone and smashed it with his foot, ensuring no evidence remained. With a swift motion, he broke the small piece of memory card that held the photos and videos, guaranteeing they would never see the light of day again.
Turning his attention to Wooyoung, who was sleeping peacefully in the back seat, San felt a pang of protectiveness. He gently covered Wooyoung with his jacket and adjusted his head to prevent any discomfort.
With a sense of urgency, San took the driver's seat and drove away, determined to keep Wooyoung safe from any further harm. As the car disappeared into the night,
As they arrived at the building, Wooyoung was still half asleep, unsure of where to go. San gently nudged him awake, and Wooyoung slowly roused from his slumber.
"Are we here?" Wooyoung mumbled sleepily.
"Yeah, where is your apartment or home?" San inquired.
"Apartment 54," Wooyoung replied, his voice still groggy.
San scanned the building, noting the lack of an elevator. "It's on the fifth floor without an elevator," he observed.
Wooyoung nodded, resigned to the challenge.
With a sigh, San decided to take matters into his own hands. "Get on my back. I'll carry you up there," he insisted.
"No, I can go up there myself," Wooyoung protested weakly.
"Shut up and do what I say," San retorted firmly.
As they made their way up the stairs, Wooyoung's curiosity got the better of him, and he questioned San about their recent ordeal with the taxi driver and the compromising photos.
San recounted how he had intimidated the taxi driver into fleeing by threatening to report him to the police. He explained how he had confiscated the phone containing the incriminating photos and promptly destroyed it to protect their privacy. Wooyoung listened intently, realizing the gravity of the situation they had narrowly escaped.
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SINNER (WOOSAN)
Lãng mạn"If sinning was a profession, he would be a millionaire. As for me, I was the reason that millionaire became nothing. While he offered me countless reasons to walk away yet i still chose to sacrifice a decade, alone, for his love's sake. in my world...
