The star is mine (completed)

XXIV: Rainy days

San's POV

Today's the day. We'll find out if Wooyoung's sister is there or if it was a trap, and every minute I'm more and more afraid that it's the latter. I just don't know who would want to do that.

Jackson? But why the fuck would he want to travel all the way over here for a little revenge for beating him up.

My brother? No way in hell.

Someone else?

I don't know, and the fear is eating me up from the inside while staring out of our hotel room window, watching the cars drive by and the wind slowly move the palm trees. I look backwards to see Wooyoung still sleep tightly, and it all feels so peaceful right now.

I don't want it to end. Ever. I don't even want to leave this hotel room. Most of all, I don't ever want to put him in danger again. I wouldn't forgive myself.

I see his eyes slowly opening and I try to push away the thoughts as much as I can, but a part of the feeling keeps lingering in my chest.

'Big day', I smile, 'ready to hit the road?'

'I'm tired', he groans back at me.

'I bet you are', I chuckle, a soft smirk on my face.

He frowns a bit, before realizing why I just said that. His eyes go a bit wider, and he reached for his neck.

'It's over there', I nudge at the edge of the bed, which has the collar from yesterday on it.

He reaches over to it, still quite surprised, as if he's only now finding out it wasn't all a dream.

Fuck it wasn't.

My dick twitches at even thinking of it again. Wooyoung's face and moans while I'm fucking the life out of him, so damn beautiful in that collar.

'It's pretty', he says softly.

I touch the side of his neck, my thumb caressing his cheek, while I gently pull him closer and kiss his lips.

'I'm glad you like it', I whisper as I pull back, 'Let's pack up for the road trip'

'Oh my god, donuts', Wooyoung is sitting next to me while I'm driving on the highway, one hand on the wheel, and one on his lap.

'Donuts?'

'I mean, we'll be on the road for at least another four hours, we better grab a snack'

I protest, but I can't say no. I'm glad I didn't, because five minutes later he's happy as a child with powdered sugar on his face.

'Just... Don't mess up my car please', I tell him, but I don't really give a shit about what my car looks like, as long as he's happy.

'I can't promise that', he teases, and he gets exactly the response he wants, my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, licking the excessive sugar right up off of his lips.

'Mmh, tastes great, I should've bought one for myself'

'You still can, I'll stay in the car'

'No way I'm leaving you alone for more than a second', and with that, I close my door and start the car again, leaving the parking lot and driving back onto the highway.

Not even a minute later, the donut is already devoured and Wooyoung is leaning his head against the car window, his eyes are closed. I'm not sure if he's asleep or not, but I just keep quiet in case he is.

The radio is on, playing a vaguely familiar tune.

I've always liked to play with fire...

I reach towards the button to turn it off but the second I click it, Woo's eyes shoot open, 'Hey, I was listening to that'.

I immediately click it on again, with a light chuckle.

Watching as the flames get higher.

'That's one of my favourite songs'

'Is it?'

'Mhm, what's your favourite song?'

I freeze for a second. My favourite song? Do I even have one?'

'I have to say, it's been ages since I really listened to music'

'There has to be something you like to listen to'

'Your voice', is the only thing I can come up with, lazily sneaking in a cheesy compliment instead of a real answer.

'Very funny', he says sarcastically, but he can't hide a little smile.

It's quite nice to take my mind off of worrying what we'll be driving into after the next four hours, and trying to look for a single part of my life where I enjoyed music.

'The only thing I can come up with... Is what my mother used to listen to on her record player, I remember feeling so... peaceful', I surprise myself at being able to properly name an emotion, even if it's a vague memory from when I was a kid.

'How old were you then?', Wooyoung chuckles.

'Ten, eleven, maybe...'

'I'm surprised you'd even remember that. Do you also remember what music it was?'

'She used to listen to jazz'

'Does this car have Bluetooth?'

'Of course it does, why are you asking?'

'Give me your phone'

I'm confused, but I hand him my phone without a doubt, if there's one person I trust with it, it has to be Wooyoung.

'Passcode?'

'Your birthday'

'Of course', he tries to look annoyed, emphasis on tries.

A familiar song starts playing over the car speakers, and my mind travels back to my 10 year old self, sitting on the leather couch in a spacious living room, looking up at my mother carefully putting the needle of the record player down on an old, slightly crackling record.

L is for the way you look at me.

She used to sing along, throwing glances at the door of the office my dad was 'working' in.

O is for the only one I see.

I barely notice my eyes getting watery, but Wooyoung definitely does.

V is very, very, extraordinary.

E is...

'Turn that damn thing down!', he yelled from the slightly open door of that cursed office, and my mother's smile disappeared in an instant. She didn't dare to sing a word again, the old record going back onto the shelves, which were only there for decoration.

'I should focus on the road', I think out loud, my voice is thin.

'I can turn it off...'

'Don't, I want to hear the end of that song, I think it'll be my first time ever hearing it'

'Why?'

I sigh, I didn't want to tell Wooyoung the truth about what happened in my childhood, I wanted to protect him from it, but at the same time, I want him to know. 'My dad always used to cut her off, yelled at her to turn it down'

'Did he ever hurt you?', he asks, looking at me with genuine concern.

'He was a monster', I tell him, 'And every day I'm more and more afraid I'm like him'

'You aren't'

'I'm not so sure of that'

'You really aren't', he repeats, 'I promise'