Twilight//Woosan

8

San winced as they stepped out of the restaurant, the sunlight burning his eyes.

"Are you ready to get clothes now?" He asked, turning to look at Wooyoung. He nodded and they walked towards the street booths. San glanced around as Wooyoung observed the booths, stopping to look at everything available.

"Do you know what you want?" He asked and Wooyoung shook his head, stopping once again to look at the brightly colored clothing. San hums and follows the other, looking at them as well.

"Do you know what size you wear?" Wooyoung shook his head and San sighed.

"Can I ask why?" Wooyoung looked at him and bit his lip.

"I never choose" it took San a moment to decipher what was said while Wooyoung looked forward again.

"Never choose? Oh, you mean you never got to choose your clothes?" San finally responded and Wooyoung just nodded, staying silent. San looked over at Wooyoung, seeing how sad he became and felt bad, reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, its okay. We can find something that you like and this time you can choose, okay?" He spoke quietly, trying to comfort the other. Wooyoung nodded, a small smile dancing across his lips. They continued walking until eventually Wooyoung stopped again, looking at the clothes on display.

"You like these?" San asked, watching the interest cross Wooyoung's face. Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply but was cut off before he could.

"San look at you, you've grown since I last saw you huh, all grown up now. And look at this, pretty nice catch if I say so myself." San felt himself tense and Wooyoung looked at him worriedly.

"What do you want? He growled, turning to face the man behind them.

"Now, now thats not very nice Sannie" the man grinned, a predatory glint in his eye.

"Dont fucking call me that" San went to take a step forward but quickly stopped himself.

"Oh come on Sannie, why so hostile?" San took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He looked behind him when he felt a hug on the back of his shirt, seeing Wooyoung's confused face.

"Sannie?" He asked quietly, beginning to look scared.

"Not right now Wooyoung" San spoke softly, trying to control his anger.

"Wooyoung huh. What is this, your new plaything San?" The man grinned again, this time directing it towards Wooyoung causing him to shrink back.

"Dont you say his name you bastard!" San yelled, lashing forward, swinging at the other.

"Do you know who I am Wooyoung?" The man stepped back, dodging San's swing. Wooyoung didnt answer, only shaking his head with fear in his eyes.

"Awe San, I'm hurt that you dont talk about me. Well Wooyoung...you can call me Seojun" the man, Seojun, introduced, stepping towards Wooyoung and reached out, grabbing his jaw.

"Stop it! Stay away from him, please dont!" San exclaimed, a desperate look on his face as he ran towards them, trying to force Seojun away.

"Please?! Little brother are you that weak now?" Seojun laughed, shoving San away and turning to stare down at him.

"Wooyoung, be a good boy and don't move" San gasped when Seojun grabbed him, forcing him to his feet.

"Dont listen Wooyoung, run! You need to run now!" San choked out and Wooyoung shakily nodded, stumbling away as fast as he could.

"There you go again San, always getting in my way and ruining my fun" Seojun tsked, shaking his head mockingly.

"Is that was this was this is? Finally coming to finish the job you failed so long ago?" San asked resentfully. Seojun laughed, tightening his grip.

"No brother, thats not why I was here but now? I might just have to do that"

Seonghwa gasped when he saw Wooyoung running towards the ship, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh baby, whats wrong? Wheres San?" He asked, running to Wooyoung and grabbing him tight.

"Sannie...Seojun...cant h-help" Wooyoung sobbed and Seonghwa froze.

"Did you say Seojun?" He asked and Wooyoung nodded. Seonghwa slowly released his grip on Wooyoung, hands shaking as a cold wave of terror washed over him.

"Youngie, I need you to stay here, okay?" Seonghwa asked with a trembling voice. Wooyoung nodded, barely registering what was said. As soon as he nodded Seonghwa was gone.

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong, we need to go now!" He yelled, running into the office, startling the other.

"What? Why?" He stood quickly, knocking the papers from the desk.

"San's in trouble" Seonghwa answered leading them off the ship, almost tripping in his haste.

"How?"

"Seojun' s back" that caused Hongjoong to swallow thickly, images of the man running through his head. He had only had the displeasure of meeting him once and thought he would never have to see him again. But if he was back then there was no way of telling what kind of state that San was in right now.

San coughed, spitting blood onto the pavement. He looked up as footsteps approached him, staring as his brother walked closer with a sinister smile on his face.

"Not so tough now are we Sannie?" Seojun crouched down to be eye level with San, threading his fingers into his hair and yanking. San bit back a yelp and glared at the other, rage boiling within him stronger than he had ever felt and yet, he couldn't do anything. He couldnt fight back, he couldnt win against Seojun and he knew that but that didnt mean he was going to give up completely.

"Shut up" he mumbled, trying to pull his head back.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you" Seonjun tightened his grip and grinned, bringing San's face closer to his own. San grinned back, spitting blood on his face.

"I said, shut up" San spoke again this time holding eye contact. He gritted his teeth when he felt the impact of a hand against his face, throwing his head to the side.

"You little bitch" Seojun exclaimed in disgust, wiping his face off with his hand. "You're gonna regret that" San swallowed but didnt move. He might not be able to win but he wasnt going to run away, hes already done enough of that.

Seojun pushed him back until he was sitting on the ground, pulling a blade from his belt. San let out a grunt when he fell against the ground from his crouched position, watching cautiously as the other walked closer, twirling the blade between his fingers. He screamed when in the next second that very same blade was embedded into his thigh, tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks as he heaved for breath.

"Look at how weak you are, crying like a baby" San didnt say anything, focusing on trying to stay awake. He felt the blade pull from his thigh and bit his lip, forcing his eyes open. Seojun saw him looking and smiled, bringing the blade towards his face.

"Look at the pretty color San" he spoke, bringing the red stained blade up for San to see. "You always were so pretty, more girl than boy" Seojun sneered dropping his hand down, "maybe thats why they always liked you better"

"They liked me better because you're a fucking psychopath" San spat, bringing his hand up to squeeze his thigh.

"Thats not very nice" Seojun spoke, a fake sweetness in his words.

"No, you just dont like to hear the truth" San screamed again when the blade came to his arm, slicing through his bicep.

"Stop back talking brat" Seonjun growled. San bit his tongue and stayed quiet.

"Better, maybe you actually had some manners beat into since last time I saw you. Did your coward of a captian finally step up and be a man, beat you into submission?" Seojun cackled at the thought, "Oh what a glorious thing to imagine" he smiled, grabbing San by his chin. He forced him to look at him and brought their faces inches apart.

"Did you cry then too?" He whispered lowly, running the blade across San's cheek. San just closed his eyes.