𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 | 𝐖.𝐒𝐀𝐍 / 𝐒.𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆

[ELEVEN]

FRI.
2 / 9 / 18
11 ; 15 AM
SAN;

"wake up," san deadpans as he swiftly unlocks and opens wooyoung's iron door.

wooyoung, being tired from the yesterday night's events, was still sleeping and didn't hear san talking. san walked into the room carefully until he stood beside wooyoung sleeping peacefully as if he wasn't kidnapped less than 15 hours ago.

san subconsciously smiled faintly before he noticed his grin and dropped it; reverting back to his stoic expression, "wake up," he demanded harsher and louder than before.

wooyoung groaned as his eyes fluttered open only to shut them tightly and snuggle back into his covers. san frowned.

"we're getting breakfast, so whether you get up or not is your decision," san stated.

funnily enough, right as san mentioned food, wooyoung shot out of bed.

san chuckled a bit, "go take a shower, i'll get you some new clothes and a toothbrush."

before wooyoung could respond, san was out of the room closing that two-ton door. the lavender-haired male softly sighed and lazily got out of the - unexpectedly comfortable - twin sized bed. 

he shuffled out of his covers and trudged to the bathroom. his eyes barely open as he pushes the door open and steps into the shower.

when wooyoung finished showering, he felt much more refreshed. as wooyoung was exiting the bathroom, he thought back to the last time he got a full night's sleep, which was about two weeks ago when he finished turning in his 20 page essay in his biochem class.

as he got out with nothing but a towel, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw san standing on the other side of the room putting on his shit-brown trench coat. wooyoung instinctively covered his chest with his arms.

before wooyoung could even let out a surprised gasp, san spoke, "i did knock."

wooyoung's eyes narrowed and the elder smirked and pointed to the twin-sized bed in the corner, "there's a toothbrush and your new clothes. wear them; we're going soon."

the lavender-haired male rolled his eyes instead and walked over to the bed, "uh, thanks i guess."

"don't thank me, those are yunho's clothes," san thought for a moment, "but i suppose you haven't met him yet," he mumbled the last part, as if it were a though to himself.

wooyoung glanced down to the clothes, "so, where do gang members eat? some high-end version of ihop?"

san snorted, "do i look like i shit money? we're going to denny's."

wooyoung said nothing as he raised his eyebrow and looked at what san was wearing: armani jeans, a saint laurent turtleneck,and  louis vuitton dress shoes topped with a dolce & gabbana trench coat. not to mention his wristwatch - ulysse nardin, gucci maybe?

wooyoung snorted, "please, your outfit alone could pay off my student debt and rent for the next forty-two years."

"be dressed in five, i'll have the car waiting. mingi will take you down," san responded as if he wasn't listening and quickly left the room.

"who the fuck even goes to denny's?" wooyoung grumbled as he put on his clothes.

the fabric was soft and loose, seemingly expensive, but nowhere near the cost of san's outfit. before he changed, he went to brush his teeth. he then slipped into the outfit and grabbed the coat he was wearing yesterday.

wooyoung walked over to the door but before he could even open it, someone else did. mingi.

or, at least, wooyoung hoped it was.