Perfume • Woosan | Ateez

f i v e {pt. 2}

San never fought before but he put all of his strength and the rage he had against them in his first punch. It was directed right at the blonde dude who had held back Wooyoung until now. The gray haired boy had fallen down to his knees due to the kick in the stomach, which is why San went for the blonde one first and not the guy who had done the punching. That one was still facing him with the back, so San figured he had better chances with getting the other asshole first. Certainly surprised the dude backed away a little after San's fist had struck him right in the face. Even though all of this happened in only a matter of seconds, he felt like everything was happening in slow motion.

He then immediately tried reaching for Wooyoung to pull him back on his feet, but got abruptly pulled back on his hood. It was so unexpected that he crashed down to the ground with his head first, without being able to brace himself for the fall. The pain was so sharp that he immediately felt sick. All San could do while laying on his back was hear someone scream like hell. He didn't know if that was himself screaming of pain or maybe Wooyoung, who now had to fight off the four guys by himself again. San couldn't see anything. He couldn't move. Everything was black first and then suddenly a strange mix of colors.

He didn't know how long he laid on the ground before someone pulled him up a little, only to punch him in the face nonetheless. His head was spinning even more now, but he finally could make out the voices around him again. »I told you to stay the fuck out of it, you dumb shit«, he heard the same guy say, who had pushed him to the ground earlier. Then he got punched again. San was so numb to the pain at this point that he started laughing hysterically.  Who the hell did this dude thought he was? G-Dragon? Enough was enough, so San did the first thing that came to his mind, which was kicking the dude like crazy, until he let go of him. After being harshly dropped to the ground again, San finally opened his eyes. He was still feeling kind of dizzy, but got a rush of adrenaline when he saw that Wooyoung was back on his feet, punching on one of the assholes. He couldn't see the other two anymore, so he figured it was only two against two now. Did Wooyoung really fight of two of them by himself?

Before the guy in front of him could redeem himself from his sudden attack, San quickly crawled back a little so he could get up on his feet again. He had to shut his eyes for a few seconds when he was back to standing though, because he felt like he was going to throw up any second. There was a weird sounding beeping going on in his head too. »San! Watch out«, he could hear Wooyoung scream all of the sudden, so he quickly opened his eyes again. The dude was coming right at him, there was no backing away from this anymore. Don't fuck this up, he thought. Then he was the one attacking first this time.

He got the dude good two, maybe three times, but his opponent was really quick with paying his punches back. Everything was happening so fast again that San didn't have time checking on how Wooyoung was doing. He was just about to go for another punch, when suddenly sirens appeared in the background. »Yo, we need to get out of here«, he heard the guy who was fighting with Wooyoung scream. San made the mistake of taking his eyes of the guy in front of him, so he didn't see the last punch coming. The beeping got louder again, with the strange mix of colors following. »Fucking run«, he heard the guy say to his friend, before both of them disappeared down the road. San already saw Halmoni talking to police officers and the trouble he would get in, when suddenly the sirens got quieter again, before they also disappeared into nothing. They must've driven along another street, not the one they had fought on. So they weren't called for them.

San fell down to his knees, relieved, that finally no one was punching him anymore. He was breathing really hard and was trying to calm down with breathing techniques his grandma had shown him when he was a little kid, because he always used to have such a panic riding the elevator. »Do you like getting in fights? Is that why you have so many fucking bruises?«, San asked after a while, still breathing heavy. Unlike Wooyoung he knew when it was best to keep his mouth shut and do what other people said, so he wouldn't get hurt. It seemed like Wooyoung didn't care about that at all. San also never cursed. It looked like the gray haired boy was a bad influence on him already. San didn't even know, if the other boy was listening to his words, or if he had just took off as well. He was still on the ground, with his eyes closed.

Suddenly he heard someone kneeling down in front of him though.

»My name is Jung«, San heard his now familiar voice whisper.

»Jung Wooyoung.«

He didn't know what to say to that, so he just opened his eyes and starred back at the boy. Wooyoung was bleeding a little from his face and tomorrow he would probably look just as swollen and blue, as when San had first seen him in the hallway of his grandma's house. This time it was something else than anger or fear that he thought to see in his eyes though. He almost looked.. thankful. They sat there for a few seconds, just looking at each other, trying to catch their breathes and calm down a little, before Wooyoung was the one grabbing him for the first time. »Come on, Choi San«, he said, sounding totally done with this situation, but not mean at all. »We need to get out of here as well, before the fucking cops show up after all.«

San felt like an absolute wreck while Wooyoung was half dragging and half carrying him to the next public toilet, which was ironically next to a playground. It was not like two beat up teenager would attract attention here at all, no. Wooyoung locked the door for some privacy with a broom that was randomly laying on the tile, after he had sat San down on the sink. They didn't speak on the way here again, but it was not a weird or awkward kind of silence, since they were used to sharing a quietness. San would've been really surprised about Wooyoung speaking up first, when the heavy headache he was having wouldn't mess with his thinking so much.

»You did pretty good for your first fight«, he told him, sounding almost softly, while cleaning his bloody lip and eyebrow. San didn't say anything, because he was so mesmerized by the beautiful, dark pair of eyes, who were starring right at his face, that he forgot every word that came to mind. He also wasn't sure if he was maybe dreaming this or putting to much into this, but Wooyoung didn't seem like the guy who always tried to get left alone in this moment at all. Even though his head seemed really heavy and he also still felt dizzy, San was also feeling kind of relaxed, because for the first time he wasn't the one leading what was going on. Right now he could just be with Wooyoung, without having to do anything for it.

»They hurt you«, he finally ended the silence. It was more accidentally, but he didn't regret speaking his thoughts out loud. Wooyoung looked up from his lips to his eyes, almost smirking a little. »They hurt you too«, he said after a few seconds. »They hurt you more«, San whispered immediately. And he didn't only mean the guys from today. He meant all of the people, who ever gave him bruises before. Mentally or physically. Wooyoung was looking at him with questions in his eyes now, so he suddenly got the urge to explain to him, why he had jumped out of his comfort zone for him. »You looked like you could need someone. Someone to help you fight against whatever you were trying to fight back there«, San kept whispering, because talking normally suddenly felt to hard.

San didn't believe that the gray haired boy got worked up so much only because some stupid guys wanted to steal his shoes. Obviously he had a whole other war to fight somewhere else, so San just guessed, that he let out all of his stress with unimportant fights like this. Wooyoung grabbed another tissue, after he had just stared at him for a few seconds. Then he started to carefully clean San's lip again, which apparently didn't stop bleeding. »I guess you are my hero«, Wooyoung was the one whispering now, before throwing the now bloody tissue into the other sink. San's own gaze now went from the boys' eyes down to his lips. He had never seen such a full pair of lips in real life. »Doesn't a hero always get a reward?«, he asked daringly. San was pretty sure that he picked up this line from some movie or something, because he could never think of something like this to say by himself. He probably would've never said anything in this nature in the first place, if he wouldn't feel so out of it.

»I think your family has too much movie nights«, he heard the now hoarse voice of the boy in front of him say. But San didn't get to answer anything to the way to true statement, before Wooyoung granted him his reward. San could've never even imagined a situation like this, but smoothly the gray haired beauty stepped even closer to him, for what he had to push between his legs, since he was still sitting on the bathroom sink. Carefully but determinding he reached for his injured face, to pull San up to him a little.

Then Wooyoung kissed him.

San kissed him back willingly.