family is everything.
It's a safe place when you're scared and something to guide you when you're lost.
Its someone that will pick you up, dust you off and tell you that everything is going to be okay.
Some people are born into a loving family, some people live their lives searching for one and some people create their own.
But even with its amense beauty.
It can be dangerous.
It can get you into trouble, irraverasable, life changing trouble if you trust the wrong people.
And sometimes, that's the price you pay for love.
"San!" You called up from the bottom of the stairs.
"There is a man here to see you..." You looked over at the man whose name you had now forgotten and smiled awkwardly.
'Wooyoung' he mouthed, "He'll know what its about."
"Wooyoung. Wooyoung's here. " You continued to shout.
All of a sudden San slid into view at the top of the stair case. He was panting and out of breath as he stumbled down towards you, zipping up his pants as he went.
He stopped for a split second to kiss you and you felt like never letting go. You felt sans hand reach up to cup your face as he pulled himself away from the kiss, leaving you empty.
"This might take a while." He smiled, placing one final kiss on your forehead before disapearing out of the front door, leaving its slam ringing in your ears.
You sighed and dragged yourself over to the couch slumping down onto it miserably.
You hadn't known san long but he was still the person you knew you were meant to be with, the way you felt about him was like nothing you'd ever felt before. You were in a constant euphoria when he was around.
Or at least you used to be.
Now you were living together it was different, he was around less, he was secretive and you felt like you didn't know him anymore.
Everytime you walked into a room unannounced he would turn into a sheepish mess, rushing to hide anything he was looking at like a little boy who's mum just caught him playing video games when he wasn't supposed to be.
The idea of him cheating even crossed your mind, it was only for a split second but it was enough.
And you hated yourself for it because you knew San, you trusted him with your life.
You still couldn't help but think that maybe you were just too in love with him to see through his lies.
Maybe you were being naive for trusting him at all.
What you knew for sure, however, was that San was hiding something and you had to know what.
You wriggled around on the sofa and turned on the TV, watching some rubbish morning television until San came home.
The lock twitched a little, making a very unpromising noise. You head San huff from outside and the key leave the lock. The door handle twitched again and the door came open.
He didn't speak a word to you as he took of his shoes and began to walk towards the steps.
"San. Wait." You sighed.
"Talk to me. Please." He turned slowly to face you, you waited for his reply, half expecting him to simply walk away from you. It was clear he was thinking about it but still he didn't. He took a heavy breath and spoke.
"Come with me."
His tone was different, deeper, darker, dauntingly cold.
You complied and followed the man to your bedroom.
Silence insuded as you took a seat next to him on the bed.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you this." He started, instantly all color drained from your face. Oh god.
