Screw you [WOOSAN FF]

Chapter 17

"Yup yup, it's me! Hello again, Wooyoung's cutie." Jihoo was accompanied by two other boys, who San recognized to be students from their school.

"How... How did you find me? And why are you following me?" San managed to ask, taken aback.

Jihoo chuckled, his laugh sounding surprisingly genuine. "I was at that party too, dumbass. At first I was there to talk to Wooyoung, but then I found you, and I assumed talking with you would be of better use. If you get what I mean."

"Ugh, you gotta let go, man," whined San, desperate. "What Wooyoung did... That was a long time ago!"

Jihoo raised his arms in helplessness. "We gotta do what we gotta do, cutie! Your little friend ain't the only one who needs money."

Honestly, the blond was a bit scared of the taller, much more dangerous male. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but understand his means. Having seen Wooyoung's house and its surroundings, he could guess a lot of other teens and adults lived in such poverty, and probably didn't want the little money they had to be stolen and kept.

San was still shivering, the hair of his neck rising as cold gust of wind blew harder then before. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up, swiftly looking around for an exit.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you on that one, buddy," he breathed, letting a soft chuckle escape from his mouth. "I barely ever talked to Wooyoung. He's not even in my class."

But at the moment the younger male popped in his head, San's eyes widened and he tried to hide his desperation. He was going to come. Wooyoung was looking for him, and knowing the neighborhood as he did, he'd find him in no time. The last thing San wanted to top off the wonderful night he had just had was a street fight and Wooyoung getting beat up by three thugs. Just the thought of it, Wooyoung having to suffer because he had gotten lost like an idiot after fleeing the party, made San want to crumble in a ball and cry. Though the ball part was mostly because he was so cold he felt like his legs would give in at any moment.

"Haha," Jihoo fake laughed. And as if he could read the blond's thoughts, he added: "Now I know you are very important to Wooyoung. That's why i think he's running along the streets right now, looking for his lost puppy." San furrowed his brows, heart skipping a beat. He glanced around a second time, rocking back and forth. Jihoo walked towards him, hands in his pockets. The two other boys stayed a few steps away, but San knew at the state he was in, they'd catch him the second he tried to run. He was trapped, having no idea what Jihoo intended to do to him.

"Dammit," exclaimed Wooyoung, shaking Seonghwa's phone vigorously. It was dead. He sighed, his breath forming a small cloud as he sped down the main road. San couldn't have gone that far! He had to be in the alleys that surrounded the main. As he hurried along the frozen sidewalk, Wooyoung came up with all the worst scenarios he could imagine, most of them involving kidnappings or hypothermia. "Dammit," he repeated, shaking the thoughts away.

Suddenly a yell was heard, echoing on the buildings' brick walls. "Wooyoung!" The boy's head shot up. This wasn't San's voice. "Wooyoung, come here you coward!" A few laughs were heard. "I got your cutie," sang the male voice, making's Wooyoung's teeth clench.

"I know who you are," he growled, running towards the voice, before finally stopping in an alley a few feet away.

The scene before him was not as bad as he was expecting. There was no blood at least, which was good news. Jihoo stood proudly in front of him, looking absolutely relaxed, almost like he was having fun. He was holding San by the hair. Fortunately, the blond only seemed to be scared, rather than hurt. "Good evening Woo!"

"It's like 1am," grumbled San, face immediately tensing up as Jihoo strengthened his grip.

"Quiet cutie. So here's how this is gonna go," he started, looking back to Wooyoung.

The purple haired male was boiling with rage, but as always, kept a perfectly composed attitude, not wanting things to escalate.

"You are bringing me my money. Tonight... And I know you're a tad angry I'm holding your friend by the hair right now, so look," as he talked, he let San go, emphasizing the gesture while staring at Wooyoung. "He won't be hurt, but he stays here until I get the cash. Of course, his safety depends on wether or not you repay me." Before the latter could speak, Jihoo went on, biting his nail. "I know your house isn't too far from Mingi's, it's about ten minutes away. So if you ain't back in twenty minutes, baby San here gets it."

Wooyoung greeted Jihoo with a tight-lipped smile. Oh, the punches he'd throw at him the moment he gets the occasion! But for now, he knew better than to try and negotiate. He turned on his heels and raced up the main road.

Silence fell on the dark alley. Jihoo's friends were now a few feet away, quietly smoking  cigarettes while glancing back at the two others  from time to time. San sat on the cold ground, back against the brick wall. He rubbed his shoulders, teeth now clicking together uncontrollably. To his surprise, Jihoo leaned on the wall next to him. "First time being a prisoner, huh?"

San raised at him a disbelieving face. "Are you kidding?"

"What? You kinda look like the perfect hostage to be honest."

San didn't have the energy to laugh so he replied with a half disgusted grin instead. "Who the fuck thinks that...?"

"Heh, don't worry," added the other, still biting at his nail. "First time's the worst."

Not wanting to know why, or how Jihoo drew that conclusion, the blond stayed silent. Maybe the taller had been engaged in gang wars? Or had been held captive a few times before? San shivered.

After fiddling with the keys for almost a minute, Wooyoung burst inside his house, hands shaking with cold and distress. He immediately ran up to the first floor where his room was, skipping stairs and stumbling. The door slammed on the wall as he reached his desk, grabbing the mason jar which contained all the money he'd made at work. The only light in the room came from the moon outside, its milky rays beaming through the wide window. Even without proper light, Wooyoung could see the jar was almost full. He knew there was about 240, 000 won (200 usd) inside. He looked at it and bit his lip, taking a look outside, then back to the jar. He needed to give half of it to Jihoo. Still, this was the money his father so badly needed. Letting out a small cry of guilt, he opened the jar, grabbed a pile of bills and rushed back out of his room. I'm doing this for San.

He bolted out the door, barely hearing the small voice that erupted behind him. "Woo, is that..."

"Here," hissed the purple haired boy, handing Jihoo his bills. The taller gabbed it from his hands almost avidly, before counting it with caution. Wooyoung took that time to look at San, meaning to ask if he was okay. But the boy seemed dazed, half lidded eyes drifting to the floor. As he was about to call out to the blond, Jihoo raised his head again, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Good job, Woo! I didn't think you'd give it up that easily! Guess you just need to find the right..." he gazed at the boy on the floor. "...Pressure point."

"We're getting out of here." Murmured Wooyoung between clenched teeth. "Come on, San. San?"

The boy seemed to wake, and leaned on his hand to get up. But as soon as he stood, a sudden weakness hit him, and he let out a small cry, stumbling back and crashing on the floor. Jihoo immediately fell to his side, grabbing him by the shoulders while shooting a panicked look at Wooyoung.

"He's passed out!"

"Get off him," sneered Wooyoung, rushing to San's side and gently patting his cheek. It was freezing cold. "Sannie? Ugh come on blondie, wake up, okay? I need you to wake up..." But the blond was obviously set on staying comatose. His lips were almost purple and skin even paler than usual. "Okay that's it." Wooyoung picked the boy up bridal style, turning to Jihoo. "If this is in the least your fault, then god help me I will break. Every. Damn. Bone. In your body, got it?"

Jihoo rolled his eyes. "Just take him to the hospital."

"No you are coming with me," declared Wooyoung, walking out of the alley, San limp in his arms. Jihoo reluctantly followed.