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Three - Hidden Truths

San Wooyoung

No matter what Wooyoung asked, San had never uttered yet a single word in reply. They'd probably spent the last few minutes completely silent. Wooyoung hadn't progressed at all, and for once he actually felt like he'd failed to do his job.

San on the other hand, seemed rather relaxed from the looks of it, and it got Wooyoung wondering just what they done to this prett- this man.

Wooyoung sighed and was about to pack up when he heard the rattling of chains from the opposite side. He turned his head slightly and was welcomed by San's face. It was so close. Had it not been for the see through barrier between them, Wooyoung would have been in serious danger.

San tilted his head slightly and smiled. Then looked down at Wooyoung's side of the table. Wooyoung followed his eyes. 'What is he looking at?' Wooyoung could not quite figure out what San was doing.

He looked back up at San, who had his eyes pinned on him. San lifted his hands up and slid it across the table in his side.

'Just what is he doing?' Wooyoung thought. But he seemed to have had a good glance at his hands.

They were bruised, they were cut and if they were to be neglected like this, San might risk getting an infection. Wooyoung pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down on it. Do you not want to talk?

He turned it around and placed it on the barrier. San's eyes moved to it and then back at his, before nodding slightly.

'Yes' Wooyoung thought 'I made progress'

He wrote another thing on the piece of paper, making sure that all his questions could be answered with a simple yes or no. He had this urge to ask why he wasn't talking, but he knew that wouldn't be possible. At least lot at this stage. So instead he wrote Those bruises and cuts... Do they hurt?

And like before he placed the paper back on the board. San read it then glanced down at his hands. Wooyoung could hear the rattling of chains, before San lifted his hands up to give Wooyoung a better look.

And he knew San's answer almost immediately, they did hurt. A lot. For a split second, the slightest second, he felt a sense of pity towards the criminal. But he immediately brushed the thought away, there was no way he was going to take the side of a serial killer.

So he decided to continue and try to get more information out of him. He continued writing questions down on the piece of paper and he kept answering with a simple yes or no.

Although he didn't find out much about him and he didn't feel it was necessary for him to go into too much details. We still got the introductions out of the way.

He packed up, took one last look at San and left. Yes, part of him could not figure out just why San would commit all those crimes. He didn't want to even think about it but for the next couple of days, that was all that was going through his mind.

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San Wooyoung

San hadn't seen the doctor for 2 days, he couldn't quite figure out just why he wanted to see him. Maybe it's because he wasn't intimidating, or asked a lot of questions that required San to think of a suitable reply.

And maybe its because Jung Wooyoung did not force him to practically spit out the answers, but rather he looked at San as person. Not a monster.

He still remembered the look on Wooyoung's face when San had showed him all those cuts and bruises that were inflicted on him by some people in this prison. And he was glad that the next question Wooyoung asked wasn't 'Did you do that to yourself'

San lay down on his bed and placed his hand over his face, trying to hide away his smile. He chuckled as he thought 'This is going to get really fun. Prepare yourself Jung Wooyoung'

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