You're My Treasure: Story of Woosan

Eight

San's POV

After Wooyoung left to use the bathroom, I started to feel anxious. I still didn't know if that pervert actually left or not. I wondered if he actually just waiting for the right time to pounce.....

No, Choi San, stop thinking about it. He's left the place, disappeared into thin air, or did he? Should I check on Wooyoung or something, just to make sure he is alright, that's all. Just two guys going to do their business, nothing weird about that whatsoever.

I finished the last of my Sour Patch Kids, savoring the fruity flavors and malic acid before getting up and exiting the room. Frantically looking for the men's room was difficult until I remembered seeing one when I was carrying the drinks. I retraced my steps, letting my worries take over my body, sprinting to the bathroom, hoping he is OK. I ran, not caring if people stared at me or whispered about me, I just need ...to... make... sure...

A few moments later, I arrived at the threshold of the bathroom, out of breath and perspiration threatened my body. I was about to enter until my thoughts invaded me once more.

Should I wait until Wooyoung comes out or something? No, I got to see if he's OK or not. Wait a second, why should I care? He is just using the bathroom, for God's sake. No, that guy could be in there, doing.......... WHO KNOWS WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!?!?

That specific thought sprang me into action, no hesitation appeared on my face or my body's movements. I slammed the door open, not giving a damn if I left a dent in the wall, and bolted inside. I saw nothing at first until I heard something that pierced my heart and left it bleeding.....crying.....Jung Wooyoung's sobs filled the bathroom, filling me with absolute rage. I scanned the bathroom, finally seeing the handicapped stall's door locked.

"HELP, HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE, HELP, HE'S-MMMNNNPHHH!!!!!"

I gasped, adrenaline spiking in my bloodstream, resulting in me kicking down the door. What I saw made me glare daggers at the pervert and clenched my fists, turning them whiter than ever. They quickly turned toward me, and different reactions were shown on their faces. While Wooyoung was hopeful and frightened, the pervert was pure anger and lust lingered in his dark eyes.

He then resumed kissing Wooyoung's neck and palming him, Wooyoung squirming against his hold, desperate to escape. I watched in disgust and horror until my instincts took over my mind and body.

You son of a bitch, I'll make you pay for that!!!! Nobody touches Wooyoung like that!!!!!!

I grabbed the bastard by his fucking neck, not caring if he can't breathe or gasping for air. I slammed his body against one of the stall's walls, earning a pained yell from him. I turned around to face Wooyoung, checking to see if he was alright. His clothes and his hair were disheveled, red marks were spotted all over his neck, and his left cheek had a red handprint on it, causing me to growl.

Then, Wooyoung widened his eyes, shock, and fear evident in them. He pointed behind me and yelled, "SAN, WATCH OUT!!!! BEHIND YOU!!!!!"

I spun around just in time to see the bastard holding a knife, ready to stab me. He maliciously smirked at me, showing pure hatred through his empty eyes,

"Nowhere to run, pretty boy. Now, I suggest you get your pretty ass out of here, or things are gonna get ugly in here."

"And I suggest you shut the fuck up and take a little nap." He slightly lowered his weapon with a confused expression until he got the gist, but it was too late.

While he was distracted by my statement, I did a roundhouse kick, aiming specifically at his knife, and knocked it from his hand. He screamed in pain and immediately grabbed his hand. He glared at me and tried to recover his weapon but I grabbed his right wrist and then twisted it, making him scream in agony. I twisted tighter and tighter until I heard the familiar cracking of his carpals and metacarpals. The bastard yelled, struggling to get out of my hold. Before he could free himself, I bashed my fist against his head, knocking the bastard unconscious.

I dropped his unconscious body to the floor, barely caring for his broken wrist. I looked at the body until I heard sniffling behind me. I slowly turned around and saw Wooyoung crying into his hands, shaking so much, making my heart ache. I frowned and walked toward him.

"Wooyoung, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Can you-WOAH!!!!" I was interrupted by Wooyoung's sudden hug, squeezing every trace of oxygen from my lungs. I was trying to tell him to let go of me, but his words stopped me.

"I-I-I w-w-was sooo scared, S-S-S-an. So scar-ed. I-"

"Shhhhhhh, it's OK, it's alright, you're safe. It's over, Wooyoungie, it's over.", I reassured him, hugging him tightly and rubbing small circles on his back. I could feel his rapid heartbeat hammering against my chest, his panting against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. We both stayed in this position until Wooyoung composed himself.

"I want to go, San." He mumbled, looking at the cold, hard floor. I nodded and helped him off the floor. We both left the bathroom with our hands still intertwined together. Once we left the theater, I felt Wooyoung trying to let go of my hand. I looked at him, concern written all over my face.

"Are you sure you're alright? Do you need to go to the hospital or something?"

What is with me right now? Why should I care? When did I start caring about him? Is it because of....???

He shook his head, his bluish dark locks swaying against his forehead. I then tightened my hold on his hand, not wanting to let go just yet. He glanced at me and softly smiled at me, making me grin.

"Thank you, San. Thank you for what you did back there. If you weren't there, I would've been.... you know...." I chuckled and looked at him.

"It was nothing, I'm glad you are OK."

We continued walking, hands intertwined together.

Am I... falling... for you... Jung Wooyoung? Am I becoming too close to you?

Hello again, ATINY. I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little short to y'all. I will publish Nine as soon as I can. Please be safe and stay home because of CORONA VIRUS and all of the other stuff. If y'all have comments, ideas, or questions, please let me know. Also, shout-out to markchanislove, who has been supporting me since the very beginning of this book. Please check out markchanislove's work, it's pretty amazing. I love you, ATINY!!!!!! Fighting!!!!!!!