Outlawed

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/50615830.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Fandom: ATEEZ (Band)
Relationships: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung & Kang Yeosang,
Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San & Kim Hongjoong
Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang
Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho
(ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ)
Additional Tags: Protective Choi San (ATEEZ), Protective Kang Yeosang, Fighting,
Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Underground Hero Midoriya Izuku, Family,
Friendship, Crying, Hugs, Rich Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Fighter Choi
San (ATEEZ), Hurt Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung Needs a
Hug (ATEEZ), Rich Kang Yeosang, Bartender Kim Hongjoong
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-10-06 Completed: 2023-12-13 Words: 85,355 Chapters:
19/19
 Outlawed
by RANDC117

Summary

Jung Wooyoung lives a rich, lavish and straightforward lifestyle due to his parents wealth,
living with his best friend. One night changes everything as he goes to an underground
fighting ring and becomes mesmerized by one of the fighters...
 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"I'm so bored."

"Hi so bored, I'm Yeosang," Yeosang grinned as his friend tilted his head up to give him the
stink eye.

"I hate you," he pouted.

"No Wooyoung, you love me," Yeosang teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes but didn't deny it,
relaxing back down in his best friend's arms and turning his attention back to the TV. The two
boys were curled up on Yeosang's bed, Wooyoung having barged in earlier and settling down
with his back to Yeosang's chest.

"This show is so boring," he whined.

"Might I remind you that you came in here by yourself and you're free to leave whenever you
want," Yeosang pointed out. Wooyoung scoffed in outrage and cuddled closer, making
Yeosang roll his eyes but tighten his arm around the younger's waist.

"I don't wanna leave. You're too comfortable," Wooyoung said.

"Brat," Yeosang muttered fondly. Wooyoung grinned and shifted over slightly so his head
was resting on Yeosang's chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"What are you planning on doing tomorrow," Yeosang asked, absentmindedly moving his
hand to brush through Wooyoung's lavender locks.

"Dad wants me to check in on one of the hotels. Apparently they've been getting complaints
about the cleaning services not being done properly," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Yeosang
hummed and massaged his head delicately.

"Do you want me to come with you," he asked softly.

"Nah, I don't want to bore you," Wooyoung replied quietly.

"Nonsense. Why don't we go at about 5:30 and then afterwards we can get some dinner,"
Yeosang said. Wooyoung hummed before nodding, letting his eyes slip closed.

"What, have you decided you're just going to sleep here," Yeosang asked with a chuckle.

"You're comfy," Wooyoung replied quietly. Yeosang sighed but didn't protest, allowing the
younger to slowly drift off to sleep on his chest.

~~~~~
"Hurry up Wooyoung. This is your own agreement, not mine. How are you somehow always
late to everything," Yeosang said with a sigh as he sat on the couch, watching Wooyoung rush
to button up his shirt.

"Shut up and be helpful," Wooyoung said, hurrying over and leaning down. Yeosang
chuckled but reached up and quickly tied the youngers tie for him.

"Are you ready now," he asked.

"Yeah, Anthony has the car out front," Wooyoung replied with a nod. The two boys left the
apartment and took the elevator down to the ground floor.

"Good afternoon Mr Jung, Mr Kang."

"Good afternoon Natalia," Wooyoung replied cheerfully, both boys giving the receptionist a
wave as they passed. Wooyoung took a step closer to Yeosang as they got outside, scanning
for the large black car and finding it directly out front.

"Hey Anthony," Yeosang said as they got into the car.

"Where to Sirs," the driver asked them.

"Jung Hotel Enterprise on 4th street please," Wooyoung replied. The car started and they
drove off.

"Did you decided where we're going for dinner," Wooyoung asked.

"I thought you were supposed to be deciding, Yeosang said with a frown.

"Sangie, you were supposed to already have booked somewhere nice. What if we can't get a
reservation now," Wooyoung whined.

"Since when have we ever not been able to get a reservation? Just tell them your our names
and them boom, open private booths," Yeosang said, rolling his eyes.

"That's just rude Sangie, trying to use the family name to get better things," Wooyoung said
mockingly.

"Says the one who does it at least once a week," Yeosang replied, shaking his head.

"I'm feeling attacked right now Kang Yeosang," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"Good, you should be," Yeosang said with a shrug. Wooyoung frowned in annoyance but
remained quiet, turning to look out the window. Yeosang smiled to himself at the youngers
childishness. The drive took about 20 minutes before they were pulling up out front of the
hotel.

"Thank you Anthony," Wooyoung said as they stepped out. Yeosang closed the door and
moved closer to Wooyoung, gently grabbing his blazer and fixing it up.
"Thanks," Wooyoung said with a soft smiled, patting Yeosang's back in appreciation. They
walked up the marble steps and pushed open the clean glass doors before entering the
building. Wooyoung glanced around, waiting for a staff member to come greet them but no
one came.

"Strike one already I guess," Yeosang said with a raised eyebrow. Yeosang knows just how
much the Jung's pride themselves on their customer service. Wooyoung frowned but
continued walking over to the reception desk. He cleared his throat, making the girl's head
snap up before her eyes widened as she seemed to realise who was standing in front of her.

"Mr J-Jung," she said, hurriedly bowing her head.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could talk to the manager who is on at the moment," Wooyoung
asked. The girl paled in fear before nodding quickly and grabbing the phone, dialling a
number.

"Hi Sir, this is Dianne from reception. Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang are here and wish
to speak with you," she said.

"Ok, thank you," she said after listening to what was said back. She then placed the phone
back down and looked up at the two boys.

"Mr Hwang will be right down," she said. Wooyoung and Yeosang nodded before Wooyoung
glanced around the room. At first glance it looked ok but if you look closer, you can see the
things out of place. Cushions on the couch were in disarray, bins almost full, a little bit of dirt
on the floor. This may not seem like much but Wooyoung's parents have very high standards
for all of their hotels, it's why they became so successful in the first place. He frowned in
annoyance, not liking that his parents name could be tarnished all because some people are
lazy.

"Ah, Mr Jung, Mr Kang, to what do I owe the pleasure," a man asked as he walked out from
the elevator. Wooyoung assumed this must be the manager.

"There have been some complaints coming through about the service and state of this hotel
so my father asked if we could come and do an inspection," Wooyoung said. The managers
face seemed to pale at that, his eyes shifting nervously. Yeosang frowned at that. A nervous
man is a guilty man.

"We weren't informed of any inspections coming up," the manager said.

"Well that is the point. If we let you know were coming then you'd have time to fix things
up," Wooyoung said with a sweet smile. He could see the anger flash through the managers
eyes but he didn't care. If you aren't going to take your work seriously then you can deal with
the consequences.

"Very well. If you'd like to follow me this way, I can give you a tour of some of the rooms,"
the manager said.
"That won't be necessary. Yeosang and I can have a look around ourselves," Wooyoung said.
The manager frowned before seeming to catch himself and smiled.

"Of course. Let me know if I can be of any assistance," he said, bowing before walking off.

"Didn't sound at all dodgy," Yeosang said, making Wooyoung chuckle.

"The main complaints were about the pool and gym room so we'll check those first before
they can do a rushed clean up," Wooyoung said. Yeosang nodded so the two of them set off
down the halls towards the pool.

~~~~~

The two boys did a thorough inspection of the public areas around the hotel, finding that it
was indeed unkept. Wooyoung was not impressed and was quick to give his dad a call,
relaying what they had found.

"Dinner time," Yeosang said as the car stopped out the front of a high-end Italian restaurant.

"Did you even book," Wooyoung asked.

"Nope but we'll be fine," Yeosang said with a shrug. Wooyoung rolled his eyes but chuckled
as they got out of the car, Yeosang waited until Wooyoung was beside him before they linked
arms and continued into the restaurant. There were some people waiting around and
Wooyoung felt bad knowing they would get seated straight away. Yeosang however didn't
falter, tugging Wooyoung forwards to the front host.

"Hello, welcome to Giovanni's, do you have a booking," the lady asked.

"No sorry, we didn't get a chance to book but it's Kang Yeosang and Jung Wooyoung,"
Yeosang replied. The girls eyes widened and she nodded quickly.

"Of course. Mr Kang, Mr Jung, right this way," she said as she grabbed two menus and
walked out. The two boys followed her to a private room where they both sat down.

"Here are your menus. Please take your time and whenever you're ready to order, just click
this green button and a server will come and attend to you," the girl said.

"Thank you," Wooyoung said, giving her a nod before she left.

"Fettucine carbonara," Yeosang asked. Wooyoung grinned and nodded, happy his friend
knew him so well. Yeosang pressed the button and less than a minute later a waiter appeared.

"Good afternoon sirs, what can I get for you," he asked.

"We'll get a main fettucine carbonara and a main lasagne," Yeosang said, pausing for the
waiter to jot it down.

"And could we start off with an entrée of garlic pizza and calamari," he added.
"And can I get you two anything to drink," the waiter asked.

"I'm fine with a water at the moment," Wooyoung said, Yeosang giving a nod in reply as
well. The waiter wrote everything down before walking off.

"What do you want to do after dinner," Wooyoung asked.

"You don't want to head home," Yeosang asked him.

"Not particularly. The night is still young and I want to have some fun," Wooyoung said with
a grin.

"Do you want to go to a night club," Yeosang asked.

"Nah, it's getting a bit boring constantly going to night clubs. I want something new,
something fun," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Yeosang regarded his best friend thoughtfully
before deciding to divulge some information.

"There is a place I know that's new for you and I find quite fun," he said slowly. Wooyoung's
eyes lit up and he sat up straighter.

"And what might this new adventure be," he asked.

"Illegal, definitely illegal," Yeosang said.

"I mean it's not like we haven't done illegal stuff before," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"Fair enough. There's this underground fighting ring downtown. I've gone there a bit over the
past few months and they usually have some pretty good fights. Intense and really fun to
watch," Yeosang explained. Wooyoung was surprised at the olders words. He knows Yeosang
likes to have fun and try new things but he wouldn't have expected him to be into watching
fighting. Not to mention he's been watching for a few months and never mentioned it.

"Sangie you bad boy. I can't believe you would hide this from me," he said with a pout.

"I didn't exactly hide it from you, I just didn't bring it up because you never asked," Yeosang
said with a shrug.

"Rude," Wooyoung said, making Yeosang chuckle.

"Don't pout, we'll go later," Yeosang said. Wooyoung grinned in excitement and nodded.
Sure, it may be illegal but watching people fight seems fun.

~~~~~

They finished dinner about an hour later and Yeosang paid before Wooyoung could protest.
The two of them left the building and went outside.

"It's probably best we walk there anyway given it's illegal," Yeosang said, making Wooyoung
chuckle.
"Show the way Mr Criminal," he said with a grin, making Yeosang roll his eyes.

"Unbutton your blazer and untuck your shirt. You don't want to look to fancy or else people
will mistake you for an investor," Yeosang said as they started walking down the street.
Wooyoung was confused but did as asked.

"What's an investor," Wooyoung asked.

"Rich people who basically fund the ring," Yeosang replied.

"Ok, but like you do realise we're rich too right," Wooyoung pointed out.

"Investors are assholes in my opinion. More often than not, they're old men and from what I
heard, they use their money to get extra rewards," Yeosang explained. Wooyoung furrowed
his eyebrows in confusion before a few seconds later his eyes widened in realisation.

"What, like they pay to get the fighters into bed or something," he asked.

"Yeah. I don't know about you but I'm not too keen on being associated with anything like
that," Yeosang said.

"Yeah, I'm really not interested in a possible scandal like that. Illegal fighting I can deal with,
possible prostitution not so much," Wooyoung said. Yeosang directed the two of them down a
few streets before turning into an alley.

"Should have expected a dodgy entrance," Wooyoung said with a chuckle. Despite the
humour in his voice, he instinctively stepped closer to Yeosang, his hand slipping into the
older boys. Yeosang stopped instantly, squeezing Wooyoung's hand and turning him to face
him.

"I know I suggested this but if it's unsettling you or scaring you in any way then we can go. I
don't ever want to do something you aren't comfortable with," Yeosang said seriously.

"Sangie I'm fine, I promise. I'm not too fond of creepy dark alleys," Wooyoung assured him.

"You positive," Yeosang asked, receiving a nod from Wooyoung.

"Ok, good. Come on," Yeosang said, tugging him forwards. When they got to the end of the
alley, they turned left and were met by a large men outside a door. Yeosang let go of
Wooyoung's hand and bowed down.

"Password," the man asked.

"Wonderland," Yeosang replied. The man nodded before stepping aside.

"Welcome to the Wonderland," he said. Yeosang nodded before he tugged Wooyoung into the
building. Wooyoung was surprised to see the inside, given the outside was so run down and
old. The room they walked into was large and nice. There were tables and seats, as well as a
bar.
"This is the open room. Some people just like to get drunk out here rather than to go out and
watch the fights. They get shown on the TV but it isn't the same as seeing it in person,"
Yeosang said.

"As much as I would love to get drunk, perhaps another time. Right now I would rather see
the action," Wooyoung said with a grin. Yeosang chuckled at his enthusiasm but nodded.

"Do you want to get a drink first," Yeosang asked. Wooyoung thought about it for a few
seconds before nodding.

"One drink would be nice he said. Yeosang nodded and the two of them went over to the bar,
Yeosang flagging down the bartender.

"Long time no see Mr Kang," he said, nodding gently.

"Come on Hongjoong, I thought we were past formalities," Yeosang said. The blue haired
male grinned at him before glancing at Wooyoung, eying him up and down.

"And who is this cutie," he asked with a grin.

"This is Wooyoung, my best friend. Woo, this is Hongjoong, one of the resident bartenders,"
Yeosang explained.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Wooyoung said.

"Same to you. So what can I get for you two," Yeosang asked.

"I'll have a tequila sunrise," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. And Yeosang, your usual," Hongjoong said. Yeosang nodded so Hongjoong walked off
to go make their drinks.

"He seems nice," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah, he's not too bad," Yeosang said with a nod. Hongjoong returned a few minutes later
with their drinks, placing it on the bench in front of them.

"So, who's scheduled for tonight," Yeosang asked.

"Two main fights happening. The Ripper vs Lynx and Strife vs Bear," Hongjoong said.
Yeosang perked up at that, turning to Wooyoung.

"Those will be good fights, we picked a good night," he said.

"He's right. The Ripper is an absolute animal who never plays by the rules but the Lynx is
good, hasn't lost a fight in a year. The other two will also be a good matchup as they have
similar fighting styles," Hongjoong explained.

"First fight starts in 15 minutes so I'd get going out there to get some good seats," Hongjoong
said. Yeosang nodded and smiled in thanks, guiding Wooyoung up and to the back of the
room. There was a door there that they both went through, leading to an empty hall. When
they got to the end of the hall there was another door. This time when the door opened the
silence was broken by loud cheering and yelling.

"Welcome to the arena Youngie," Yeosang said. Wooyoung's eyes widened as he took in the
room. It was quite large, stands surrounding a round ring in the centre of the room. The ring
was caged off by chains that went all the way up to the ceiling.

"Let's go sit down," Yeosang said. Wooyoung nodded so the two of them went up into the
stand and sat down in some empty seats.

"I'm so excited. I've never seen a real fight," Wooyoung said.

"I mean it

S fun to watch but I wouldn't say it's as exciting as you seem to think it is," Yeosang said with
a chuckle.

"Shh, don't ruin my fun," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"Attention ladies and gentleman, the fight featuring Lynx and the Ripper will be commencing
in 10 minutes. Bidding and bets will be closed in 5 minutes so make sure you get in quick," a
voice announced through the arena.

"Bidding," Wooyoung questioned.

"Investors. They bid for time with the fighters afterwards," Yeosang said. Wooyoung frowned
at that, feeling a little unsettled.

"Are the fighters ok with that," he asked.

"From what I've heard from Hongjoong, a lot of them encourage it. The investors pay serious
money and many use that to their advantage. Some however, are not big fans and refuse to
have them," Yeosang replied.

"That's good. At least they can refuse," Wooyoung said with a nod.

5 minutes went by quickly and suddenly announcements were being made once again.

"Ladies and gentleman, introducing to you the well-known brute in the ring, the Ripper."
Wooyoung watched as a large man walked out into the ring. He had on black clothes, a large
beard and a mowhawk.

"Well, he looks friendly," Wooyoung said slowly, watching as the guy walked around the ring
yelling and beating his chest.

"Yeah, not my personal favourite," Yeosang said with a nod.

"And now, introducing to you a fan favourite, Lynx." The Ripper had sat down and a new
person entered the ring. Wooyoung froze in his seat, his eyes widening and his throat drying
as his eyes landed on the new comer. The Lynx was not some jacked, middle-aged man like
the Ripper that he was expecting. He was younger, a lot younger, closer to his own age. He
wore black, tight fitting leather pants and a white tank top, white bandages around his fists.
The Lynx didn't move around hyping himself up like the Ripper did. Instead he did a lap
around the ring, just fixing his bandages.

"Damn Woo, I think you've got a little drool there," Yeosang joked, noticing the look in his
best friends eyes. Wooyoung jumped and quickly looked over at Yeosang before frowning.

"I hate you. You know that right," he said.

"Uh huh. Was I wrong though," Yeosang asked.

"I just, he looks cool. Is he good," Wooyoung asked.

"Very good. I've watched a few of his fights and he's taken down some pretty big guys,"
Yeosang said with a nod. Wooyoung glanced back at the ring, watching the two prepare for
the fight.

"This is going to be so fun to watch," Wooyoung said, clapping happily.

"At least act like you're old enough to be here," Yeosang said, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Hey, stop being an awful best friend," Wooyoung said, whacking Yeosang's shoulder. There
was a sudden bell ringing and Wooyoung turned to see the Ripper lunge forwards and swing
his fist at the Lynx who managed to dodge it quickly. His speed surprised Wooyoung who
watched with rapt attention. The Lynx countered the swing with one of his own that landed in
the Rippers ribs however the man barely flinched. He lunged once again but the Lynx
dodged, backing away. The Ripper didn't give him much breathing room, following after
him. Lynx was doing well at dodging blows, occasionally landing his own. That was until he
wasn't quick enough and the Ripper landed a right hook to his face.

"Shit, that must've hurt," Wooyoung winced, watching the Lynx stumble back with blood
dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, but he can take a hit," Yeosang replied.

The fight continued on, both getting good hits on each other until they were bruised and
bloody. The entire arena let out a gasp as the Ripper suddenly scrunched up his hand from
where he had fallen and jumped up, flinging the sand into the Lynx's face. The other fighter
flinched back, covering his eyes with his hands. That gave the Ripper the opportunity to land
a good hit, making the Lynx fall to the ground.

"Isn't that cheating? That's dirty, that has to be against the rules," Wooyoung said in outrage.

"Like I said, he's a cheat," Yeosang replied.

"Then shouldn't he be disqualified," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"This is underground fighting Woo, they don't exactly have enforcers," Yeosang said.
Wooyoung wasn't happy but he continued watching. The Ripper had the Lynx pinned down
and was punching him repeatedly. Wooyoung winced at every blow, understanding this fight
was over. There was no way the Lynx could turn this around. Except he did. The Lynx
suddenly caught the next punch and kicked the Ripper in the ribs, getting him off him. The
Lynx then sprung up to his feet, blood dripping from his face. The Ripper was attempting to
get up but he wasn't quick enough. It was like watching in slow motion as Lynx ran forwards
and jumped, spinning backwards with his leg raised. It collided with the Rippers face,
sending him sprawling to the ground where he laid unmoving. Bells suddenly chimed and
people were cheering.

"Holy shit. That was awesome," Wooyoung gasped, clapping in shock.

"I told you he was good," Yeosang said with a grin. Wooyoung looked back at the ring to see
the Lynx bowing to the crowd as a man with a microphone stepped into the ring.

"Our winner everyone, Lynx," he announced as he grabbed Lynx's wrist and raised his hand
up followed by loud cheers.

"Congratulations Lynx, a performance well done," the announcer said. The Lynx bowed one
last time before exiting the stage and disappearing. The Ripper was then dragged off stage as
well.

"Thank you ladies and gentleman. Bids for the Bear vs Strife are now open and will close in
half an hour." Wooyoung glanced over at where Lynx disappeared and he felt curiousity fill
him. "Hey Sang, where's the nearest bathroom," he asked.

"I'll show you," Yeosang said, going to get up but Wooyoung stopped him.

"Out that door and to the left. You'll see the label on the wall," Yeosang said. Wooyoung
nodded and left quickly. He turned left like Yeosang said but kept going past the bathrooms,
looking for any sign of where the Lynx may have gone. He knew it probably wasn't the best
idea but he was mesmerised by his performance and wanted to see the man closer, to
congratulate him.

He ended up in a dead end and was going to turn back around but he noticed a door slightly
open. He moved over and knocked gently but got no answer. He was nervous but gently
pushed it open, glancing inside. It seemed empty at first but then he noticed what seemed to
be feet on the ground poking out from behind a bench. He gasped and rushed into the room,
hurrying over to the person on the floor in worry.

When he rounded the corner, he realised too late that it wasn't a person who had collapsed as
he originally thought but it was the Lynx. He had on a black hoodie, his hands unwrapped but
bruised and headphones in his ears. He seemed to be meditating peacefully but that changed
when he seemed to realise there was someone else in the room with him. His eyes snapped
open and he jumped up quickly, ripping out his headphones.

"Who the fuck are you," he snapped, his gaze narrowing on Wooyoung. Yeah, not the greatest
idea of Wooyoung's.
 "Uh, sorry. The door wasn't closed properly and I thought you were hurt," Wooyoung rushed
out quickly.

"I can protect myself and even if I couldn't, I highly doubt you could protect me," Lynx said.

"I um, I wanted to congratulate you on your win, it was awesome," Wooyoung said
nervously. The Lynx was quiet, his eyes sweeping up and down Wooyoung's form before he
frowned.

"Look, I'm not interested, no matter how much money you offer me," he said.

"Wait, wh-oh." Wooyoung felt embarrassed when he realised what he meant.

"No, th-that's no-."

"Sorry I took so long. I had to-." Wooyoung turned as Hongjoong stopped talking. Wooyoung
was confused but before he saw the first aid kit in the bartenders hands.

"Oh, Wooyoung," Hongjoong said, glancing behind him to look at Lynx.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't realise you clean up the fighters," Wooyoung said.

"That's cos I don't. Lynx here is like a brother to me though, so I do what I can to patch him
up," Hongjoong said.

"Hongjoong, that's enouh," Lynx snapped. Wooyoung turned around again, finding Lynx
glaring at him.

"You can leave now, you're not welcome," he said. Wooyoung thought it was best to leave
rather than to try to explain himself.

"Right, sorry. Once again, well done. It was an impressive fight," he said, bowing down
before leaving quickly. He hurried down the halls and back to Yeosang who was sitting in his
seat still, reading through his phone.

"You find it ok? You took a while, I was worried you got lost," Yeosang said.

"Almost did but I got there," Wooyoung lied and Yeosang hummed.

"Next fight is in 20, are you enjoying it so far," Yeosang asked.

"Definitely. The fighters were good, they intrigue me," Wooyoung replied. One of them in
particular. His thoughts drifted back to the Lynx, with the dark hair and dark eyes and he had
a feeling he would be seeing him more in the coming months. He hoped.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Let me know what you guys think of this chapter and how you think you might enjoy
this story or if you won't.

If you have the time, please tell me your favourite moments in this chapter :)
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung couldn't sleep. It's been 3 days since he and Yeosang went and watched the
fighting and yet for some reason his mind was drifting back to Lynx. He and Yeosang had
stayed and watched the next fight where the Bear beat Strife. It was good to watch but
Wooyoung still felt like he was entranced by Lynx. The way he fought, the precision and the
quickness in his movements was amazing. He was embarrassed by their encounter, having
not thought it through properly. Lynx most definitely thinks he's some sort of invasive
investor and will most likely try to steer clear of him from now on. Wooyoung groaned and
thumped his head back on his pillow, trying to will himself to sleep. It didn't work however
so he turned over and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 2:15am. He groaned
again in frustration before giving up. He sat up and shrugged off his covers, slipping out of
bed. The air was cold out of the comfort of his blankets but he continued forwards in
determination. He left his room and crossed the penthouse to the other bedroom, opening the
door and slipping inside. He glanced towards the bed, seeing Yeosang sprawled out and
sleeping peacefully. He felt slightly bad but at the same time he knew Yeosang wouldn't
mind. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers, slipping in gently. He tried his
best not to wake Yeosang but it was useless as Yeosang stirred almost instantly.

"Woo," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, sorry. Go back to sleep," Wooyoung whispered. Yeosang sighed and shuffled over to
one side of the bed, opening his arms for Wooyoung to snuggle into.

"You ok," Yeosang asked softly.

"I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come here," Wooyoung replied. Yeosang
hummed lightly and moved his hand to run through Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung sighed in
satisfaction, relaxing into Yeosang's body.

"Get some sleep Youngie," Yeosang mumbled. They went quiet for a few minutes before
Wooyoung got a sudden thought.

"Hey Sangie, he whispered, receiving a grunt in reply from the older.

"Can we go back to the ring again sometime," he asked.

"O'course, whatever you want. But sleep now," Yeosang said. Wooyoung smiled happily
himself and cuddled closer to Yeosang, his head buried into his chest ad his arms encircling
his waste. He found himself finally able to drift off to sleep in Yeosang's embrace.

~~~~~
"Woo, it's time to wake up." Wooyoung woke up to the gentle shaking and peeled his eyes
open to see Yeosang glancing down at him where he was snuggled to his chest.

"I'm sorry, I know you didn't sleep much last night so I tried to let you cuddle as long as I
could but I have an appointment in an hour so I need you to get up," Yeosang said.

"You can go back to sleep again though, I just need to get out of bed," Yeosang said.
Wooyoung nodded tiredly and shifted so Yeosang could get out before rolling back over into
the warmth Yeosang left and snuggling down.

"Get some more sleep," Yeosang whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of the youngers
head. Wooyoung struggled to keep his eyes open and they slipped back closed quickly,
sending him off to sleep once again.

~~~~~

When Wooyoung next awoke, he was still alone in the room and the penthouse was quiet. He
yawned and sat up, wiping his eyes to get rid of the sleep in them. His schedule for the day
was completely empty so he took his time getting up and making some breakfast before
sitting down at the table with his plate of bacon and eggs, pulling out his phone. He decided
to do some investigating, opening up Facebook. He wasn't sure what Lynx's name was but
Hongjoong mentioned they were close he searched up Hongjoong's name. He scrolled
through a few profiles before finally finding the one with a familiar blue haired male. He
clicked on the profile and begun scrolling through the photos but making sure not to
accidentally like any photos. There were quite a few photos on his account but none with
Lynx. He continued scrolling for a few minutes, about to give up when a photo suddenly
caught his eyes. It was from four years ago and it was a photo of a young Hongjoong and
what looked like a young Lynx. Lynx looked the same with his facial features but his body
had changed quite a bit over the years. The Lynx in the photo was a bit smaller, more
scrawny in a way. Wooyoung glanced at the caption for answers but there wasn't much, just
Hongjoong wishing his little brother a happy 18th birthday. Wooyoung sighed and locked his
phone, giving up on searching. He'll just have to wait until he next goes to the ring. He
grabbed his plate and continued eating slowly.

It was quiet for about 5 more minutes before the door opened and Yeosang walked inside.

"Morning sleepyhead. Or should I say afternoon," Yeosang said as he shrugged off his blazer
and untucked his shirt.

"How was the meeting," Wooyoung asked, ignoring Yeosang's previous statement.

"It was good. Dad was just showing us the newest clothing line that's going to be released in
the next weeks," Yeosang said as he tugged off his tie. He breathed a sigh of relief, reaching
his arms over his head to stretch his muscles. Wooyoung grinned as Yeosang's shirt rode up
and his hand darted out quickly, poking his stomach and making him yelp.

"You asshole," Yeosang said as he Wooyoung giggled.

"You're lucky you're my best friend or else I would have backhanded you," Yeosang
grumbled.

"You wound me," Wooyoung said in faux sadness while Yeosang just rolled his eyes.

"You planning on doing anything for the rest of the day or are you just going to stay in your
pj's," Yeosang asked.

"I want to go to the ring tonight," Wooyoung said and Yeosang frowned.

"I can't go. Mum and dad want me over for dinner," he said with a sigh.

"Oh. Can I go by myself though," Wooyoung asked. He could wait for Yeosang but he's far
too eager to watch the fights again.

"I mean yeah. You're a grown ass man Woo, you don't need to ask for my permission,"
Yeosang said.

"I didn't mean it like that idiot. I don't know if I would be allowed in without you. I don't
know how this works," Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes.

"You just go where I showed you and tell the bouncer the password which will still be
Wonderland," Yeosang explained.

"Ok. I might go and have a look later," Wooyoung said. He'll definitely have a look later.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go have a shower. Go get dressed, it's already almost 2 Youngie,"
Yeosang said, patting the youngers hair softly. Wooyoung pouted but knew Yeosang was
right.

"I might get changed and head down to the gym," Wooyoung said.

"In that case, I'll do the same and join you," Yeosang said, not wanting to miss the chance to
get a good workout in. Wooyoung nodded and the two of the quickly went to get dressed.

~~~~~

"Hey Woo, I'm gonna head off now, are you all good with where to go and what to do,"
Yeosang called out. He had teased him earlier but deep down he always wants to make sure
Wooyoung is ok.

"Yeah I'm good. Could you just help me with this though please," Wooyoung asked as he
walked out of his room and over to Yeosang. Yeosang nodded and stepped up, grabbing the
tie from around the youngers neck and tying it quickly.

"Make sure you update me on the fights and stay out of trouble," Yeosang said as he
tightened the tie.

"Will do. Enjoy your boring dinner," Wooyoung replied with a grin, making Yeosang
chuckle. He waved goodbye before exiting the penthouse, leaving Wooyoung alone.
Wooyoung didn't wait long however, going back to his room to get ready before putting on
his shoes. After that, he quickly left and took the elevator down to the ground floor.

"Afternoon Natalia," he said, nodding to the receptionist whose head snapped up quickly.

"Good afternoon Mr Jung. Are you heading out for the night," she asked.

"Yeah, I had a lazy day today so I thought I should actually go and get some fresh air,"
Wooyoung replied with a chuckle.

"Well I hope you enjoy your night," she said. He nodded and walked outside, breathing in the
air. He wasn't lying when he said he could do with some fresh air. Wooyoung and Yeosang
both technically have their own on call drivers but the two of them mainly use Anthony,
Yeosang's driver. Given that Yeosang was going to his parents, he would have been driven by
Anthony. Wooyoung pondered for a minute whether he should call his driver but ultimately
decided he could just walk. The hotel is in the middle of the city so the entrance to the ring
was only a 20 minute walk, the two best friends having walked home last time. It was just
after 6pm so the sun was beginning to go down, painting the skies with colour. Wooyoung
walked at a slow pace, wanting to enjoy the walk as he observed the sun going down. It took
him about 30 minutes to get to the last set of streets. He turned down the alley and
immediately noticed the three people halfway down it but didn't think much of it. He
continued walking towards the end of the alley however he stopped when two of the boys
stepped in front of him.

"Oh, hi," he said, unsure what they were doing.

"You look like a rich boy," one of them said. They reached their hand out towards him but he
flinched back uncomfortably. He was beginning to realise what the situation could be and
was trying not to panic.

"Hey, isn't he that Jung kid. His parents own all of those hotels," the one off to the side said.
Well, shit.

"Yeah, I recognise you from TV. He's rich, rich," the first one said, a sinister grin stretching
across his face. Wooyoung's stomach dropped and fear shot through him. He's all alone in a
dodgy alley at night with 3 guys who most definitely want to rob him.

"I um, l can, I can give you money if that's what you want," he stammered out. They had
begun to stalk forwards and he instinctively moved back with them.

"Hmm, we might want more," the one on the side chuckled. Wooyoung was just about to
scream for help when his arm was suddenly grabbed from behind and he was yanked
backwards, an arm flying past him and punching the closest person in the face. Wooyoung
stumbled slightly before catching himself, looking over to see someone in a black hoodie and
pants standing in front of him protectively, facing the three boys, one of which was holding
his nose while he bled. Wooyoung quickly stepped further behind the person, not knowing
who it was but wanting the protection. Needing the protection.
"Bro what the fuck. You're in for it now," one of the boys spat venomously. He went to lunge
forwards but the other non-injured one grabbed him and yanked him back.

"Dude, do you have any idea who that is? That's Lynx, he'll kick all of our arses. Let's go, it's
not worth it," the other said. Wooyoung perked up at the name and immediately knew he was
safe. From what he saw in the fight, Lynx could more than handle himself. The three boys
were quick to give up, running past and disappearing down the street.

"Are you ok-Oh, it's you," Lynx said as he turned. It was dark but Wooyoung was still able to
notice the way the fighters eyes narrowed when he saw him despite the original concern in
his voice. He immediately felt nervous, unsure what to do when it was clear Lynx was so
wary of him and not too happy.

"Uh, th-thank you," he stuttered out quickly. The fighter didn't reply, just looked him up and
down before turning and continuing to the end of the alley. Wooyoung just remained where
he was and decided to go later so as to not annoy Lynx more. He winced nervously when the
other suddenly stopped at the end of the alley and turned to him.

"You heading to the ring," he asked, a bit of an edge to his voice. Wooyoung unsure whether
he was going to try to have him kicked out.

"Hurry up then," he said. Wooyoung was surprised and slightly confused but his legs carried
him over anyway. He followed Lynx as he went left and over to the man outside.

"It's Lynx, this one's all good," he said. The man nodded and stepped to the side but Lynx
didn't move yet.

"Next time I would advise you to intervene. You don't want anything happening near here
otherwise the police will investigate and I highly doubt your boss would be too happy about
that," he said, a hint of anger in his voice. Wooyoung glanced at the guard, noticing he didn't
seem confused as to what Lynx was talking about and realised he knew what was happening
but didn't care or think to help. If Lynx wasn't there then Wooyoung would've been robbed or
worse. Wooyoung shivered slightly and followed Lynx inside quickly. Lynx stopped and
grabbed Wooyoung's wrist to stop him. Wooyoung froze and glanced up at him quickly.

"I get that you're rich, we all do. But there is no need to flaunt it. If you're going to do it then
whatever, it's your choice but don't be stupid and walk alone at night in a dangerous
neighbourhood. There isn't always going to be someone there to save you Wooyoung," he
said quietly before letting him go and walking off. Wooyoung remained where he was for a
sew seconds, stunned, watching Lynx go through the door at the back of the room. He sighed
and glanced around, seeing that Hongjoong was bartending so he walked over. Hongjoong
noticed him almost immediately and made his way over.

"I was wondering if I would be seeing you again. No Yeosang today," he asked.

"Nah, he had a dinner," Wooyoung replied with a shrug, receiving a hum of reply from
Hongjoong.
"I have a question," Wooyoung said slowly after a few seconds, making Hongjoong glance up
and smile.

"He doesn't like me telling people personal things about him and I'm not keen on it either so
I'm sorry but my lips are sealed," Hongjoong said.

"No that's ok, but um. He, he thinks I'm a creep, doesn't he," Wooyoung said, making
Hongjoong chuckle. Wooyoung groaned, frustrated that he made that bad of a first
impression.

"I wasn't being a creep though. I was just trying to say congratulations but I thought someone
was hurt so I ran over to check. I wasn't trying to be creepy," Wooyoung said sadly.
Hongjoong regarded him for a few seconds before sighing.

"Look, I wouldn't take it personal. S-Lynx doesn't trust anyone he doesn't know so he was
never going to like you. I appreciate you not being a creep though. There are far too many
people who have approached him thinking they can pay him to do whatever they want,"
Hongjoong said with a frown. Wooyoung frowned at that as well, not liking the idea of
people being exploited for money.

"I find people doing that revolting," he said.

"As do I. It's worse because some fighters don't have much and will do anything for money
and they know that," Hongjoong said. Wooyoung found that horrible.

"Can't they just donate like normal people and not expect anything in return," he said.

"It's rare here but sometimes there are people decent enough to do that. Yeosang's actually
one of those people," Hongjoong said. Wooyoung was surprised at this new information.

"He donates to Lynx," he asked.

"God no, Lynx wouldn't accept donations anyway so don't bother trying. He sometimes
makes a donation to one of the other fighters. I believe you watched him last time, Bear,"
Hongjoong explained. Wooyoung wondered why Lynx wouldn't even accept donations but he
knew. Hongjoong wouldn't tell him so he didn't bother asking. He thought back to watching
Bear's fight a few days ago, trying to remember if Yeosang had shown any sort of extra
interest but nothing came to mind.

"Noted. So who is fighting tonight," he asked.

"You going to the main events or the other ones," Hongjoong asked.

"Uh, the main ones," Wooyoung replied.

"So the first fight is Pyke vs Jaguar who you won't know, then it's Lynx vs Marvel and the
last of the night is Bourke vs Hawke. If you are thinking of staying for all three, I suggest you
don't. Everyone leaves after the last fight and given that you're alone, it could be pretty
dangerous," Hongjoong said. Wooyoung thought back to earlier and winced.
"Yeah, I'll leave after the second," he said with a nod.

"Thank you," he added quickly.

"No problem. Now, do you want any drinks or are you just gonna go watch? First fight is in
about 20 minutes," Hongjoong said.

"I might just go straight in," Wooyoung replied. Hongjoong smiled softly and nodded, not
seeming at all disappointed that he wasn't buying anything. It was with that, that a thought
popped into his head.

"Hey, do you bartenders take tips," he asked. Hongjoong looked puzzled but nodded.

"We do but no one really tips. Besides you haven't bought anything so there's no need and
you certainly aren't obligated to tip," Hongjoong replied. Wooyoung nodded before grabbing
his wallet and pulling out the largest note he had there which was a $50 note and he placed it
on the bench. Hongjoong's eyes widened and shook his head.

"Wooyoung I haven't done anything, I don't deserve that," Hongjoong said. That further
proved to Wooyoung that he did indeed deserve it.

"You were looking out for me and I appreciate that. Plus you're nice and you're helpful. I'm
not taking it back," he said firmly. Hongjoong didn't say anything but slowly grabbed the
note, his eyes looking a bit misty.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. You don't know how much this will help me," Hongjoong
said, taking a step back and bowing 90 degrees. Wooyoung was caught off guard, not
expecting someone to be so thankful over $50. It made him rethink the privilege he and
Yeosang have.

"Of course you deserve it," he said quickly.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna go serve those people over there," Hongjoong said quickly, his hands
wiping his eyes as he walked off. Wooyoung was still shocked from the interaction but he
walked to the back and went through the door. He paused as the door closed, thinking about
Hongjoong's reaction. $50 to him was nothing, he's spent 10 times that in a shopping trip
once. Yet Hongjoong, he made it seem like it was the kindest thing in the world. He wasn't
really sure how he felt about that so he decided to push it to the back of his mind. For now
he's just going to focus on having some fun while watching some fights. He followed the path
he and Yeosang took last time, sitting down in a seat in the stands.

"Attention Ladies and Gentleman, the fight featuring Pyke and Jaguar will be commencing in
15 minutes. All bets and bidding will be closing in 10 minutes so make sure to get in quick."
Wooyoung still felt uncomfortable hearing about the bidding but he knows there's nothing he
can do about it. His phone buzzed in his pocket so he pulled it out, checking and finding a
message from Yeosang.

My World: I hope you're having fun cos I'm so bored right now
Annoying Brat: I'm having the time of my life

My World: I hate you

Wooyoung giggled at his friends suffering.

Annoying Brat: I love you too <3

My World: Who are the main fights tonight?

Annoying Brat: Pyke vs Jaguar, Lynx vs Marvel and I can't remember the other fight but I'm
not staying for it anyway. Hongjoong said that because I'm alone it's safer to go earlier.

Yeosang didn't text back, instead Wooyoung received an incoming call from him and
answered quickly.

"That's true. I'm not supposed to be getting home until 1am but if you're worried you might
be in danger, I can leave and come make sure you get home safely," Yeosang said, concern
evident in his voice. Wooyoung smiled softly at his best friends protectiveness.

"I'll be fine Sangie, you just enjoy your lovely family gathering," he said, failing to hold back
his giggle.

"You're horrible. But stay safe, you've got me worried now. Can you message me when you
leave and when you're home safe," Yeosang asked. Wooyoung dropped his joking attitude,
knowing Yeosang was quite concerned.

"Yeah, I promise. I'll be safe ok," he said. He heard Yeosang sigh on the other end of the
phone and felt bad for stressing him.

"I didn't even bother to think it would be dangerous," Yeosang muttered on the other end of
the line.

"Stop stressing Sang, I'm fine," Wooyoung said, wincing slightly at the lie as he remembered
his earlier encounter. He can tell Yeosang later, no need to stress him out now over nothing.
Well, what thankfully ended up being nothing in the end, thanks to Lynx.

"Ok, just don't forget to call. I've gotta go now," Yeosang said.

"Okie, dokie. Bye Sang," Wooyoung said, blowing a kiss and hearing the line disconnect
immediately. He chuckled to himself.

"Ladies and Gentleman there's only 10 minutes before the fight between Pyke and Jaguar
begins. Make sure you get in with your bets and bids as they will be closing in 5 minutes."

~~~~~

Wooyoung ended up just scrolling through his phone until the first fight begun before putting
it down to watch. The fight ended up going for a good 45 minutes, having to have a break in
between. Pyke ended up winning and while the fight was good to watch, it was nowhere near
as exhilarating as the two fights the other night. He went back on his phone until he heard
familiar words.

"Now introducing a fan favourite. It's Lynx everyone." He looked up quickly, seeing Lynx
walking into the ring. He was wearing an outfit pretty much the same as last time, except the
white shirt had long sleeves. It was a tight-fitting shirt, meaning it showed how defined his
muscles were and Wooyoung was surprised to see how broad his shoulders really were. Just
like last time Lynx walked around fixing his gear and bowing to the audience. When Lynx
got to the corner of the ring, he did a few stretches however he seemed to be looking around
the arena. Wooyoung was confused and wondered what he was looking for when their eyes
suddenly met and Lynx stopped looking. Wooyoung froze, unsure what to do but Lynx just
smirked and looked away once again. Wooyoung blinked quickly and shook his head,
wondering if perhaps he had imagined what just happened. His eyes remained fixated as he
stretched.

"Alright Ladies and Gentleman, the fight will be commencing in a minute." Lynx and Marvel
both stepped up to the middle of the ring, facing each other. When the bell rang, Lynx wasted
no time before swinging his arm forwards and punching Marvel in the face. Marvel was
definitely not as quick as Lynx so he wasn't quick enough to dodge. Lynx got 3 hits in before
Marvel swung at him. It seemed effortless the way Lynx slid back and moved out of the way,
not even getting touched. It was clear to Wooyoung that Lynx was a far more experienced
fighter than Marvel. The fight continued on the same, Lynx landing multiple hits before
Marvel couldn't touch him. Wooyoung was once again completely mesmerized. By this time
Marvel's face was bruised and bloody, no doubt with bruises on his torso as well, while Lynx
was still untouched. Wooyoung was a bit confused as he could tell Lynx could end this fight
quickly but he didn't seem to be trying to end it just yet. It was about 20 minutes in when the
final knockout blow was taken. Lynx punched Marvel in the stomach, making him double
over before he swung a massive uppercut, catching Marvel in the chin and making him fall to
the ground, out cold. The arena erupted into cheers and Wooyoung found himself cheering
and clapping happily as well. Lynx immediately bowed and once again a man with a
microphone walked into the ring, grabbing Lynx's wrist.

"Our winner, Lynx," he announced, the cheers getting louder. Lynx bowed one last time
before leaving, Marvel being dragged out as well.

"What an intense fight. Bids and bets are now open for the Bourke and Hawke fight."
Wooyoung decided now would be the best time for him to get going. He exited the arena and
went into the hall, deciding to quickly go to the toilet. Once he was done, he washed his
hands and went to head towards the other end of the hall when a voice called out.

"Oi, Fairy." Wooyoung turned around in curiosity, wondering who it was and who they were
talking to. His eyes landed on Lynx who was walking down the hall, wearing the black
hoodie he came to the ring in. Wooyoung was surprised at how quickly he got ready after the
fight. He glanced up and down the halls to see if Lynx was talking to someone else but it was
only the two of them.

"Your hair is lavender. It's weird but it reminds me of a fairy," Lynx said. Wooyoung was too
shocked to reply, unsure why Lynx was suddenly being nice to him.
"Look, I still think you're a rich asshole who is most likely going to get yourself into trouble.
Joong told me about your tip and while I hate receiving money for personal favours, you
helped Hongjoong and so I will repay the favour," Lynx said.

"Uh, ok, I guess. I mean you just insulted me but I guess I'll let it go. Also didn't you save me
from getting robbed? Shouldn't that technically count as your favour to me," Wooyoung
pointed out. Lynx seemed puzzled, his eyes scanning Wooyoung up and down. He opened his
mouth before closing it again and huffing.

"Are you leaving now," he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Wooyoung replied with a nod.

"Is anyone coming to pick you up," Lynx asked.

"No, I'm heading home alone," Wooyoung replied.

"Absolutely not. I'm walking you home," Lynx said.

"Don't you think I'm a creep," Wooyoung asked.

"I don't know you Wooyoung. But I do know you're a rich spoiled brat whose parents own a
multi-million-dollar hotel franchise and you came into my post-fight room obviously
expecting something from me that you were never going to get. It was an invasion of
privacy," Lynx said with a frown. That didn't sit right with Wooyoung and despite admiring
him, he didn't enjoy being judged and insulted, he had more dignity than that.

"For the record, I think paying people to do that shit is disgusting and I would never do
something like that. The only reason I went in without knocking was because the door was
open and I got worried seeing your feet sticking out behind the bench. I'm not a spoiled brat
either, I just have grown up with money. I'm heading home now and I'm more than happy to
go alone as I originally was. You can stay here as there's no reason to help a creepy, spoiled
brat get home," Wooyoung said. He didn't wait for a reply, he just turned and walked off. He
found himself quite angry with Lynx and his judging of character. He would never ever
associate himself with anything like what he was implying at all. He went straight through
the bar area and headed outside into the alley. He paused when he was halfway down the
alley, realising how dark and eerily silent it was. He was slightly creeped out but knew he
needed to get home so he continued on. He made it down three more streets before he
realised how terrified he was. It wasn't cold but he was shivering and constantly glancing
around in paranoia. He hasn't really walked alone at night much and it was a lot scarier than
he thought considering there were barely any streetlights. His mind kept going back to his
almost robbery and what could've happened, what could happen at any moment. His pace
slowed down and his heart begun racing, the words from Hongjoong and Yeosang also
running through his head. He thought he would be fine but now he feels like he's going to cry.
He was about to pull out his phone to call Yeosang when he felt something on his back.

He yelped and spun around, his arm flinging up instinctively, however it was grabbed and
stopped, making him whimper and freeze.
"Hey, shh, it's just me." Wooyoung was terrified and despite his previous anger with Lynx, he
couldn't deny knowing he was there made him feel safer.

"I'm not a creep, I swear. Pl-Please don't l-leave me, please w-walk me home," he stuttered
out.

"You're shivering," Lynx said quietly as he loosened his grip on Wooyoung's arm.

"I'm scared," Wooyoung replied, feeling a little embarrassed but knowing it was true.

"Ok, where do you live. I'll make sure you get there safely," Lynx said.

"Um, at our hotel on Raymond Street," Wooyoung replied quietly.

"I know where that is, follow me alright," Lynx said. Wooyoung nodded quickly and
followed Lynx closely. They were quiet for about 10 minutes before Lynx spoke up.

"I'm sorry for assuming things about you. I don't know you but that's not just a you thing. I'm
going to help you get home because I never want anyone innocent getting hurt. You need to
have someone with you if you come back though ok," Lynx said softly.

"I wasn't scared but then everyone kept saying it's dangerous and it really freaked me out,"
Wooyoung admitted quietly.

"They were right to say that. Not to be rude or anything but you've been pampered your
entire life and you have no idea what it's like out here. If you're going to go into a dangerous
neighbourhood, you need to have some security with you, especially if you're going to flaunt
your wealth like you do. I mean you can certainly afford security," Lynx said. Wooyoung
frowned at that, not missing the obvious dig.

"You're really rude, you know that right. I honestly don't understand how you could be
friends with Hongjoong," Wooyoung said, shaking his head.

"Excuse me? You know nothing about Hongjoong and I's relationship. You don't even know
either of us, you've met Hongjoong like twice. You have no right to make any judgements on
our relationship," Lynx said angrily. It was clear to Wooyoung that he had struck a nerve.

"You've made plenty more assumptions about me. I don't need all of your snide remarks
about me and my money when as you say, we know nothing about each other," Wooyoung
said.

"Look, let's just not talk. I'll get you home safe and then we can go our separate ways," Lynx
said. Wooyoung was still unhappy but agreed because he did not want to be alone. About 5
minutes later there was a loud noise nearby, making Wooyoung jump and stumble back. He
knocked into Lynx and the other instinctively slipped an arm around his waist to stabilize
him. Wooyoung's heart was pounding as he looked around to see where the noise came from,
what it was. His mind couldn't stop from going through different scenarios, remembering
what happened in the alley.
"See, this is why you shouldn't be out here. You're terrified." Wooyoung shuddered slightly at
the voice beside his ear. He had completely forgotten that Lynx was still there but he became
hyper aware of the chest against his back and arm still sitting around his waist.

"It was just a cat knocking over a bin," Lynx said. Wooyoung nodded slowly and pulled
away, Lynx's arm slipping off him.

"Come on," he added, grabbing Wooyoung's wrist gently and pulling him forwards.

~~~~~

When they finally got to the hotel, Wooyoung had calmed down as there were more people
around and more lights. Wooyoung frowned when he noticed a familiar car pull up. Then he
panicked, realising he broke his promise. The door opened and Yeosang jumped out, rushing
towards the front of the hotel.

"Yeosang," Wooyoung called out, rushing forwards quickly. Yeosang's eyes went wide as he
spun around, seeing Wooyoung and running forwards. When they got to each other, Yeosang
immediately pulled Wooyoung into a tight hug, letting out a breath.

"You promised you would message me Woo. Not even just that, I've been messaging you for
an hour and you didn't reply. I thought you were hurt or that someone took you or
something," Yeosang rushed out. Wooyoung instantly felt guilty as he realised just how
worried Yeosang must have been.

"It was originally just a precaution but when you didn't answer, I was actually seriously
worrying for you," Yeosang said.

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung whispered, nuzzling into Yeosang's shoulder. Yeosang sighed and pat
the youngers head softly.

"It's ok. You're alright, that's all that matters. Plus I got to leave dinner early," Yeosang said,
making Wooyoung chuckle softly.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and get ready for some sleep," Yeosang said. Wooyoung nodded
and the two went up to their apartment. They both went to their own rooms to get ready for
bed. It was there that Wooyoung was alone and able to really think about what happened. The
boys in the alley said they wanted more than money but what else could they have been
wanting? Wooyoung shivered as the room got cold suddenly. He hurriedly tugged on his pj's
not worrying about where he threw his clothes and rushed to Yeosang's room. He didn't
bother knocking, just went straight in, startling Yeosang who was only in his pyjama pants.
Yeosang was confused but opened his arms and allowed Wooyoung to fall into them as he
huddled close.

"You ok," Yeosang whispered, rubbing Wooyoung's back softly. He could tell that something
was bothering him as his entire demeanour was off. Wooyoung whimpered and clung tightly
to Yeosang, burying his face in his chest.

"What's going on Youngie? Are you ok," Yeosang asked worriedly.

 "I'm ok, just scared," Wooyoung whispered.

"You're scared? Did something happen," Yeosang asked worriedly. Wooyoung nodded and
Yeosang's stomach dropped. He quickly tugged Wooyoung over to the bed and sat down on
the edge.

"I was walking to Wonderland and these 3 guys stopped me in that alley. They knew who I
was and were mentioning that that I was rich, rich," Wooyoung said quietly. Yeosang's eyes
widened and he grabbed Wooyoung's hand, holding it tightly. He was the one who let
Wooyoung go alone and now he may be telling him he got robbed.

"I told them I could give them money but one of them said that they may want more,"
Wooyoung said.

"Oh my god, Youngie," Yeosang gasped.

"I was ok though. Um, Lynx actually saved me. He came at about that time and got rid of the
guys so nothing actually happened but it really scared me Sangie," Wooyoung said as his
eyes welled up.

"Oh Youngie," Yeosang whispered, hugging him again. He is so thankful that Lynx was there
to protect him. Then he remembered Wooyoung walked home alone.

"Wooyoung, why wouldn't you have told me that, I would have walked you home. God, you
must've been so scared," Yeosang said. It was then that Wooyoung remembered that Lynx had
walked him home but he just left without thanking him or even saying goodbye.

"I was ok. Scared but ok. Lynx ended up walking me back as well," Yeosang explained.
Yeosang was surprised at this bit of information but once again thankful for Lynx. He will
have to thank him in person.

"I think next time we should go together. I don't feel comfortable if you feel unsafe," Yeosang
said.

"But you've been going there for months alone just fine, I don't why me doing it once cause
so many issues," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"I ended up walking with other people but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're ok
and we're going to make sure you don't go alone again," Yeosang said. Wooyoung nodded,
feeling a lot more relaxed and calmed down after talking with Yeosang. There is nowhere he
feels safer than with his best friend.

"Do you want to cuddle tonight," Yeosang asked and Wooyoung nodded quickly. The two of
them finished getting ready for bed, Yeosang putting on a shirt. They then got into bed
together and cuddled close, Yeosang holding Wooyoung securely in his arms. Wooyoung felt
safe and was quick to drift off in his best friends arms.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 2 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

Let me know what your favourite parts of this chapter were.

 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung sighed as he got into the car, buckling in quickly. It was a day where he had to go
into his dad's office and help out so he spent 6 hours sitting at a desk sorting out files that his
dad wanted to organise.

"Is everything ok sir," the driver asked.

"Yeah, just been a long day. Can you take me back home please," Wooyoung asked.

"Of course sir. But would you like me to stop at that grocery store on the corner that you like?
Maybe getting that ice-cream and iced coffee that you love so much will cheer you up," the
driver said. Wooyoung perked up at that.

"That would actually be amazing Kai, thank you," he said. The driver nodded before driving
off. Wooyoung doesn't often call on his driver to take him places nowadays but when he was
younger, Kai drove him around a lot more and came to know the small store as one that he
loves going to. The drive took about 15 minutes before the car was pulling up in front of the
store. Wooyoung felt a smile tug onto his lips, unbuckling quickly.

"I'll be back out in a few minutes," he said as he got out of the car, closing the door behind
himself. He quickly walked to the front of the store, opening the door and walking inside. He
already knew what he wanted so he walked to the back of the store. He was rummaging
through the plastic cups with ice to find one with the perfect amount when he heard sniffles.
He paused at the sound and discretely looked to the side to try and see what was going on but
also not wanting to be so obvious and draw attention to it. His eyes landed on a man with
pink hair that was standing with a basket of groceries in his hand. He was crying into his
hand, his shoulders shaking. Wooyoung wasn't sure what to do but given he doesn't know the
person, he thought it would be best to give him some space. He quickly grabbed a cup and
closed the freezer, moving off quickly. He went to the ice cream section and grabbed his
favourite before walking around for a few minutes, grabbing some other snacks before
heading to the register. There he saw the pink haired male once again. He had about 8 items
that were getting scanned up, just basic things people need. He had eggs, bread, milk, rice
and then some first aid things like band aids and bandages.

"That comes to $38.75," the cashier said and Wooyoung could see the way the man in front
of him tensed up. He reached into his pockets and pulled out some notes and coins. The
cashier was counting the coins and Wooyoung noticed how the man was shifting on his feet
and fiddling with his fingers.

"Sir, this is only $31.50. You still need $7.25," the cashier said.

"Oh, um. I might have some more money," the guy said. He searched through his pockets for
a few seconds before coming up empty handed.
"Uh, can you take off the rice please," he asked, his voice shaky. Wooyoung's stomach
dropped as he realised this person must really be struggling if he can't even afford to pay for
basic groceries. He wondered why he wouldn't put back the first air things as they are the
most expensive things he was getting but then he realised it was most likely something he
needed. Wooyoung quickly slipped a $20 note from his wallet and bent down before standing
back up.

"Excuse me sir, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out. The man turned around and
Wooyoung noticed the redness in his eyes despite his bangs coming down and covering them.

"What," he asked.

"This fell out of your pocket when you were searching them," Wooyoung said. The guys
seemed surprised, understandably and slowly reached out. His hand closed around
Wooyoung's and pushed it down, shaking his head.

"I um, I don't think it's mine," he said quietly.

"No it definitely was. You may not have realised it was there in your back pocket,"
Wooyoung said firmly.

"Oh, thank you," the man said, grabbing it and turning back to the cashier, handing him the
money.

"Here you go, your change is $12.75," the cashier said. The man took his change and
groceries before leaving. Wooyoung then stepped up to the register. He placed down his
items and waited for the cashier to ring them up.

"That was really nice of you, you know," the cashier said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"Your total is $26.50," the cashier said. Wooyoung nodded and pulled out his card, paying
quickly.

"Once again, that was very nice," the cashier said. Wooyoung just smiled before grabbing his
bags and leaving the store. When he got outside, he nearly jumped out of his skin when
someone said hey. He spun around and saw the pink haired man.

"Oh, hey," he said slowly, unsure what the man was wanting.

"This might be a weird request and it's fine if you aren't comfortable with it but can I please
hug you," he asked. Wooyoung wasn't expecting that but he isn't against hugs, in fact he loves
them and this person seems like he really needs one. He bent down and placed down his bags
before standing up again and holding out his arms. The man hesitated for a second before
stepping into Wooyoung's arms and embracing him tightly. Wooyoung hugged him back and
gently rubbed his hand up and down his back.

"Thank you for what you did there. You didn't have to but it means so much to me," the man
whispered wetly.
"I hope things get better for you," Wooyoung said softly. The man sniffled before pulling
back and shaking his head.

"It won't but I'm happy how I am, it just gets hard sometimes," the man said. Wooyoung
didn't want to pry too much but he also didn't want to leave it at that. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out a business card with his phone number on it.

"Listen, if it ever gets too hard, just give this number a call. I don't want to overstep so you
don't have to but if you need it, don't hesitate to call," he said. The man didn't say anything
but he grabbed the card and nodded. Wooyoung watched hum walk off before he went back
to the car with his bags in hand.

"We heading back home," the driver asked and Wooyoung nodded. The drive back to the
hotel was silent and Wooyoung took time to think about the pink haired male. He didn't ask
his name and it's likely he'll never see him again but it still made Wooyoung sad. He was
clearly struggling and he said it wouldn't get better any time soon. Wooyoung has never had
to worry about where his next meal will come from, nor has he had to worry about not having
enough money to buy something, let alone basic food necessities.

"We're here sir."

"Thanks Kai, have a safe trip home," Wooyoung said as he grabbed the bags and left the car.
He took the elevator straight up to the penthouse and went inside, closing the door with a
sigh. He went to call out for Yeosang so he could talk to him about what happened but froze
when he heard an odd noise. It was quiet for a few seconds before he heard it again. He
quickly put down the bags and hurried over to Yeosang's room, knocking lightly before
gently pushing the door open. Yeosang's head shot up and he quickly tried to wipe his face
but Wooyoung saw the red-rimmed and teary eyes. Why is everyone crying today? He
quickly walked inside, closing the door behind himself before going and sitting beside
Yeosang leaning against the headboard.

"You ok," he asked quietly.

"Yeah I'm fine. Was a long day is all," Yeosang said replied with a sniffle. He reached over
and grabbed Wooyoung's hand, linking their fingers together.

"Do you want to talk about it," Wooyoung asked softly. Yeosang was quiet for a few seconds
before sighing.

"Mum and dad want me to get back into modelling. They want me to model in one of the
next lines coming out," he said quietly. Wooyoung immediately frowned at that, squeezing
Yeosang's hand in reassurance. Yeosang used to model but the agency and standards set by
his parents were so harsh that he developed an eating disorder and was in a dark place for
quite some time before Wooyoung managed to convince him to quit. That was 4 years ago
and he hasn't been happier than making the decision he made.

"You told them no, right? You told them you wouldn't do it," Wooyoung asked.
"Yeah, of course. I don't, I can't go through that again," Yeosang said, shivering slightly as he
remembered his previous years. Wooyoung quickly wrapped his arms around the older boy
and tugged him close to his side.

"You won't. It's going to be ok, I promise," he said firmly, feeling Yeosang practically melt
into his side at his words.

"I can't do that again," Yeosang whispered. Wooyoung hummed and bought his hand up,
gently brushing through Yeosang's hair. Yeosang let out a deep breath, shifting so his body
was completely leant against Wooyoung.

"You're ok, I've got you," Wooyoung said softly. Yeosang nodded and tucked his head into
Wooyoung's neck, the two of them just remaining curled up in each others embrace. It isn't
often that Yeosang is the one seeking comfort through affection so Wooyoung made sure to
be very attentive. They remained curled up together for around 30 minutes before Yeosang
started shifting.

"You ok," Wooyoung asked quickly.

"Yeah, just think I could do with a pick me up. You interested in paying a visit to the ring,"
Yeosang asked. Wooyoung perked up at that and nodded quickly. It's been a week since he
last went to the ring because things have been so busy so he was eager to go check it out
again. Hopefully he might briefly run into Lynx again so he could thank him. They weren't
exactly on the greatest of terms but Wooyoung still owed him thanks for taking the time to
walk him home when he ended up just bailing without saying anything.

"Alright, get changed. We'll leave in 20 minutes," Yeosang said. Wooyoung nodded and
slipped out of the bed, going to his room to get changed. He remembered Lynx's words from
last time and decided to change it up a bit. Instead of changing into a new suit, he put on
some nice tracksuit pants and a decent hoodie.

"Hey Youngie, are these bags of snacks yours," Yeosang called out suddenly. Wooyoung's
eyes widened and he cursed, running out of the room quickly.

"Shit, that has my ice-cream," he said, making Yeosang chuckle as he grabbed the bags from
his hands. It's been over 30 minutes since he got home which means the ice-ream will most
definitely have melted.

"You gonna wear that tonight," Yeosang asked.

"Ah, yeah. Just thought I'd go a bit more comfortable," Wooyoung replied with a shrug.

"Alright, give me a sec and then we'll go," Yeosang said before hurrying back to his room. He
returned a few minutes later with his tie and blazer replaced with a hoodie.

"Ready," he asked and Wooyoung nodded. The two of them left the apartment and headed
down to the ground floor. Wooyoung waved to Natalia as they passed and headed outside.

"Are you fine with walking? I could do with fresh air and exercise," Yeosang said.
"Yeah of course. I'm not too fussed," Wooyoung replied with a gentle smile and a nod.
Yeosang dropped his hand down and grasped Wooyoung's gently. The two of them walked
together hand in hand through the streets. Yeosang's hand tightened around Wooyoung's as
they got to the alley, tugging him closer. Wooyoung smiled softly at the olders protectiveness,
cuddling slightly into his side.

"Wonderland," Yeosang told the security out the front. He nodded and stepped to the side.

"Welcome to Wonderland," he said. The two of them nodded before walking inside.

"Look, Hongjoong's here," Wooyoung said happily. Yeosang smiled and the two of them
quickly went over to the bar. Hongjoong was already serving someone and didn't see them so
they just waited patiently. While they were waiting however, they noticed something was off.
The two men Hongjoong was serving were standing and talking animatedly to him while his
head hung low and he looked at the ground.

"You're a pathetic piece of shit. Ho hard is it to get a stupid drink right." Yeosang and
Wooyoung gasped as the guys hand shot out and grasped Hongjoong's shirt, yanking him
forwards and into the bar bench.

Before anyone else could react, there was a crash and a man in a hood rushed up, grabbing
the man and ripping him back away from Hongjoong. He punched him straight in the face,
making him cry out and fall to the ground. He then spun back around, grabbing the second
dude and pinning him to the bench with a hand on the back of his neck, grabbing his arm and
pinning it back painfully. The guy cried out but Lynx's eyes just hardened in anger, not letting
up at all.

"Touch him again and I'll break both of your arms without hesitation," he spat venomously.
The person who was pinned down whimpered.

"You grab your mate and get the fuck out of here. If I see either of you again I will not
hesitate to beat you bloody," Lynx said. The guy nodded frantically before Lynx finally let
him go. He grabbed his mate and the two of them rushed out quickly. Wooyoung glanced
around and was shocked to see that none of the other people there were even paying attention
to what had happened. When he looked back over to the bar, he found that both Lynx and
Hongjoong were gone.

"Come on, I want to go check on Hongjoong," Yeosang said, tugging Wooyoung up and over
to where he realised Hongjoong and Lynx must've gone. They went through the side door
beside the bar and their eyes landed on Lynx hugging Hongjoong as the blue haired boy
sniffled. Lynx turned to the door but seemed to settle slightly when his eyes landed on
Wooyoung.

"I'm starting to think you're stalking me," Lynx said. Hongjoong's head snapped up and he
tensed but smiled softly at the two boys.

"Hi guys, sorry you had to see that," Hongjoong said quietly, sniffling and wiping his eyes
quickly.
"Don't apologise for that. You were just doing your job and those men were assholes. They're
lucky I didn't actually break their arms for touching you," Lynx said angrily. His tone of voice
and face were different from his actions as he was still hugging Hongjoong with one arm,
rubbing his shoulder softly.

"I'm glad you didn't," Hongjoong said.

"You're the only reason I didn't because I knew you wouldn't want that," Lynx said.

"We just wanted to come and check in on you, make sure you're ok," Yeosang said.

"I appreciate it, not many people would care. I'm ok though, I had my little bodyguard there
thankfully," Hongjoong said with a grin.

"You're a lot smaller than I am Joong," Lynx said with a frown.

"Oh hush you," Hongjoong said, whacking Lynx's shoulder. Wooyoung smiled softly at the
interaction, Lynx having not even bat an eye despite being a fighter. It was even more clear
that these two were close.

"You guys wanna know who's on for tonight," Hongjoong asked.

"Are you definitely ok," Yeosang asked.

"Yeah, promise. All the guy did was grab me because he was pissed off. S-Lynx stopped him
quickly," Hongjoong said. His eyes went wide and Wooyoung didn't miss the slip up. That's
the second time Hongjoong has started saying S before correcting himself and Wooyoung
realised he must be going to say Lynx's real name.

"I'm sor-."

"S'okay," Lynx said, cutting him off softly.

"Um, yeah. Fights today are Bear vs Pyke and then it's Maize vs Viper," Hongjoong said.

"You aren't fighting today," Wooyoung asked Lynx.

"Nah, I didn't get one tonight, gotta have a day off," Lynx replied.

"Those two fights should be alright though, you'll enjoy them," Hongjoong said, Yeosang
nodding as well.

"I gotta head back out but it was good to see you two again," Hongjoong said.

"Yeah we should head out as well," Yeosang said with a nod. The three of headed towards the
doorway before Wooyoung paused.

"I'll see you out there in a minute," he told Yeosang. Yeosang nodded and went out with
Hongjoong while Wooyoung stayed behind and turned to Lynx.
"I realise I left that night without saying thank you. So thank you," Wooyoung said. Lynx
appraised him, his eyes running up and down Wooyoung's body.

"Where'd the suits go," he asked.

"Hoodies are more comfortable. Plus now you can't accuse me of apparently trying to flaunt
my money which I don't do in the first place," Wooyoung said.

"Wait, you seriously changed your outfit cos I said you were flaunting your money," Lynx
asked. Wooyoung frowned in annoyance.

"I was almost robbed and most likely assaulted because I looked like I had money,"
Wooyoung pointed out. Lynx frowned at that and stepped forwards.

"Are you ok? You know, after all that. I know it can be scary and you were terrified even
when I was there with you," Lynx said. Wooyoung wasn't expecting the gentleness from Lynx
but it was a relief for a change. It was sort of giving him whiplash but still a relief. He
glanced towards the doorway before sighing.

"Are you genuinely asking me or are you just asking to make fun of me," he asked.

"I'm not a dick Wooyoung. If someone is struggling then I'm going to help if I can," Lynx
said. Wooyoung nodded and moved to the side, sitting down on a table.

"I've been in scary situations before but I've never been alone in a dodgy back alley with guys
trying to rob me," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah that can be really scary. I didn't think you were that bothered with it, just a little
jumpy," Lynx said.

"Yeah well I didn't really know how to react, I didn't really process it until later that night,"
Wooyoung admitted.

"Did you talk to anyone about it? I know how something like that feels and it's best to talk to
someone," Lynx said.

"You're a fighter Lynx, how could you possibly know how that feels," Wooyoung said with a
frown.

"I wasn't always a fighter Wooyoung. Trust me I've been through some shit when I was
younger," Lynx said as he sat down beside Wooyoung.

"Have you been robbed before," Wooyoung asked.

"Twice. Once I was beat and robbed, so trust me, I know how it feels. Have you had a proper
talk to anyone about it," Lynx asked.

"I did talk to my best friend. Not too much though cos I didn't want to stress him out,"
Wooyoung said.
"The boy from the hotel, the one you came with? Was it Yeosang or something," Lynx asked.

"Yeah, Yeosang," he said with a nod.

"Is there anything that you want to tell me, to get off your chest," Lynx asked. Wooyoung
sighed and dropped his head ino his hands.

"There um, there is something I want to talk to someone about but it's not the robbery and I
highly doubt you wanna listen to a rich cre-."

"Stop calling yourself that whenever we talk. You haven't propositioned me and you helped
Hongjoong without wanting anything in return. I don't have anything on tonight cos I'm not
fighting so lay it on me," Lynx said.

"Are you sure? It's probably going to piss you off because of my rich privilege," Wooyoung
said. Lynx glanced at him before frowning and glancing down.

"I'll listen objectively, I promise," Lynx said. Wooyoung was nervous but this was also a good
chance for him, to speak his mind to someone who it won't hurt if it doesn't go wrong.

"Can I ask you a personal question. You don't have to say yes," Wooyoung said.

"I know, and I won't. But you can ask and I'll see if I want to answer," Lynx said with a nod.

"Hongjoong and Sangie have mentioned a lot of the fighters don't have much money. Is that
the same with you," Wooyoung asked. Lynx chuckled lightly.

"Going right out there I see. I don't really think we're on that personal of a level given that
we've only met a few times and were bickering for a lot of that. But for some reason you
intrigue me. So yes, you could say that might be a reasonable assumption," Lynx said with a
nod.

"I'm coming to realise I might not have understood how lucky I am to have money. And I
don't mean for it to seem like I'm rubbing it in, sorry," Wooyoung said, realising how it
sounded when Lynx just told him he didn't have much money.

"It's fine, I understand what you were trying to say," Lynx said.

"Did Hongjoong mentioned he almost cried when I tipped him," Wooyoung asked.

"I mean he cried when he was telling me about it," Lynx said with a shrug.

"All I gave him was $50 and he was acting like it was the greatest thing in the world,"
Wooyoung said. Lynx's head shot up and Wooyoung winced at his wide eyes.

"Right, you really are rich. Never thought I'd here the day where someone acts like $50 is
nothing," Lynx said. Wooyoung's stomach dropped and he instantly felt like a horrible
person.
"I'm sorry. I'm gonna go," he said, standing up quickly. He turned around and stepped
towards the door but before he could go far, Lynx shot up and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Hey, I wasn't trying to be rude. Just like it's a surprise to you that someone can be so
thankful for $50, it's a surprise to me that $50 seems like nothing to you," Lynx said.
Wooyoung shook his head, looking down at the ground. He probably picked the worst person
to talk about this to.

"Wooyoung, come on. Let's sit back down," Lynx said. Wooyoung was unsure what to do but
allowed Lynx to tug him back over to the table.

"I apologise. I said I would listen objectively and I didn't exactly do that," Lynx said.

"Looking back now it's pretty pathetic," Wooyoung said, shaking his head.

"No, no. I promised I would listen, I'm not just gonna back out now," Lynx said gently.

"I's sill now that I think about it. First world problems," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Come on, spill it. I need something to occupy me so let's do this," Lynx said.

"Well, obviously I was surprised when I saw how thankful Hongjoong was. How much does
he get for bartending by the way," Wooyoung asked.

"Um, well I can't really tell you that but it really isn't that much. Your $50 was a really big
contribution," Lynx said.

"How much do you get for fighting? I would have thought you'd get serious money for that,"
Wooyoung said.

"Ah, that," Lynx said, shifting nervously.

"That's kind of personal," he said quietly.

"Oh, ah, sorry. Right, you don't have to tell me. I don't even know why I asked that,"
Wooyoung said.

"What I will tell you is that over half of the reward money doesn't even go to us. What I make
is barely enough for rent and food," Lynx said. Wooyoung winced at that. Rent can be quite
expensive, not that it's anything he has ever had to worry about.

"I'm sorry about that," Wooyoung said, making Lynx glance at him briefly before looking
down.

"It's honestly fine. I've dealt with worse and I'm content with life," Lynx said with a shrug.

"I also met this other guy today," Wooyoung said.

"Oh yeah, what happened," Lynx asked.

"I had a long day so I stopped at a corner store to grab some snacks. There was this guy in
there that was crying. When I got to the register, he was buying a few basic things like bread,
milk, eggs and rice. Then he had some first aid items like band aids and bandages. He
couldn't afford it all though, things that I could probably buy in my sleep," Wooyoung said
with a sigh. Lynx nodded but stayed silent, allowing Wooyoung to finish explaining what
happened.

"He started putting away some of the food and I felt so bad for him. I grabbed $20 and acted
like he dropped it and thankfully he went with it," Wooyoung said. Lynx blinked in surprise
and looked up at Wooyoung.

"You acted like he dropped it? Why wouldn't you just offer him the money," Lynx asked.

"Because he's having a hard time and I didn't want him to be more embarrassed," Wooyoung
said with a shrug.

"That's really thoughtful," Lynx said softly.

"I just didn't want to bring him down anymore. He knew it wasn't his obviously but he was
thankful and gave me a hug outside. He was kinda cute with his pink hair and he was sweet. I
gave him my card in case he needs help sometime. I doubt he'll use it but I felt bad and
wanted to help," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"He had pink hair," Lynx asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah, bright bubble-gum pink. If you saw him, you'd be calling him a fairy," Wooyoung
said.

"You helped him pay for his groceries," Lynx asked.

"Well, yeah. But this isn't me trying to flaunt my money or anything. I wasn't telling you for
praise, I'm just pointing out how hard life seems to be for people, and I've just had a blind eye
for it all," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Wooyoung started to get nervous as Lynx was just
looking at him for about 10 seconds. He was worried about what his reaction would be, given
that he wasn't saying anything.

"Wooyoung, can I please hug you," Lynx asked suddenly, finally breaking the silence.
Wooyoung's mouth dropped open in surprise. That's two people in one day asking for a hug.
Not to mention one is Lynx who a couple of weeks ago was calling him a creep.

"You want to hug me," he asked incredulously.

"Very much so," Lynx said with a nod. Wooyoung was still surprised but nodded quickly, not
one to turn down a hug. And perhaps he just really wants to hug Lynx. He looks like he's a
good hugger, sue him. Lynx moved forward and wrapped his arms around Wooyoung,
drawing him into a firm embrace. Wooyoung was surprised by how warm and safe it felt in
Lynx's arms and found himself practically melting into them, leaning against the fighter.
Lynx allowed him and just held him tightly. Wooyoung let out a breath and slowly dropped
his head down towards Lynx's shoulder, unsure if he would be ok. He seemed to be
completely fine with it however as his hand landed on top of Wooyoung's head and gently
pushed it down the rest of the way, allowing him to rest it on his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry Wooyoung, for how I first perceived you. I've been an ass to you every time
we've met but I'm just so used to all the rich guys being condescending pricks. I shouldn't
have judged, I know but in my life you have to judge really quickly or you're gonna get hurt,"
Lynx said. Wooyoung didn't know how to reply straight away so he waited a few seconds
before speaking up.

"It's ok, honestly. The stories I've heard from Sangie and Hongjoong were not great so I
understand. It didn't feel nice but I understand," Wooyoung said. Lynx sighed and his grip
tightened around Wooyoung, making the smallers eyes slip closed as he relaxed.

"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make excuses but I've been through a lot and I find it hard to trust
people I don't know, especially in my line of work," Lynx said with a sigh.

"I'm confused Lync. Do you, do you like me or not? Do you trust me," Wooyoung asked.

"I trust you," Lynx breathed out.

"I trust that you're a decent person, I can see that now. I'm pretty private person and I only
have a couple close friends but if you ever want to say hello to me at the ring, you can," Lynx
said. Wooyoung smiled softly at that, feeling giddy inside. It was a start and he'll take it.

"Any chance I could know your real name," Wooyoung asked as he sat up to properly look at
Lynx. Lynx tensed up at that, his eyes widening slightly. He opened his mouth before closing
it again quickly, not saying anything. He seemed to be trying to figure out what to say but
Wooyoung realised that he wasn't comfortable with telling him his name just yet.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me," he said quickly. Lynx relaxed at that and he smiled gently.
Wooyoung panicked internally as Lynx's eyes crinkled up and dimples popped up on his
cheeks. It was far different from the intense fighter in the ring.

"I appreciate that Wooyoung. Also from what you've just told me, you're doing what you can.
You've gotta be realistic though. There's so many people out there who don't have enough
money to get by. You alone can't change that," Lynx said.

"I know, but I can still help at least some people out," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Hongjoong mentioned that you don't accept donations. Would you ever let me help you,"
Wooyoung asked quietly. Lynx frowned at that and shook his head.

"Absolutely not. I appreciate it but I'm good, I don't accept any forms of pay out," Lynx said.
Wooyoung didn't really classify it as a payout but it's not his decision anyway.

"Ok, I respect that. Friends though," Wooyoung asked, holding out his hand. Lynx glanced
down before nodding and shaking his hand.

"Good. Now I should probably go find Yeosang because I was only supposed to be a minute,"
Wooyoung said.
 "He probably thinks you've been kidnapped by me," Lynx said with a chuckle. The two of
them finally got up from the table and left the room. Wooyoung glanced around the bar but
found no sign of Yeosang.

"He went out already," Hongjoong said as he walked past them to hand someone their drinks.

"Hey Lynx, what're you planning on doing now," Wooyoung asked, getting an idea.

"I was just gonna hang out at the bar, why," Lynx asked.

"Do you want to come sit with Yeosang and I and watch the fighting," Wooyoung asked.
Lynx contemplated it for a few seconds before struggling.

"Sure, why not," Lynx said with a shrug.

"Come on," Wooyoung said, beckoning Lynx to follow him. They went to the door at the
back, going through it and down the hall, heading to the seats where he found Yeosang
sitting.

"Sorry Sangie, I took a bit longer than I was expecting," Wooyoung said. Yeosang looked up
before smiling, his eyes landing on Lynx in surprise.

"Hey guys," he said.

"Yeosang, this is Lynx. Lynx, this is my best friend Yeosang," Wooyoung said. Lynx held out
his hand for Yeosang to shake however he had other ideas. He stood up and moved past
Wooyoung, hugging Lynx. Lynx froze in surprise, not sure what to do but Yeosang pulled
away after a few seconds.

"Thank you for looking after Wooyoung. I seriously owe you one," Yeosang said.

"No problem," Lynx replied.

"Come on, let's sit down and watch the fights," Wooyoung said. The other two nodded and
sat down, focusing in on the ring. Lynx was sitting behind Wooyoung and he found himself
focusing more on the fighter beside him than the two in the ring.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is chapter 3 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading

Let me know what your favourite parts were

 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Wooyoung, come here." Wooyoung glanced up from where he was filling out some
paperwork. Wooyoung got up quickly, knowing when his dad calls for him, it's best to listen
otherwise he might get into trouble. He left the office he was in and moved over to his dads,
walking inside.

"Close the door please." Wooyoung nodded and shut it quickly before sitting down in the
chair across from his dad.

"What's up," he asked, understanding there must be some sort of issue.

"I need you to do me a favour," Mr Jung said.

"Sure dad, whatever you need," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"We're thinking about expanding and adding a hotel down town. There's a few different plots
that we're looking into. I need you to check them out and see if any of them would be a good
fit," Mr Jung said. Wooyoung was surprised. The last he heard, the board had said they didn't
want to be expanding to down town due to the possible security and safety risks.

"I can do that. But how come we're adding a hotel down town? I thought we weren't going to
do that," Wooyoung said.

"We've changed our minds now. We can make a lot of money by being one of the first to
expand our enterprise and reach out our horizons. The times are changing and it won't be
long before everyone starts to follow in our footsteps. It's overrun by low life's at the moment
and isn't a great attraction for our city," Mr Jung said. Wooyoung frowned at his dad's words.

"Dad, that's rude. They aren't low life's, they're just people who are less fortunate than us,"
Wooyoung said, making his dad laugh.

"Wooyoung, whoever has told you that is delusional. They are low life's and criminals, never
trust them. But we don't have to worry about that because we aren't them," Mr Jung said.
Wooyoung for the first time in his life really listened to what his father said and how he
acted. Is this really how he thinks of other people? People like Hongjoong and Lynx. His
words didn't sit right with him and he found himself disappointed in his father.

"I'll send the addresses to you and you can check them out and let me know," Mr Jung said.
Wooyoung nodded quickly before getting up and leaving. He went back to his office and
packed up his stuff before leaving, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket with what was most
likely the addresses. He sighed and walked over to one of the company cars out front, getting
inside and buckling in.
"Can you please take me home," he asked the driver as he pulled out his phone. As predicted,
his father had sent him four addresses to check out. He ignored that however, in favour of
calling Yeosang. If he's going to spend the rest of the day looking at different blocks of land.
Yeosang picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, is everything ok," he asked immediately.

"Yeah, yeah everything's fine. What're you doing for the rest of the day though," Wooyoung
asked.

"I have a meeting at 2 and then I'm going to be helping Kyungsoo with a design he's been
working on. Why," Yeosang asked.

"Ah, don't worry about it. I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out but you're busy. I'll see
you tonight," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. Are you going to the ring again tonight? You've gone at least 5 times in the past 2
weeks," Yeosang said.

"I'm not sure. It depends how I'm feeling tonight. Would you want to join me though,"
Wooyoung asked.

"It's the same with me, it just depends. I've gotta go now, the meeting starts in 20 minutes,"
Yeosang said.

"Alright, take care. I love you," Wooyoung said.

"Love you too," Yeosang replied before hanging up. Wooyoung sighed and put down his
phone before looking out the window. When they finally got to the hotel, Wooyoung thanked
the driver and went up to the penthouse. He's going down town for a couple of hours and if
there's one thing he's learnt from Lynx, it's that people target those who seem to have wealth
so it's best to wear something more modest. He went into his room and got changed into
some ripped jeans and a white shirt before going to Yeosang's room. He rummaged through
his closet for a minute before finding the back hoodie he wanted and putting it on over the
shirt. He switched his dress shoes for a pair of sneakers, relishing in how comfortable they
were on his feet. Another major thing that will give away his wealth is being driver around by
a personal driver so public transport or walking it is. Once he was ready to go, he pulled out
his phone and went over the addresses, finding the closest one which was about 40 minutes
on foot or 25 minutes by bus. Wooyoung decided to just walk as it was a nice day outside. He
went down to the ground floor and headed towards the front.

"Leaving again so soon," Natalia asked as he walked past. He paused and turned back
around, walking over to her.

"Yeah, got some errands to do. You stuck here all day," he asked.

"I'm here almost everyday Wooyoung," she said with a chuckle. Wooyoung grinned and pat
her head softly.
"I'll catch ya later," he said as she nodded. He left the hotel and made his way to the first
location. It ended up taking him 45 minutes to get to the first location which was just an
empty warehouse. It was quite large which meant it would be an ideal location for a hotel,
however it's best to investigate a bit further before moving on to the next location. The
warehouse was fenced off so he decided to walk around and see if there was an opening. It
took a few minutes before he found an opening down the bottom of the fence, big enough for
someone to and down and shuffle through, which he did. He bent down and begun crawling
through.

"Wooyoung? WOOYOUNG! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY FROM
THERE!" Wooyoung jolted at the yell, accidentally standing up slightly and feeling the hood
get caught. He reached up to try and pry it out but his hips were suddenly grabbed from
behind and he was yanked backwards. His hood was still caught so it got yanked up. The
hands left his waist and moved to his hood, prying it off and yanking him to his feet. He
stumbled slightly but was dragged away quickly, his hood getting yanked over his head. They
were running for about a minute before finally stopping and Wooyoung was pushed back
against the wall of an alley.

"Wh-." His voice was muffled immediately as Lynx slapped his hand over his mouth to signal
to remain quiet and Wooyoung nodded. Lynx stepped closer so the two of them were huddled
up against the wall as Lynx looked around quickly. After a few seconds, he let out a breath
and moved his hand from Wooyoung's mouth, placing it on the wall behind instead.

"What the hell were you thinking," he asked with a frown. Wooyoung had no idea what had
happened but given Lynx's reaction, it was likely something bad.

"I don't. What happened," he asked breathlessly.

"Wooyoung that was a drug den that you were about to go into. Even if you don't know what
is there, why on earth would you try to get into an abandoned warehouse that's fenced off?
Are you stupid? Do you want to get stabbed or shot? Do you want to die," Lynx scolded
angrily. Wooyoung's voice got caught in his throat, not expecting to be yelled at and certainly
not having thought he was in danger, let alone that much. Lynx's words hit him like a ton of
bricks and he glanced around worriedly, his heart racing. Wouldn't his dad have looked into
the locations he was sending him to?

"Wooyoung. Hey, hey, I didn't mean to yell at you, you just scared the shit out of me," Lynx
said worriedly. Wooyoung blinked quickly and turned back to Lynx, seeing the concern on
his face and calming down slightly.

"I scared you," he asked in confusion.

"Well yeah. I was out for a jog when I saw a familiar fairy trying to climb through a fence to
a known drug den. Of course I was scared," Lynx said with a frown.

"Oh, I didn't think you cared that much," Wooyoung said quietly.

"What do you mean you didn't think I would care? Sure, we originally got off on the wrong
foot but that was like a month ago. We, we literally talked at the ring two days ago," Lynx
said in confusion.

"I know but that doesn't mean you'll care that much," Wooyoung said. Lynx was quiet for a
few seconds as he looked at Wooyoung incredulously before he sighed and rubbed his face.

"Wooyoung I don't have many people I consider friends. I don't just tryst anyone easily. You
are my friend and I allow you to come and chat to me whenever at the ring. I only usually
talk to Hongjoong or Bear," Lynx said, surprising Wooyoung.

"You and Bear are friends," he asked.

"What? Yeah we are but is that seriously the only thing you took from that," Lynx asked.

"No, just surprised me is all. Did you know Yeosang anonymously donates to Bear
sometimes," Wooyoung asked.

"Huh, really? So Yeosang is the mysterious donator, interesting," Lynx said with a nod.

"I'm surprised Hongjoong never told you," Wooyoung said.

"He doesn't tell me everything," Lynx said with a shrug.

"But that's besides the point. You understand that I care right? I wouldn't knowingly let you
do something that would get you hurt," he said. Wooyoung nodded quickly to show he
understood and Lynx let out a breath.

"Good. Now what the hell were you doing trying to get into that warehouse," Lynx asked.

"My dad wants to expand more and build a hotel down town so I'm checking out some
possible places," Wooyoung explained.

"Alone," Lynx asked with a frown.

"I changed out of my clothes so that I wasn't showing off that I had a lot of money,"
Wooyoung said.

"Woo, that's not enough. You seriously don't understand how dangerous it is out here. You
shouldn't be walking alone unless you can protect yourself," Lynx said.

"Even in the day time," Wooyoung asked.

"Always," Lynx said with a nod.

"Oh, my bad," Wooyoung said, giving a grimacing smile,". Lynx chuckled lightly at the boy's
cuteness, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung and drawing him into a gentle hug.
Wooyoung hugged back quickly, dropping his head to rest on Lynx's shoulder. Lynx's
shoulders were very broad so it was easy for Wooyoung to rest his head on it and it was
muscly so it was also quite comfortable.
"You seriously need to get better survival skills," Lynx said, patting Wooyoung's back softly.
Wooyoung hummed quietly, snuggling closer.

"You really like hugs don't you," Lynx said. Wooyoung tensed up, wondering if maybe he
was overstepping and getting too comfortable.

"It's cute. I like it," Lynx said softly, dropping his head down to rest on Wooyoung's, making
him relax again. Wooyoung felt so comfortable, he could just stand there all day. He's really
buff so it's like extra padding.

"Thank you, I think. That was a compliment, right," Lynx asked. Wooyoung froze, his eyes
snapping open.

"Wh-What," he stuttered.

"Being buff and extra padded is a compliment right," Lynx asked. Wooyoung flushed red in
embarrassment, dying slightly inside and trying not to panic.

"Um y-yeah. It was a compliment. Just that you're comfortable," he said awkwardly. Lynx
chuckled and pat Wooyoung's head softly before pulling away.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," Lynx said.

"Oh, I can't. I still have 3 more places I need to check out," Wooyoung said. Lynx frowned at
that, glancing around before sighing.

"I have about 3 more hours until I need to get to the ring, I'll come with you," Lynx said.

"Are you sure? You don't have to," Wooyoung said.

"I'm not going to leave you to wander around here alone. People here like to prey on cute,
clueless boys," Lynx said. Wooyoung blushed slightly at Lynx's words, glancing down.

"Alright come on. The next place is on Fawkes St," Wooyoung said. Lynx nodded and the
two of them left the alley they were down. They walked together, side by side to the next
location that was an empty lot. It wasn't as big as the warehouse but it would be sufficient.
Wooyoung went to step forwards but Lynx grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"You wanna take a closer look," he asked and Wooyoung nodded. Lynx scanned the area
before nodding and allowing Wooyoung to walk over. Wooyoung walked around the
paddock, happy to find that it was level. It would be an ideal place to have a hotel, only
perhaps a tad bit smaller than they would like. Wooyoung startled as there was a presence
beside him suddenly, an arm slipping around his waist. He glanced around and noticed there
was a group of four people walking past. Wooyoung was confused but Lynx tugged him
closer, his other arm moving to wrap around Wooyoung's waist as well, back hugging him.

"Sorry, just relax. Those guys are a bunch of thugs but we'll be ok," Lynx whispered, tucking
his head into Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung's heart was racing but he relaxed back against
Lynx. They stayed like that for about a minute before Lynx pulled away.
"They're gone. Are you done here," he asked.

"Yeah, we've just got two more places," Wooyoung said with a nod. They went to the next
location which was another empty block, though it wasn't as good as the last one. It was
smaller and the ground was uneven.

"Last place is on Dalton St," Wooyoung said.

"Dalton St," Lynx questioned.

"Yeah," Wooyoung replied. They got to Dalton St and Wooyoung looked around in
confusion. There was no empty lots or warehouses, only buildings with one main big one.

"Which one is number 12," Wooyoung asked.

"Number 12," Lynx said and Wooyoung nodded.

"Um, it's that big one there," Lynx replied, pointing to the building.

"Huh, I don't know why dad would send me to somewhere that already has a large building.
It's old so there's no way they could build the hotel from that. They'd have to tear it all
down," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"They're going to tear it down," Lynx asked.

"Nah, it'd be way too much effort. The second lot was the best option. What is this building
anyway," Wooyoung asked.

"Uh it's a housing unit. Probably houses 40% of down town," Lynx said.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not gonna let dad tear that down, we'll probably go with number 2,"
Wooyoung said with a nod, turning back to Lynx who was watching him with an odd
expression. He stepped forwards suddenly and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's forehead,
surprising him.

"What was that for," he asked.

"I just appreciate that you care about the people who don't have as much money as you,"
Lynx said.

"My dad said something today that made me realise he may not be the greatest person,"
Wooyoung said quietly. Lynx frowned but nodded at him to continue.

"I don't wanna say what he said. It was rude and it refers to you as well so I don't want to say
it. But yeah, I've realise rich people can be assholes," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"You're not an asshole though, remember that," Lynx said. Wooyoung smiled softly and
nodded, opening his mouth to say something when a sudden bang cut through the air. Lynx's
eyes went wide and he lunged forwards, grabbing Wooyoung's hoodie and yanking him
down, making him hit the pavement hard as he cried out. Before he could react, Lynx yanked
him back up, dragging him behind a car and tugging him down as more shot rang out.
Wooyoung whimpered in fear, realising it was gunshots. Why is it that he always has such
bad luck?

"Lynx," he whimpered as his eyes welled up, hearing more gunshots.

"Shh, shh, were gonna be ok. They aren't shooting at us, they likely don't even know we're
here," Lynx said quickly. More shots rang out and Wooyoung felt tears begun to fall down his
face in fear. Lynx saw the terrified look in his eyes and immediately yanked him back into his
arms. He tucked Wooyoung's legs so he was in a ball, turning so he was pinned to the car, his
own body shielding the smaller boy just in case and for added security.

"I've got you, I won't let you get hurt," Lynx said firmly. Wooyoung sobbed and slapped his
hands over his ears to try and block out the sounds. Lynx's heart broke and he tried his best to
curl Wooyoung up more but they were already curled up as much as they could be. They
were safe but Wooyoung wouldn't think that and certainly wouldn't be able to calm down.

"Wooyoung. Hey Wooyoung, look at me," he said quickly. Wooyoung's hands were covering
his ears still so he wasn't able to hear. Lynx winced and quickly glanced over the car, seeing
about 5 men down the street, shooting at each other. He glanced nearby and saw an alleyway
not far off. He took a deep breath, moving around so his feet were on the ground and he was
crouched down. He slipped his arms under Wooyoung's knees and back taking one last deep
breath before jumping up with Wooyoung in his arms and sprinting to the alley as Wooyoung
cried in fear. He got them down the alley and behind a dumpster where he sat back down
with Wooyoung curled into his side, still sobbing.

"Wooyoung you need to calm down. We're safe, I promise we're safe," Lynx said. He tugged
Wooyoung's hands down to unblock his ears. Wooyoung shivered and whimpered in fear,
scared that someone was going to come down the alley and shoot them. The gunshots were
wait but you could still hear them and that scared Wooyoung.

"My name's San," Lynx blurt out suddenly. Wooyoung froze in surprise, the tears and panick
stopping.

"Choi San to be exact," he added.

"S-San," Wooyoung sniffled.

"Yeah, that's my name," Lynx said with a nod.

"That's a very pretty name. Like mountain," Wooyoung said quietly. San smiled softly and
nodded.

"Yeah, just like mountain," he said. Wooyoung sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of
his hand.

"It suits you," Wooyoung said. San chuckled and lifted his hand, gently wiping the tears from
Wooyoung's face. There was another bang and Wooyoung flinched.
"Come here, give me a hug," San said softly. Wooyoung sniffled and moved to climb into his
lap but hesitated, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. San didn't seem to mind as he
grabbed him and tugged him fully into his lap. Wooyoung curled up and tucked his head
under San's chin. San sighed and hugged him gently, feeling like he was something fragile he
needed to protect.

"Do you think someone just got killed," Wooyoung asked quietly. San shifted slightly, not
knowing what to say.

"I'm going to go with yes based off your reaction," Wooyoung whispered.

"We can't know for sure and I'm definitely not letting you go anywhere near there until it's
safe," San said softly. Wooyoung nodded into his chest, not wanting to go anywhere near
there for a while.

"Does this happen often? Shootings," Wooyoung asked.

"Not that often but enough for people to be on guard and to know what to do if it happens,"
San replied.

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung whispered.

"What for," San asked with a frown.

"That you have to go through this," Wooyoung replied. San closed his eyes and sighed,
resting his chin down on Wooyoung's head.

"I seriously misjudged you, jeez. To think I was going to punch you for trying to proposition
me. I can't believe I thought you would do that," San said, making Wooyoung chuckle
weakly.

"I think I would seriously get traumatised if I lived here," Wooyoung said.

"Oh yeah, you definitely wouldn't last living here," San said with a fond smile.

"Can we please get out of here," Wooyoung asked and San nodded quickly.

"Of course," he said, helping the two of them to stand. The shots had stopped a few minutes
ago but there was no way to know if it was safe or not.

"Come on, let's go this way," San said, grabbing Wooyoung's hand and tugging him the rest
of the way down the alley. San guided Wooyoung through the streets until they got properly
into the city again.

"Hey San. It feels weird calling you that," Wooyoung said, making San chuckle.

"Yes Wooyoung, what's up," San asked.

"How long do you have until you need to get to the ring," Wooyoung asked. San checked his
watch quickly.
"About an hour, why? Don't worry, I'm going to walk you home. I'm definitely not going to
let you go alone rig-."

"Can we get ice-cream," Wooyoung asked, cutting him off. San doesn't usually get ice-cream,
especially not before a fight but Wooyoung went through something scary.

"Sure, ice-cream sounds great," he said with a nod. Wooyoung smiled happily, his eyes
lighting up and he quickly dragged San down the street and over to one of his favourite well-
known ice-cream stores. He tugged San inside and over to the counter.

"What's your favourite flavours. Are you going to get two or three scoops," Wooyoung asked.

"Oh, ah. I only really eat choc mint," San said awkwardly.

"Oh ok. It's a great flavour though so I feel you," Wooyoung said.

"Hi, what can I get for you," the man asked as he went in front of them.

"We'll get two cones. One with a scoop of mango and a scoop of choc mint and the other with
two scoops of choc mint," Wooyoung said. San's eyes widened and he glanced at the prices.

"Ah actually, just one scoop of the choc mint for me please," he said quickly.

"Come on, indulge a bit," Wooyoung said.

"No, it's fine," San said.

"San, eating more ic-."

"Wooyoung, I don't live in a penthouse," San said quietly, looking down. Wooyoung's
stomach dropped and he realised San was saying no because he couldn't afford it, not because
he didn't want to eat too much. He immediately wanted to pay for San to get two scoops but
knew that probably wouldn't go well. "We'll get a cone with a scoop of mint and a cone with
a scoop of mango," he said. San's head snapped up in surprise and he opened his mouth to
protest but Wooyoung quickly squeezed his hand to keep him quiet.

"Ok, that's $15," the man said. Wooyoung glanced at San in worry, not sure how he would
react when the cashier put the ice-creams together. San seemed conflicted so Wooyoung
stepped in quickly. He pulled out his card and paid for them, feeling San's hand tighten in his.
They grabbed their ice-creams and left the store.

"Before you get mad, you can pay me back $7.50 if you want," Wooyoung said quickly.

"I will, I promise. I just, can I please wait until I paid tonight," San asked.

"Of course not you horrible person," Wooyoung said, making San smile softly.

"Rude," he said, making Wooyoung grin happily. It was nice to see Lynx be so relaced and
carefree, to know his name.
"Who're you fighting tonight," Wooyoung asked.

"Zeus," San replied.

"Zeus? Seriously? Who decides their fighting nose should be Zeus," Wooyoung said with a
chuckle.

"He's a bit of a tosser. He thinks he's the best fighter out there so I'm going to love knocking
him down a peg or two tonight," San said with a grin. Wooyoung couldn't help but to think
cocky San was just a little hot.

"Where'd Lynx come from then," he asked.

"It wasn't anything special. The people at the foster home used to call me Lynx growing up,"
San replied with a shrug. Wooyoung's head snapped up at the sudden information but he saw
that San didn't seem to have realised so he remained quiet.

"So are you going to come watch the fight tonight," San asked.

"I'm honestly not sure. I was supposed to go home and then see how I was feeling,"
Wooyoung replied with a shrug.

"You should come. I can walk you home afterwards if you need," San said. Wooyoung was
technically supposed to talk about what was going to happen but if San's going to be there
then it will be fine anyway.

"Or I can just walk you home now if you'd rather that," San said when Wooyoung didn't
reply.

"What? Oh, no. No I'll come," Wooyoung said quickly.

"Are you sure? You don't have to come you know," San said.

"Seriously? I love watching you fight. You're the reason I kept coming back in the first place.

"Really," San asked in surprise.

"Really. I love watching you fight, it's so cool and you're so good," Wooyoung said.

"Well I'm glad you enjoy it. I don't think I've really talked to a fan before," San said, making
him scoff.

"You have so many fans and ouch, burn. I see how it is," Wooyoung said, making San grin.

"Come on, let's head to the ring. I'll show you my warm ups," San said.

"Please tell me you're gonna be shirtless," Wooyoung muttered.

"What," San asked.

 "Nothing, let's go," Wooyoung said with a giggle, grabbing San's free hand and yanking him
forwards.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is chapter 4 everyone, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it

Some big events in this chapter, let me know your favourite moments
 Chapter 5
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Hey Hongjoong, how's it going," Wooyoung asked as he leant against the bar, waiting for
the blue-haired boy to make his drink.

"It's good, just as good as the last time you asked about 2 minutes ago," Hongjoong replied,
placing down a class.

"Huh, I don't remember asking that," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"That's cos you've been having a bit too much fun tonight," Hongjoong said with a chuckle.

"Nuh uh, can never have too much fun," Wooyoung said with a giggle.

"Ok, let's actually take this back," Hongjoong said, reaching out and grabbing the glass from
Wooyoung. Wooyoung whined and desperately tried to cling to the class, leaning forwards
for as long as he could with his lips on the glass to try and drink until Hongjoong completely
yanked it away. Wooyoung pouted, reaching out with grabby hands for the glass.

"Oh yeah, you are far too drunk right now," Hongjoong said with a chuckle. Wooyoung
gasped dramatically, completely affronted.

"How dare you spill these fiw-fiwy-fithy lies," Wooyoung stuttered out, his words slightly
slurred.

"Here, drink this," Hongjoong said, holing out a glass.

"What is it," Wooyoung asked warily.

"It's a special potion for fairies," Hongjoong replied with a shrug. Wooyoung's eyes lit up and
he clapped happily.

"Gimme, gimme," he said, stumbling slightly with how eager he was. He grabbed the glass
and guzzled it down quickly.

"That was so plain, give me something songa," Wooyoung said, falling forwards slightly.

"I'm gonna guess you were trying to say stronger and that's gonna be a no from me. You have
had way too much to drink. I tell you what, why don't you go for a walk and go see Lynx,"
Hongjoong said. Wooyoung perked up at that. He really should go and see Lynx. He clapped
happily before pushing himself away from the bench before stumbling forwards again.
Hongjoong's hand shot out to grab Wooyoung's arm to stabilise him.

"Wooyoung please go find Lynx. Yeosang isn't here and I can't keep an eye on you. You're
starting to worry me," Hongjoong said. Wooyoung giggled and grabbed his wallet, pulling
out a $100 bill and putting it on the bench. Hongjoong's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Wooyoung, your tab was like $40," he said.

"Oh well, tipsy tip," Wooyoung said, moving away from the bench before Hongjoong could
protest. Hongjoong called out but Wooyoung ignored him and hobbled over to the door at the
back of the room. He forgot the door had a handle on it and ran into it before hurriedly
opening it and going through. He quickly made his way down the hall, as quickly as he could
in his drunken state. He was looking around to try and find the door before he finally found it
and grinned, hurrying over and flinging the door open. He looked around the room but
couldn't find San anywhere, not even around the corner. They've gotten closer over the past
few weeks and Wooyoung has become accustomed to this room. He walked inside and closed
the door, going around the corner and over to the old couch. It wasn't much but he was bored
so he dropped down onto it and stretched out happily. He pouted as he looked around and
found he was still alone. He huffed but relaxed into the couch, feeling tiredness suddenly
seep in. He snuggled down a bit more, his eyes slipping closed.

~~~~~

A noise jolted Wooyoung out of his slumber and he lazily slipped his eyes open to San
walking into the room. He sat up quickly, feeling dizzy from how quick he moved but he
shuffled to the end of the couch and leant his hands on the bench, dropping his head down
onto them. He watched San as he moved around, not having realised Wooyoung was there
and watching him. He was wearing a hoodie and familiar black pants that he wears almost
every fight. He went over to a bag and pulled out a shirt and some bandages. Wooyoung's
eyes widened and his mouth went dry as San pulled off his hoodie, realising he was getting
undressed.

When San pulled off his shirt, Wooyoung expected to feel hot and bothered but instead he felt
horrified. It felt like someone had poured ice cold water over his body and he felt like he
sobered out pretty quickly. San's body was littered with bruises and scars. It was like his body
was some sick sort of painting of pain.

"San," he gasped out. San jumped in shock, his head snapping up in fright as his heart
pounded.

"Wooyoung, what the fuck," he said but Wooyoung barely heard him, his eyes running over
the bruises. He jumped up quickly, wanting to rush over to San but he forgot he was still
quite intoxicated and tripped, falling over.

"Wooyoung!" San ran around the corner, grabbing Wooyoung's arms and pulling him up.

"Are you ok," he asked worriedly.

"M'a little bit drunk," Wooyoung admitted, squeezing his thumb and second finger together.
His head felt a little fuzzy and he realised he hadn't sobered up as much as he thought.

"Ok, why don't we sit down," San said, directing him over to the couch where they both sat
down.
"What're you doing here," San asked.

"Hongjoong told me to come here cos I was drunk," Wooyoung replied. He glanced over at
San, his eyes landing on his shoulder which was one of the only places left completely
untouched.

"Damn, you must've been drunk, drunk," San said with a chuckle. Wooyoung was still
focused on San's shoulder, not even listening to what San was saying.

"Hey, you ok," San asked worriedly.

"Wooyoung, are you ok," San asked worriedly.

"Wooyoung, are you ok," San repeated when he got no reply. Wooyoung was still fixated on
that shoulder, intrusive thoughts running through his head. He hesitated for a second before
giving in. He bent down quickly, chomping down on the shoulder and making San yelp.

"Wooyoung, what the fuck," San said, moving away quickly. It wasn't even just a little nip, it
was a full on chomp. Wooyoung giggled and San tilted his head in confusion before
understanding it was probably because he's drunk.

"Ok, now that's done with, can you tell me if you're ok," San asked.

"I'm fine, just dizzy and fuzzy," Wooyoung replied.

"Alright well, why don't you lay down for a bit. I've got about 30 minutes until I need to go
out so you can just relax," San said. Wooyoung smiled happily and wrapped his arms around
San's waist, dropping his head down onto his shoulder and letting his eyes slip closed. San
jolted slightly at that, not having expected it but he relaxed and rubbed Wooyoung's back
gently. He would've stayed like that to let Wooyoung rest but he did need to get ready.

"Hey Wooyoung, I'm sorry but I need to get ready. If you give me a minute, I can grab my
wrap and you can rest on my lap while I wrap up my hands," San said. Wooyoung yawned
slightly but nodded, moving away. San was gone for a minute before he came back and sat
down on the end of the couch, guiding Wooyoung down so his head was resting in his lap.
Wooyoung's face ended up beside San's abdomen and was reminded of the bruises.

"You're hurt," he said softly. San was confused but glanced down and remembered the
bruises, something he's used to but Wooyoung definitely isn't.

"I'm fine Wooyoung. Bruises are just a part of the life of a fighter. These don't even hurt,
most are pretty old to be honest," San said, rubbing Wooyoung's hair softly.

"You sure," Wooyoung asked worriedly.

"Positive," San replied. Wooyoung was satisfied and rolled on his back, relaxing. He laid
there like that for a few minutes watching in wonder as San skilfully wrapped up his hand.

"That's cool to watch," Wooyoung said. San glanced down and smiled softly when he saw
Wooyoung watching him with eyes of wonder.
"It's really not much but you can watch me wrap the other hand," he said with a shrug.
Wooyoung nodded quickly, watching as San started to wrap his right hand with just as much
precision as the other hand.

"Hey Sannie, can I ask you something please," Wooyoung asked.

"Go ahead," San replied.

"When did you start fighting," Wooyoung asked.

"Uh professionally or just in general," San asked.

"Professionally," Wooyoung replied.

"I started when I turned 18," San replied quietly, his focus on his hand and wrapping.

"That young," Wooyoung said in surprise. San sighed and shook his head.

"I gotta get ready, can you sit up," he asked. Wooyoung sat up quickly despite the dizziness,
worried he overstepped. San didn't say anything, just stood up and went around to his bag,
putting on his shirt. Wooyoung watched quietly for a few minutes as San started to warm up,
not saying anything. The nerves and worry were eating him up inside.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. San turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say," he asked.

"I-I'm sorry," Wooyoung stuttered a bit louder.

"For what? Oh, for before. It's fine Wooyoung, you didn't do anything wrong," San said. He
could tell Wooyoung still seemed nervous so he moved over to the other side of the bench.

"Don't stress Youngie. You're curious, you ask questions and it's only human nature. I'm just a
little private so I don't always like opening up," San explained.

"I'm still sorry," Wooyoung said quietly.

"You are ok Wooyoung, I promise. Why don't you just lay down and get some rest," San said.
Wooyoung was unsure but couldn't deny that he was a little tired so he laid down. He didn't
fall asleep but was drifting slightly when San shook his shoulder softly. He peeled his eyes
open to see San bent down in front of him. I have to head out in a few minutes so I wanna
know if you want to sleep a bit more or if you want to come and watch," San asked.

"Oh I'll definitely watch. I love watching you fight," Wooyoung said, sitting up quickly.

"How're you feeling? You dizzy at all," San asked.

"I'm alright," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"Ok, well why don't you come and watch from the coaching box," San asked.
"Wait, there's a coaching box," Wooyoung asked in surprise.

"Yeah, some fighters have coaches or mentors and some just bring friends," San said with a
nod.

"That's cool, I never realised that," Wooyoung said, surprised at this new information.

"Oh, do many people watch from your box," Wooyoung asked. San hesitated, glancing down
slightly.

"No one. Hongjoong has a few times but he usually is bartending," he said.

"No one else," Wooyoung asked, his heart beating quickly.

"No, no one else," San said with a nod. Wooyoung's heart fluttered and he nodded quickly.

"Ok, yeah I wanna watch from there," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"Ok, cool," San said, nodding slowly and glancing up briefly.

"Yeah, nice," Wooyoung said unsure what to do now.

"Let's go then," San said, standing up and helping Wooyoung up as well. San showed him
down the hall and to another door leading to another hall. The end of that lead to stairs that
then went right to the ring.

"Ok so the box is just there to the right. When they announce me, just walk out with me and
go to the box," San said.

"I'm kinda nervous," Wooyoung said, making San chuckle.

"Don't be. You don't have to do anything, just walk to the box, sit there and look pretty,
shouldn't be too hard," San said softly, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind Wooyoung's
ear.

"Ok," Wooyoung said with a nod, letting out a breath.

"Introducing the beast in the ring, the fan favourite for the night, it's Lynx." San gently
guided Wooyoung with a hand on the small of his back, nudging him towards the box where
he needed to go. Wooyoung went through the opening quickly, sitting down on one of the
five seats there. He watched San do his pre-fight routine but this time when he started to
stretch, he stepped up to the box, facing Wooyoung.

"Make sure you stretch well. I don't want you getting hurt," Wooyoung said, making San
smile softly.

"I'll be fine," he replied.

"Make sure you win," Wooyoung said.

"I will," San promised.

"Ladies and Gentleman, one more minute until the fight will be underway."

"I'll see you on the other side," San said before leaving the fence and making his way to the
middle of the ring, swinging his arms to stretch.

Wooyoung sat up straighter in his seat as the bell rang to signal the start of the fight. He didn't
even know who the other fighter was as he didn't hear their name announced and it wasn't
said to him before that. Whoever it was, they were fast. For the first time in all the fights
Wooyoung has watched, the other fighter managed to land the first punch on San. It landed
on the side of his torso but San barely flinched, countering it with a punch of his own that
landed on the other guys stomach. The two of them continued going back and forth with
blows, though it was clear that San was managing to land more hits and more effective ones.
He continued watching eagerly but the loud cheers and bright lights were starting to get to
him and he winced, dropping his head into his hands, groaning at the pain.

His head was down for about 10 seconds before he heard gasps. He looked back up, his
stomach dropping when he saw that San was pinned down on his stomach, receiving punch
after punch into his back. Their eyes locked, San's wide with what seemed to be panic, most
likely due to the situation he had landed in.

"Come on, you can do this! Fight back," Wooyoung yelled quickly, hoping San could hear
over the sounds of the crowd. San's eyes narrowed, a dark and determined look crossing his
face. He somehow managed to push himself up and spin around, smashing his fist into the
others face. The situations switched, the other fighter getting their back pinned to the ground
while San straddled him, punching him repeatedly. After about 6 punches San's fist stopped
mid-air and the guy remained unmoving. San waited another few seconds before standing up,
making the crowd cheer loudly. Wooyoung was worried, watching despite the pain in his
head, seeing San's hand go behind to rest on his lower back. The announcer went into the
ring, raising San's hand.

"Our winner, Lynx." San bowed, grimacing slightly before turning to leave the ring.
Wooyoung got up and left the box, meeting San who quickly grabbed his arm and tugged him
forwards. Their pace back to the room was quite quick and Wooyoung was worried. They
went inside and San immediately closed the door.

"Shit, fuck," San groaned, holding his back an bending down slightly.

"Ar-."

"Are you ok? You were curled over and holding your head," San said, interrupting Wooyoung
as he stood up straight. Wooyoung blinked in confusion, tilting his head slightly.

"What," he asked. He wasn't the one that had 10 punches full pelt into his back.

"I saw you during the fight curl over in pain," San said.
"Well, yeah but you got punched in the back, I just want to know if you're ok," Wooyoung
said with a frown.

"Yeah I'm fine, are you," San asked, not convincing Wooyoung as he wasn't able to hide his
wince of pain.

"You're hurt Sannie," Wooyoung said worriedly.

"I'll be ok, I just need to know if you're ok," San replied.

"I'm fine, just getting a headache," Wooyoung said quietly. San stepped forwards and gently
placed his hands on the side of Wooyoung's head, delicately massaging two fingers in circles
on his head. Wooyoung's eyes slipped closed at the soothing motions, relaxing as the pain
seeped away. San smiled softly, cupping Wooyoung's head to hold it up as he leant into his
hand.

"You really shouldn't drink that much," San said softly.

"I'm ok, really. It's just hurting my head a bit. Early hangover probably," Wooyoung said with
a sigh.

"Ok, why don't you lay down while I get ready so you can get some extra rest," San said.
Wooyoung sighed but nodded, moving over to the other side and begun getting ready. It was
quiet for less than a minute before Wooyoung heard a soft whimper. He sat up further and
looked over to see San on his knees, leaning forwards onto one hand while holding his back
with the other as his head hung low. It was clear to Wooyoung that he was in pain. He got up
and walked over, kneeling beside San and gently placing his hand on San's lower back. San
jolted at the touch and looked over at Wooyoung with a sigh.

"I'm alright, my back is just seizing up," San said.

"That's not good. Can I help in any way," Wooyoung asked. San sighed and shook his head.

"I'll be fine, don't stress. This just comes with the field unfortunately," San said. Wooyoung
wasn't happy with that, he wanted to help.

"Why don't I just rub some heat cream on your back, that should help," he said. Heat cream is
a very effective way to help ease muscle pain and something all fighters should have
considering they will have constant muscle pain. San groaned at Wooyoung's words however
and dropped his head.

"Woo I know you're trying to help but that's just making me feel like shit. That cream is so
expensive, do you honestly think I can afford that when I can barely afford my rent," San said
in frustration. Wooyoung flinched at that, hesitating to speak up again and make San more
angry.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for and rude, it's not your fault," San said with another groan. He
straightened up and reached out, pulling Wooyoung into a gentle hug, ignoring his pain.
Wooyoung leant into it for a few seconds before pulling away, knowing the angle probably
hurt San's back.

"Let me at least give your back a massage to try and release some tension," Wooyoung said.

"Are you sure," San asked quietly. Wooyoung nodded quickly, pulling off his hoodie and
scrunching it up in a ball before placing it down on the ground.

"Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach," he instructed. San nodded and did as asked,
resting his head on the hoodie. Wooyoung tried to warm up his hands a bit before placing
them down on San's back. San jolted slightly at the touch but relaxed very quickly.
Wooyoung begun to gently massage San's back, feeling the tightness in the muscles. He made
sure to pay attention to San and how he was reacting, adjusting his strength when needed. He
was doing it for a few minutes before he noticed how much San was relaxing, his muscles
untensed and his head lolling to the side. Wooyoung stopped what he was doing but San
didn't react, face still and lax. He looked so peaceful and Wooyoung didn't want to wake him
up so instead, he let him rest for a bit. He shuffled down beside San and gently grabbed his
hand, beginning to slowly unwrap the tape, making sure not to tug too quickly. He was
almost to the end when the door to the room swung open, making him freeze. His focus
snapped to the doorway, his eyes widening however Hongjoong stepped inside so he relaxed.
Hongjoong's eyes widened when he saw San and stepped inside, quickly closing the door.

"What happened? Is he ok," he asked worriedly.

"He's fine, don't worry. I just helped him with his back pain," Wooyoung said.

"Uh, how," Hongjoong asked slowly.

"I gave him a massage and he fell asleep," Wooyoung clarified.

"Lynx fell asleep with you here," Hongjoong asked. For some reason Hongjoong still calls
San Lynx around him but he didn't question it.

"Yeah. I don't want to wake him just yet so I'm undoing his hand wraps," Wooyoung
explained.

"Ok, but he's ok," Hongjoong asked.

"Yeah and I'm keeping an eye on him," Wooyoung promised.

"Ok, good. Come find me if anything happens," Hongjoong said and Wooyoung nodded.
Hongjoong left and Wooyoung continued on until he finished removing the wrap. Once he
was done, he finally decided to wake San up again. He gently ran his fingers through San's
sweaty hair, slicking it back slightly. San stirred at that, his eyes slipping open slowly. He was
a bit disorientated and confused but his eyes landed on Wooyoung who was watching him
with a soft smile.

"Wakey, wakey sleepyhead," Wooyoung said. San sat up quickly shaking his head to
orientate himself a bit. He had no idea he had fallen asleep, usually finding it hard to sleep
when anyone else but Hongjoong is nearby as he doesn't feel safe.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," San said quietly.

"You're fine. It was only about 10 to 15 minutes," Wooyoung said.

"Still, thank you. My back's feeling a lot better. I just need to get ready and we'll go," San
said. He lifted up his hands before freezing, noticing the wraps gone and glancing over to see
them piled up next to Wooyoung.

"I took them off already for you," Wooyoung explained.

"Ok, thanks," San said in surprise. They were interrupted by a sudden banging on the door,
making San's face drop as he went pale. He jumped up, grabbing Wooyoung and yanking him
around the corner before shoving him down.

"Please stay quiet, I'm begging you," he rushed out. Before Wooyoung could reply, San was
up and over to the door, opening it and allowing a man to come inside. Wooyoung wasn't sure
what was going but made sure to stay hidden like San asked. There was something in his
voice that told him he needed to listen.

"What the fuck was that," the new man said.

"I won? Isn't that the whole point," San snapped.

"You call that winning? That was pathetic. You are supposed to be a beast, not someone who
gets pinned down by a weakling," the man said. Wooyoung frowned angrily at the way the
man was talking to San. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I won Jay, that's what it comes down to," San said firmly. There was a sudden sound,
sounding remarkable close to a slap and Wooyoung quickly peaked back around the corner
quickly. San was pressed back against the wall with the man standing straight in front of him.
Wooyoung's blood boiled but he was sure there was more to it and he couldn't get involved.
He wasn't happy about it but he stayed quiet and remained hidden.

"People bet on you. They bet for perfect fights from you and if you don't perform then they
lose money rather than to make it. That stupid little stunt you pulled cost a lot of money. The
only reason why I let you get away with no special visitors is because I can get enough
money from your fights. Stuff up again and things may change, do you understand me," the
man asked.

"I understand," San said with a nod.

"Good. Do better," the man said. He leant forwards and Wooyoung frowned as he placed a
kiss to San's cheek. San remained unmoving against the wall as the man stepped back and left
the room. The minute the door closed, Wooyoung got up and went closer to San. San left the
wall immediately, striding to Wooyoung and throwing his arms around him. Wooyoung
wasn't expecting it but he was quick to return the tight hug, allowing San to tuck his head into
his neck. They were pressed close together so Wooyoung could feel the way San's heart was
 racing. Whoever that man was, it was clear he had some sort of hold on San and had him
rattled. He was curious and really wanted to ask questions but knew this was something he
couldn't push on. He raised his hand and gently ran it through San's hair, feeling the fighter
deflate against him. He exhaled shakily before pulling away. Wooyoung noticed how off put
San seemed, not missing how he wiped his cheek 3 times almost unconsciously while he was
packing up his bag. Wooyoung's mouth moved unconsciously.

"Do you want me to give you a kiss," he asked. San looked over, his eyes narrowed and
distrusting. Wooyoung was about to panic but then San's eyes softened and he stepped
forwards.

"Please," he whispered. Wooyoung gently placed his hands on the side of San's neck and
stepped on his tip-toes, placing a delicate kiss against his cheek. He held it for a few seconds
before slowly pulling away. He moved back in front and their eyes met, San's having that
familiar spark once again.

"Thank you," he said softly. Wooyoung smiled and gently slipped his thumb against San's
cheek, skimming over his dimple.

"Are you ok," he asked in concern. San nodded and grabbed Wooyoung's hand softly, pulling
it down.

"I'm ok, I promise. That happens on occasion but I don't want to talk about it," San said.

"I respect that. If you ever want to talk though, I'm here for you," Wooyoung said gently.

"I know," San replied with a nod.

"Come on, let's get you home. You really need some sleep," San said. Wooyoung nodded and
after making sure they had all of their things, the two of them left the ring

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 5 everyone, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

Double update because it's been a little while since I posted as I kind of forgot. My bad

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter!

 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"What am I going to do without you? My life is over!"

"Youngie I'm going for 3 days, you're acting like I'm leaving forever," Yeosang said with a
raised eyebrow.

"It's the same thing Sangie, you're abandoning me," Wooyoung said with a pout, flopping
back onto the olders bed while said person continued packing his suit case.

"You will be fine Woo, stop being so dramatic," Yeosang said, rolling his eyes at the
youngers childishness.

"I will not. Who is going to tie my tie for me," Wooyoung asked.

"Woo you're 22, you should know how to do that yourself already," Yeosang said in
exasperation.

"Why bother when I have you," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"You know what, you are far too dependent on me. I think I might need to cut you off,"
Yeosang said thoughtfully. Wooyoung gasped in outrage, sitting up quickly.

"You wouldn't dare," he gasped.

"It would be for your own good," Yeosang said solemnly. Wooyoung gasped again and
lunged from the bed, tackling Yeosang to floor and pinning him down. He wrapped both of
his arms and legs around Yeosang, clinging to him tightly.

"Don't you dare ever leave me," Wooyoung said firmly, making Yeosang chuckle lightly.

"Fine," he fake sighed. Neither of the two boys made any attempt to move, soaking in the
affection as they would be without it for 3 days. Yeosang knew Wooyoung would need the
last minute cuddle time so he just laid there and rubbed his back.

"How've you been. I've noticed you go to the ring alone a lot and I've seen Lynx walk you
back home a number of times," Yeosang said.

"I enjoy watching the fights and I get along well with Lynx, he's actually quite nice,"
Wooyoung said. He wasn't sure why Yeosang was suddenly mentioning it when it had been
over a month but he hoped the older wasn't upset about it.

"Good. It's good to see you making a new friend and I feel a lot better knowing that you're
safe with him walking home. It's frustrating that I've barely been able to go lately but this
new clothing line was a lot of work," Yeosang said with a sigh.
"That's alright, you'll be able to come watch again once you get back," Wooyoung said,
nuzzling his head into Yeosang's neck.

"How's Hongjoong been going," Yeosang asked.

"He's been good, still bartending," Wooyoung said.

"He told me the story about how you got drunk there. Apparently it was pretty funny,"
Yeosang said with a chuckle. Wooyoung rolled his eyes but flushed slightly red in
embarrassment.

"No going and getting drunk when there's no one to keep an eye on you while I'm gone,"
Yeosang said.

"Yes mum," Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes.

"Good, now get up or I'm going to miss my fight," Yeosang said, tapping his back.

"You've got time," Wooyoung said.

"My flight is at 7pm, it is currently almost 6pm and a 20 minute drive to the airport. I need
time to check in and everything, we aren't using the jet today," Yeosang said after checking
his watch. Wooyoung sighed but reluctantly stood up and pulled away before helping
Yeosang to his feet.

"Still can't believe you're leaving me," he muttered, earning a whack to the back of the head.

"Don't turn the apartment into a mess and don't have too many guys over," Yeosang joked
making Wooyoung deadpan his gaze.

"I won't be having any guys over, thank you very much," he said. Yeosang chuckled and
rolled his eyes, grabbing his suitcase. Wooyoung walked with him over to the door before
they both stopped. Yeosang held out an arm and allowed Wooyoung to step forwards and hug
him.

"Stay safe," Wooyoung whispered.

"You too, look after yourself and stay out of trouble. Don't hesitate to call me if something
happens Wooyoung. I might be in a different country but I will come back the minute you
need me," Yeosang said.

"I know, have fun," Wooyoung said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling back.
Yeosang gave him one last smile before opening the door and finally leaving. Wooyoung
sighed to himself before deciding he would have a lazy night. He went back to his room and
grabbed some pj's before heading into the bathroom. He ran himself a nice hot shower to
which he ended up staying inside of for an hour, just enjoying the warm water. Once he
finished with the shower, he heated himself up some leftover pizza and sat down in front of
the TV, putting on a random movie. He grabbed out his phone and opened Yeosang's contact
where he had some unread messages.
My World: Finally at the airport, traffic was horrible

My World: I'm glad I left when I said and didn't let you distract me

My World: Boarding now. If my plane crashes, I've left you my amazing retro leather jacket
collection in my will

Wooyoung giggled at that. He's always loved Yeosang's leather jackets so it's good to know if
he dies first, he will receive them. He started to type a reply when he got a sudden incoming
phone call. It came up as a number meaning it wasn't someone in his contacts and he didn't
recognise the number. He hesitated for a second before clicking answer. He was immediately
hit with the sounds of yelling in the background.

"W-Wooyoung." Wooyoung didn't recognise the voice on the other end so he was a little
wary and confused however he could hear the cries and it worried him.

"Yes this is Wooyoung. Who am I speaking to," he asked.

"Um, I don't know if you'll r-remember me but y-you gave me your number. Said to c-call if I
needed h-help," the other said. Wooyoung was confused for a few seconds before it clicked,
the pink haired man from the store.

"I remember you. What's wrong," Wooyoung said quickly.

"I don't. I need h-help," the other whimpered. The yelling in the background continuing.
Wooyoung was worried for the boys safety and well-being so he quickly jumped up, rushing
to get his shoes on.

"Where are you," he asked, quickly typing a message to his driver to come and get him.

"I'm on, I'm on Dalton St, out front of the housing unit."

"Ok, I'm on my way. What's going on," Wooyoung asked quickly as he rushed to the elevator.

"I-I'm late. They want the money but I d-don't have it," he sobbed. Wooyoung's heart
clenched and he was glad he had his wallet in his pyjamas pocket. This sounds like there
might be some dodgy people involved so it might be best to consult someone else.

"Ok I'm on my way. I need to call someone but you just hang in there alright. I'll be there
soon," Wooyoung promised.

"Ok," the other replied quietly. Wooyoung hung up and quickly saved the number just in case
as he rushed past the reception desk and outside. He quickly found the number he needed and
dialled, getting picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Woo, what-."

"Where are you," Wooyoung asked quickly, cutting him off as he looked around for the car.

"I'm at the ring. I have a fight in 20 minutes, why? Are you ok," San asked quickly.
"I'm ok but I got a call from someone. Do you remember that guy from the grocery store with
the pink hair? The one I gave my number to for if he needed help," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah. What's going on? Is he ok," San asked hurriedly.

"I'm not sure. He said something about not having the money to pay someone and there was
yelling in the background. He was crying as well," Wooyoung explained. He spotted the car
and ran to it, getting in and hurriedly telling the street to the driver and asking to be dropped
off to a street over.

"Wooyoung where are you now," San asked.

"I'm on my way," Wooyoung said.

"Stop, go back home. I will deal with this, I don't want you involved," San said.

"San I can't just go back. I'm on my way already and I've told him I'm coming," Wooyoung
said.

"Wooyoung go home," San said. Wooyoung frowned at the order in his tone.

"No, I'm not going home, I'm going to help someone who has asked for it," Wooyoung said.

"Wooyoung. Fuck. Can you just listen and not be an idiot for once in your life," San groaned.
Wooyoung got angry at that and a little hurt.

"Ok, I'm good. I don't need you to be rude," he said before hanging up. He understands like
when he insults him. The car pulled up at the street beside Dalton Street and Wooyoung
quickly said goodbye before jumping out and rushing to the housing unit. It wasn't hard to
spot the pink haired boy. He rushed over quickly, swallowing his fear and pushing his way in
between them, nudging the boy behind him.

"What seems to be the problem," he asked. The man in front of him stepped forwards,
running his eyes up and down Wooyoung's frame.

"Who the hell are you," he asked.

"I'm his friend. Again, what's going on," Wooyoung asked.

"His rent was due 2 days ago and he hasn't paid up. He's not leaving until we get the $300,"
the man said.

"$300? It was $250 and I've told you I don't have enough just yet," the pink haired boy said
with a cry. Wooyoung realised these people were trying to take advantage of a clearly
struggling person.

"$300," Wooyoung asked.

"Yes. He's not going until I get it," the other man said. $300 is a lot but Wooyoung didn't
want this guy to get into trouble. He grabbed out his wallet and sifted through, finding
thankfully $300.

"Here," he said, holding it out.

"Wait-."

"That's his payment, now you can leave him alone," Wooyoung said firmly. The guy eyed
him closely before grabbing the money and counting it.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he said with a grin before motioning for the others to
follow him. The four of them slowly off walked down the street, leaving Wooyoung and the
pink haired boy alone. Wooyoung spun around quickly to see the boy still crying.

"Are you ok? They're gone now, they're not going to hurt you," Wooyoung said.

"I c-can't pay you back," the other said.

"No, no, that's ok. You don't have to pay me back, I did that to help you and make sure you're
ok," Wooyoung said quickly.

"I'm s-sorry. I didn't know who to c-call," the other stuttered.

"It's ok, really. I told you to call me if you needed help at all. To be honest, I wasn't even
expecting you to actually call so I'm really glad you did," Wooyoung said. The boy sniffled
and nodded, wiping his eyes. Wooyoung realised he still didn't know his name and went to
ask but was cut off by a yell.

"SEONGHWA!" Both Wooyoung and the pink haired male turned at the voice, Wooyoung
recognising it immediately. Is Seonghwa the pink haired boy? Does San know him? San ran
up to them and immediately threw his arms around the pink haired boy, who reciprocated and
started to sob.

"Oh thank god you're ok Hwa," San breathed out.

"Haesoo wanted rent and he wanted more," the other man, Seonghwa said.

"I know, I'm sorry you had to deal with that. He's been a bigger asshole than usual lately,"
San said with a sigh.

"Why didn't you call me," he added.

"Didn't want to bother you and Joongie said you have a fight soon. Wait, don't you have a
fight soon," Seonghwa asked hurriedly.

I pulled out and called Jongho, he's coming in. I may get into a little trouble but I'll be fine
whereas Hongjoong would have lost his job," San explained.

"That is true," Seonghwa said with a nod.

"Wait where did Haesoo and his- I thought I told you to stay out of it," San said in a cold
tone, his eyes narrowing when they locked on Wooyoung. Wooyoung was unimpressed by
the sudden treatment and he frowned. He just saved someone who is clearly a friend of San's,
not to mention he didn't even realise they knew each other as San only mentions Hongjoong.

"Wait they're gone. What the hell did you do," San asked.

"Excuse me? I just got your friend out of a difficult situation," Wooyoung said.

"What did you do Wooyoung," San said angrily.

"I paid his rent for him to ease his burden," Wooyoung said.

"You shouldn't have done that, I told you to stay out of it," San said.

"He called me for help, so I helped. Wh-."

"You should have butt out when I told you to. Do you have any idea what your so called help
has done? You've basically told them that he has the means to pay those outrageous prices
they try to force on people. They will never leave him alone now," San said. Wooyoung
faltered slightly, glancing at the crying boy tucked in San's eyes despite being taller.

"You think that money just makes things better. Go back to your precious, expensive
penthouse and let us low-lifes deal with our own problems," San spat. Wooyoung was
shocked, and deeply hurt. He thought the two of them were getting alone well, exchanging
phone numbers, chatting a lot and Wooyoung often sitting in the coaches box to watch San
fight. He thought they were good so hearing the words coming from his mouth, felt like he
was getting his heart torn.

"I-I'm sorry," he said sadly. He hesitated for a moment, hoping that San would calm down,
say that he was joking but he just continued to glare at him. Wooyoung turned around quickly
and walked away down the street. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with their
friendship but he really hoped San didn't hate him now. All he wanted to do was help out as
he was asked.

He was walking for a few minutes, shuffling his feet along when he heard another noise. He
glanced back in confusion and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed 2 people about 5m
back wearing black hoods and face masks. He faced ahead quickly and continued walking,
trying to will down his panic. He's overreacting, it's probably nothing. He took a dee breath to
calm himself before crossing the road and turning into another street. He strained his ears to
try and hear if they were following him and sure enough, he heard the footsteps following.
There was no other explanation other than they were following him and he was in trouble.
His heart started racing but he tried to remain calm and not stop or slow down his pace. He
discretely pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message for help before stopping. He
couldn't send this message. He wasn't here and most likely wouldn't answer the message. He
was debating what to do but time ran out.

Something smashed into the back of his knee, making him collapse and fall to the ground,
catching himself with his hands as his phone skidded away. He gasped and quickly tried to
stand back up to run away. He couldn't even stand before a foot collided with his face and he
cried out in pain. He begun to sob at the pain in his nose and felt liquid trailing down his lips.
He tried to curl up and cover his face with his hands but each arm was grabbed and he was
hauled to his feet and dragged down an alley.

"Shut up. I'm gonna teach him a lesson. He thinks he can beat me. I'll just beat his little pet,"
one of them spat. Wooyoung was confused and in pain but then a cold dread washed over
him. These are people San has fought and now they're beating him to get pay back for losing.

His thoughts were cut off by pain as a fist collided with his stomach. He collapsed and curled
up as much as he could while still being held up.

"Hold him so I can get some good hits," the earlier man said. He let go and the other grabbed
both of Wooyoung's arms and pinned them back, leaving his entire body exposed. He was in
too much pain to struggle and fight back, his vision blurring due to his tears. The person
cocked their arm back before slamming their fist into Wooyoung's stomach. Wooyoung
gagged, feeling bile crawl up his throat as his stomach spasmed and churned.

"Stupid Lynx, thinks he's so much better than everyone else," the man said angrily before
punching Wooyoung straight in the mouth. Wooyoung was dazed by the hit and tasted
something metallic in his mouth. He lolled his head to the side and spat it out to the ground.

"I'll show him," the man growled before punching Wooyoung in the neck, making him
scream in agony as a white hot pain shot through his body. By this point Wooyoung's legs
had completely given out and the only thing keeping him up was the second person holding
his arms. From the way they were being held as well, it made pain shoot through his
shoulders and back.

"Let him go." The other obeyed, releasing his arms and he was unable to move, to even brace
himself as he collided with the ground. He coughed weakly, feeling something splatter on his
mouth, dripping from his lips. He was exhausted and in pain, his tears falling quickly and
quiet whimpers escaping his lips. He screamed out in pain once again and vomitted onto the
ground as he was kicked harshly in the stomach. He barely registered the pain in his leg as it
was stomped on multiple times.

It felt like his mind was disconnected from his body, vision blurry and head going fuzzy as if
he was under water. He was alone, in pain and there was no one around to save him. This is
how he was going to die. Alone, cold and in pain.

~~~~~

"Are you ok now," San asked gently as he got Seonghwa situated in his apartment.

"I'm fine. You know, you were really harsh with Wooyoung. You might not know him but
he's a decent person and he was trying to help me. I mean I'm the one who called him and
asked him for help," Seonghwa said.

"I know him, and I know he isn't a bad person. In fact he's probably one of the purest souls I
have met in my life," San said quietly.
"Then why would you say all that," Seonghwa asked.

"I was worried about you. Hongjoong would kill me if anything happened to you. But I, I was
also worried about Wooyoung. I don't want him to get hurt and he isn't the greatest at
assessing danger. He's the one that called me and I told him not to go so he wouldn't be in
danger but he didn't listen. He's too naive to the dangers of our world," San said with a sigh.
He felt guilty for what he said but Wooyoung really needs a wake up call because one day he
won't be there to protect him. He dreads that day coming because he's become quite a close
friend that he holds sort of dear to his heart.

"San, I think you went about that the wrong way. You need to go and apologise to you,"
Seonghwa said. San knew he was right but wasn't sure if it would be the best idea.

"Go San, I'll be fine. He literally paid $300 for my rent so I'm alright for the next few weeks,"
Seonghwa said softly. San hesitated briefly before getting up.

"Call if you need anything," he said before leaving the room, heading out of the building. He
decided it would be best to go to Wooyoung's hotel and then message for him to come down
so they could talk. He was walking for a few minutes before he started to get a weird feeling.
He continued walking but glanced around, scanning the street to try and figure out what was
off. Everything was completely fine, nothing out of place until he noticed something glowing
off to the side. He frowned and walked over, realising it was a phone. He bent down and
picked it up before standing again. The screen was cracked slightly but it was unlocked to
messages so he decided to investigate.

❤️
He froze when he saw the contact name that was pulled up. Sannie . He scrolled up
sightly, checking the messages and realising that it was Wooyoung's phone and he must've
dropped it. He was about to turn it off and put it in his pocket to return it to Wooyoung when
he noticed there was a message the younger hadn't sent and he was hit with a bone chilling
realisation.

I'm really sorry. I know you're mad at me but someone is following me and I need help

San's breath caught in his throat and his hands shook slightly as he searched around but there
was no sign of the younger boy. San wondered if perhaps nothing happened but he knew deep
in his heart that something was wrong. Something is wrong with Wooyoung. He looked back
to where he found the phone, his eyes landing on an alleyway close by. He pulled out his
phone and turned on the flashlight, using it to guide his way down the alley. It didn't take
long to spot the anomaly halfway down the alley and he shone the light, his heart shattering
at the sight.

It was a body, sprawled out on the ground unconscious, the shirt half ripped and blood
everywhere. There was no mistaking the pretty lavender hair. It was Wooyoung.

"Oh god no. No, no, please. No. Oh my god," San rambled out, his knees feeling weak as he
stumbled over. He dropped to them beside Wooyoung, the phone slipping from his hand as he
moved them to hover over the unconscious boy. He grabbed his phone again, feeling bile
crawl up his throat as he shone the light over Wooyoung, seeing the bruises cascading down
his body and the blood all over him.
"No. What've I done. What the hell have I done," he whispered, feeling tears well up in his
eyes. He did this. He sent Wooyoung away. He yelled out in anger and frustration, slamming
his fist into the ground, not even registering the pain. He then shakily cupped the youngers
face with his hand, trying to brush away some of the blood but it didn't work at all. He did
notice something odd though. He placed his finger under Wooyoung's nose, beginning to
panic as he realised how uneven the breaths were. He quickly moved his fingers to
Wooyoung's neck and his stomach dropped at how thready his pulse was. It suddenly dawned
on San, the horrifying truth. This wasn't Wooyoung being badly hurt, this was Wooyoung
very well having the possibility of dying. He needs to get him to a hospital, now!

San jumped into action, pocketing his phone, gently but quickly picking Wooyoung up and
holding him in his arms bridal style. Once Wooyoung was in his arms, his head just flopped
back and San held back a whimper. Wooyoung looked dead, his entire body lifeless. San
gently turned him over, slipping an arm under the boys thighs, wrapping Wooyoung's legs
around his waist as best as he could. The then put the others arms around his own neck and
dropped the boys head on his shoulder. He placed his hand on the youngers back, making
sure he was holding him secure. Once that was done, he ran. He ran as fast as he could
through the streets, taking every short cut he knew. The hospital was at the other end of all
the city but it didn't deter San. He ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pain in his legs and the
burning in his lungs. He doesn't know how, perhaps it was the fear of losing Wooyoung but
he was out the front of the hospital in less than 10 minutes. He kept running to the door,
turning slightly and pushing it open with his back.

"HELP. SOMEONE HELP. PLEASE. I NEED A DOCTOR," he yelled out desperately.

Within seconds there were medical staff around him, one coming up with a stretcher. San
didn't want to let go of Wooyoung but he knew for the sake of saving his life, he had to. With
the help of a nurse, he gently laid Wooyoung down on the stretcher. The doctors started
saying things but San was completely zoned out, watching as they took Wooyoung away to a
room and begun frantically working on him. San was snapped from his thoughts by a hand
being placed on his shoulder.

"Sir, I need to ask you a few questions," the nurse said. San just nodded numbly, his eyes
fixed on Wooyoung through the glass.

"Do you know anything about the patient," the nurse asked.

"Jung Wooyoung, 22 years old. His blood type is A which is really weird that I know but he's
an odd kid and told me at one point," San replied.

"Can you tell me what happened," the nurse asked.

"I told him to leave and he did, he actually listened to me. He was followed and beaten and
then they left his to die alone in an alley," San whispered. He stepped closer to the glass and
finally took note of what Wooyoung was wearing now that he was in the light. His heart sunk
as he saw the cute kitten patters on his clothes. He was wearing pyjamas. He was at home
ready to relax but went to help Seonghwa and San yelled at him and sent him away. Now he's
fighting for his life in hospital.
 There were suddenly many beeps coming from the room Wooyoung was in and people
started shouting code blue and something about a crash cart. Holy shit, he did this, he's
responsible.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 6 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading

Now obviously there's going to be alot of thoughts on this chapter so I'm going to leave
a few questions for you to answer

First of all, did anyone guess the pink haired boy was going to be Seonghwa and that
San knew him?

What do you think is going to happen with Wooyoung and also Wooyoung and San's
friendship?

What's your favourite parts of this Chapter?

 Chapter 7
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung was in pain, his whole body was aching. The world was black and felt muffled to
his ears. Was he dead? He tried to move but didn't think it worked, though he wouldn't know
because everything was black. He tried to gather his surroundings but couldn't figure out
much except that despite the pain, he felt at ease, safe. One side of his body was warmer than
the other as well, the right side. And there was, was that something on his face? Over his
mouth? It felt like there was a snap and suddenly the world was unmuffled, his ears
unblocking. He couldn't hear much except for a steady beeping sound not far away. He
struggled slightly but after a minute or two, he managed to blink open his eyes. He shut them
almost immediately as his vision was assaulted with bright light. He groaned slightly before
slowing down and taking his time to reopen his eyes, slower this time. They adjusted to the
light and he was finally able to see his surroundings. It took him all of 2 seconds to realise he
was in a hospital bed. He tried to get up but whimpered as pain shot through his back. The
warmth on his right side moved, pressing closer, a soothing warmth making circles on his
hip, helping him relax. He had an oxygen mouth on so he took slow breaths to calm himself
down. He slowly turned his head to the right so as to not send pain shooting through his body
again and his breath caught in his throat.

It wasn't just a warmth by his side, it was a body. San's face was lax and his eyes were closed
as he slept peacefully, his body encasing Wooyoung's in a way that was carefully thought out
to minimalize possible pain. Wooyoung was shocked to see that San was there, let alone
laying with him in a way that seemed like he was protecting him. Did San find him in the
alley? Did he go back to look after him? Wooyoung's heart felt warm at the fact that even
though San was mad at him, he still wanted to make sure he got home safe. Sure, he didn't
and the attacker said it was because of San but San couldn't help any of that and it certainly
wasn't his fault. Wooyoung wasn't sure how long it had been since he was attacked, nor did
he know how long ago San decided to visit him but he didn't really want to wake him up.
Partly because he was sleeping so peacefully but also partly because he didn't want to risk
San still being angry with him.

His words really hurt the last time they talked and Wooyoung didn't think he could handle it
now on top of the physical pain. He remained laying there unmoving, just breathing and
looking around for about 5 minutes before the door opened and a nurse walked in. They
locked eyes and she smiled softly.

"It's good to see you awake Mr Jung, I'm just going to see if we can get this mask off you,"
she said. Wooyoung gave a small nod and she walked over, fiddling with something before
gently removing the oxygen mask. Wooyoung took an experimental breath, relaxing when he
could breathe just fine.

"How are you feeling," the nurse asked.

"Sore," he replied quietly.

"That's understandable, you experience quite the beating. Do you remember what happened,"
the nurse asked. Wooyoung thought back to the incident, swallowing dryly as he remembered
what happened. He nodded slowly.

"You're quite a lucky person Mr Jung. If Mr Choi had not found you and got you here, the
damage may have been worse. Wooyoung glanced down at the boy still sleeping against his
side. He gently slid his hand over and lightly clutched to the boys hoodie.

"You've got a really good friend there. He hasn't left your side for the past two days except to
go to the toilet. Refused to even leave to eat so we had to bring him food here," the nurse
said.

"Wooyoung blinked in surprise at this information. Why would San stay and be so protective
over him? He was angry with him. Perhaps he's just waiting for him to wake up so he can yell
at him? Wooyoung's stomach dropped at the thought but he quickly pushed it back.

"He is a good friend," he said quietly.

"I'm just going to get a doctor to come in and check on you. I'm not sure if anyone is
available right now but I will look. If you need assistance, just press this red button," the
nurse said. Wooyoung nodded and just watched quietly as she left. He was left alone with his
thoughts and they drifted to what had happened in the alley. He winced at the memories,
flinching slightly as he remembered the pain. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt
movement from his side. He stiffened slightly as he looked down and saw San starting to
move. His heart started pounding, the previous thought he had pushed away, coming back
into his mind. San's eyes slipped open and their eyes met. Neither moved for a few seconds
before San suddenly shot up. Wooyoung flinched back slightly and San was quick to move
off the bed and backed off quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to hurt you," San said quickly. Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply
before closing it again, realising he wasn't really sure what to say. San didn't seem angry with
him. In fact he seemed nervous, worried. San found him and saved his life.

"I'm going to go. I'm so sorry Wooyoung, truly," San whispered before heading towards the
doorway. He was sorry and he'd stayed here with Wooyoung for the past two days.
Wooyoung sat up quickly to try and stop San but cried out as his pain shot through his back.
Within seconds San was by his side and gently pushing him back down.

"Shh, shh, it's ok. It's alright, you've just strained your back slightly so it's best you don't
move too quickly Fairy," San said softly, moving his hand to gently run through Wooyoung's
hair. Wooyoung nuzzled into it quickly, wanting the comfort.

"Cuddles," he asked softly. San's hand froze and he stepped back, shaking his head.

"I-I can't," he said, shaking his head once again. Wooyoung frowned sadly at that, feeling his
eyes well up with tears. San was still made at him. It makes sense.

"I'm sorry. I really was trying to help, I swear. Please don't be mad at me, plea." He was cut
off as San suddenly rushed forwards and cupped his face, using his thumbs to wipe away the
tears.

"Stop, don't you dare. You have nothing to apologise for. I was an ass, again. I was at fault,
not you Wooyoung. I didn't want you to go because I was, I was scared you would get hurt
and then I was frustrated because you didn't listen to my warnings," San said with a frown.

"You were worried about me," Wooyoung asked and San nodded.

"I car- you're my friend. I worry about the people I call friends because it isn't many. I tried to
keep you safe and then I fucken let you go alone. I'm so sorry Wooyoung, this is all my
fault," San said sadly.

"What, how is that your fault? I was the idiot who didn't listen to you and your warnings. I
know that downtown can be dangerous and yet I didn't heed your warning," Wooyoung said.

"It's my fault because I yelled at you and then let you go alone. And you, you," San trailed off
as tears started to stream down his face. Wooyoung was shocked and unsure what to do but
gently reached out and grabbed San's hand. San looked back over at him with red, teary eyes.

"You were scared. You wanted to message me but you didn't," San whispered. Wooyoung
winced at that and San cried harder.

"Why," he asked through his cries. Wooyoung thought about his answer but couldn't find an
excuse so he had to be truthful.

"I thought you were mad at me and wouldn't come," he admitted quietly. San let out a sob
and quickly climbed onto the bed, laying down carefully. Wooyoung stayed where he was,
allowing San to very gently slip his arm under Wooyoung's back, cradling him forwards into
his chest. Wooyoung snuggled in as best as he could without hurting himself. San was still
sobbing quietly but he continued to hug Wooyoung, slowly calming himself down.

"I will come. I will always come. No matter what I'm doing, if you say you need me, I will
come without question," San said firmly.

"I don't think you're a low life San, honest," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Jeez Wooyoung, I know that. What I said to you was so untrue and I swear I don't believe a
word of it. You are the kindest person I have ever met," San said.

"Ok," Wooyoung said quietly. San sighed ad gently ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair
again.

"Hey Sannie, where's my parents," Wooyoung asked softly.

"Your parents," San questioned.

"Yeah, have they come to see me," Wooyoung asked. The nurse said that San had stayed
there the entire time so he would know. Wooyoung could tell from the look on San's face that
it wasn't a good answer and the fighter was trying to figure out what to say.
"They haven't come here yet, have they," he asked.

"Don't stress about it San, they were probably just busy," Wooyoung said quickly so San
wouldn't feel too bad.

"I mean I'm not exactly one to know how parents should act but surely they should come
check on their son when he's in the hospital fighting for his life," San said with a frown as he
flicked his fingers through Wooyoung's hair.

"It's fine. It's just how my parents are. They aren't exactly the doting type. The business takes
priority and they kind of just pay for everything for me to make up for it," Wooyoung said
quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," San said.

"It's no biggy, that's what I have Yeosang for. Has he come to see me," Wooyoung asked.

"Ah, no. I'm sorry Woo, no one has come here," San said nervously. Wooyoung was
disheartened at that but knew that Yeosang was also most likely busy or didn't even know
about what happened.

"That's ok. Yeosang would come if he could. Plus you haven't left my side this entire time so
I've been safe and comforted," Wooyoung said softly, snuggling down into San's hold. San
leant his head down and gently pressed a kiss to his hair. He froze immediately after realising
what he did, holding his breath in anticipation of Wooyoung's reaction but the other didn't say
anything so he relaxed.

"That nurse is taking forever. I'm in pain, I wanna have some pain killers," Wooyoung
whined. San frowned worriedly at that, noticing how Wooyoung's brows were slightly
pinched together. San reached down quickly and pressed the red button, quietly cursing
himself for not noticing the younger was in pain. Not even a minute later the door opened and
someone came inside.

"Hi, I'm so sorry. A doctor will be in to see you soon but he's currently in surgery. Is there
anything I can help you with," the lady asked.

"Wooyoung is in a lot of pain. Is there anything you can give him to ease the pain a bit," San
asked. Wooyoung smiled softly at the protectiveness from the fighter.

"I'll see what I can do," the lady said with a nod before leaving once again.

"They should have something for you," San said gently.

"Thanks. Did they tell you about my injuries," Wooyoung asked.

"Your back is strained, so is your neck. You had some internal bleeding in your stomach from
the punches but they fixed that up in an emergency surgery so you've got stitches in. The rest
of it is just really bad bruising," San explained.

"So I'm gonna be ok," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah, luckily. You're never walking alone downtown again. If you want to go through there
or come down to the ring, you call me and I will come and get you," San said firmly.

"Isn't that a bit much," Wooyoung asked.

"No, absolutely not. I was terrified when I found you Wooyoung. I thought you were dead. I
thought I l-lost you," San said, his voice breaking slightly. Wooyoung gently kneaded his
knuckles into San's stomach to try and calm him down.

"You are an important part of my life now Wooyoung, even if it's only been a couple of
months. You made a point of getting close to me, you can't leave so quickly," San whispered.
Wooyoung nodded and tugged at San's shirt softly.

"I kind of think I have abandonment issues," San whispered.

"That's ok. I don't have any plans of going anywhere," Wooyoung said gently. San nodded
and curled closer to Wooyoung, being very careful of what he pressed against, so as to not
cause Wooyoung any more pain.

~~~~~

Wooyoung remained in hospital for another 7 hours as doctors did multiple tests on him to
make sure he was in a stable condition and could leave. San stayed with him the entire time,
listening to what the doctors said and noting it down in his head. Eventually the doctors said
he was good to go home as he was in a stable condition.

"You ready to go? I'll help you get home," San said.

"Yeah I'm good to go. Any idea if my phone made it out alive," Wooyoung asked.

"Oh yeah, uh here. It's a bit cracked though," San said, grabbing it from his pocket and
holding it out. Wooyoung grabbed it and quickly pulled up his drivers contact, messaging
him to come and pick him up.

"My driver will come and drive us back to my home so we don't have to walk. Wait, did you
drive here," Wooyoung asked, turning to San whose eyes went wide.

"Uh, no. No, I ran here," San said quietly. Wooyoung froze at that, the words sinking in after
a few seconds and realising the implication.

"You ran all the way here carrying me," he asked, receiving a nod from San.

"I don't actually own a car. Could never afford it," San said quietly. Wooyoung berated
himself for even thinking he could have a car when he has already told him he can barely
afford rent.

"Hey, I mean I don't have a car either," Wooyoung said weakly. San chuckled at that, shaking
his head as his eyes scrunched up and his dimples popped out.
"It's not exactly the same but I appreciate what you're trying to do," San said. He held out his
hands and Wooyoung grabbed them, allowing San to slowly and gently tug him up. He
winced and stumbled slightly as he stood up but San tightened his grip on Wooyoung's hand
to keep him up.

"You ok," he asked.

"Yep, I'm all good," Wooyoung said with a nod. He didn't want to cause him even more stress
than he has in the last couple days. Together they walked from the room, San's arm wrapped
around Wooyoung's waist as they walked slowly.

"Sorry," Wooyoung whispered, feeling bad for taking up so much of San's time.

"Don't be," San replied gently. When they got to the front desk, Wooyoung sighed some
papers before they continued to the front.

"The car is there," Wooyoung said, pointing to the black car out the front. San guided him
over, opening the door for him and helping him inside before hesitantly following inside.

"Everything ok," the driver asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can you take us home please Kai," Wooyoung replied. He was lucky because
despite a lot of bruising there wasn't much on his face apart from a split lip so it could all be
covered and hidden. The drive was quick and before long they had arrived. San got out first
and went around, opening the door for Wooyoung and helping him out. Wooyoung said a
quick goodbye to Kai before he and San went out to the front of the hotel.

"I'll help you up to your room, unless you don't want me to," San said.

"Come up with me please," Wooyoung replied quickly. San nodded and the two of them
walked inside.

"Wooyoung, long time no see. I thought you had disappeared on me," Natalia said as they
walked in. Wooyoung grinned and paused, leaning against the front desk.

"I wouldn't dream of it Nat. Can't leave you without your resident confident. How's the
family," Wooyoung asked.

"They're good, we're all good. I'm happy," she said.

"I'm glad. Well we're just gonna head up," Wooyoung said.

"Of course, nice to meet you," Natalia said, giving San a nod. San slipped his arm around
Wooyoung's waist again, helping him over to the elevators. Wooyoung pressed the button up
to the penthouse before leaning back against the wall.

"She's nice," San said softly.

"She's lovely. I love Natalia," Wooyoung said with a grin. The elevator stopped and the doors
opened, Wooyoung guiding San down the small hall to the door. He unlocked it, the two of
them stepping inside. San froze as the door closed, his eyes running over the luxury in the
large space. Wooyoung walked forwards slowly, heading towards the couch in front of the
TV, not noticing the state San was in. He sat down with a sigh and glanced to the doorway
where San was still standing, the fighters chest rising and falling rapidly.

"San, you ok," Wooyoung asked worriedly. San blinked quickly and looked over at
Wooyoung.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Anyway, I've dropped you off so I'm going to head out," San said slowly,
taking a step back towards the door. "Oh, you're leaving already," Wooyoung said quietly. He
was half hoping San would stay with him for a bit longer so he wouldn't have to be alone but
he understood that San had other places he needs to be, like the ring and he's already missed
2 days.

"I don't, I don't have to. Did you want me to stay," San asked.

"You don't have to. I know you have other places to be," Wooyoung said timidly.

"Did you want me to stay," San repeated. Wooyoung remained quiet but gave a slight night,
trying not to tweak his neck.

"I'd like for you to stay. If, if you have time," he said quietly.

"Ok, I'll stay then," San said with a nod, finally walking inside and sitting down next to
Wooyoung. Wooyoung grinned happily and leaned to the side, flopping to rest on San's side.
San accepted him with open arms, allowing him to cuddle up to his side.

"Wanna watch some TV," Wooyoung asked.

"Sure. Where's the remote," San asked.

"TV on," Wooyoung called out, the screen lighting up. He does have a remote but he is far
too comfortable to move and he wants to remain against San's side. San's eyes widened and
his jaw tightened as he watched the screen light up.

"What do you want to watch," Wooyoung asked.

"I don't care," San said, careful to keep his agitation out of his voice. It was hard sitting in
this beautiful, expensive penthouse with a smart TV when his home has one room, a
bathroom and a tiny kitchen, plus his TV barely works. Wooyoung put on a show but San
barely paid attention, settling for watching Wooyoung and making sure he was alright. It was
because he was keeping an eye on him that he noticed when Wooyoung was starting to
struggle keeping his eyes open. Wooyoung had felt the tiredness start to seep in but tried not
to make much of a fuss.

"You tired Fairy," San asked softly, lifting his hand to brush Wooyoung's hair back.

"Yeah," Wooyoung said with a small yawn.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. Where's your room," San asked. Wooyoung leaned his head
back and pointed to his door.

"Alright, come on," San said, standing up. Wooyoung pouted as San's warmth left him.

"Come on," San repeated, holding out his hand.

"Carry me," Wooyoung asked, feeling too lazy to move around much. San raised an eyebrow
before chuckling and squatting down. He slipped an arm under Wooyoung's knees, his other
hand going behind his back. He stood up, lifting Wooyoung with ease. Wooyoung blushed at
how easily San picked him up, not seeing any strain on his face. San carried him to the
bedroom, opening the door while still holding Wooyoung. He went to drop Wooyoung down
on the bed but quickly remembered his injuries so he walked to beside the bed and crouched
down. Wooyoung's heart fluttered slightly at how delicate San was being with him.

"I should probably head home," San said quietly.

"Stay," Wooyoung whispered, his hand grasping San's wrist gently.

"Here," San questioned in shock.

"Yeah, it's a big bed," Wooyoung replied sleepily.

"If you need a change of clothes, I've got some pj's in the draw over there," Wooyoung added,
pointing to a nice dressed. San glanced at it before glancing back to Wooyoung, seeing the
hopeful look in his eyes. He gave in and nodded.

"Do you want to get changed as well," he asked and Wooyoung nodded. Though Wooyoung
was tired, he couldn't deny that changing out of these old random clothes he was given at the
hospital would be great.

"Alright, sit up," San said, going to the drawers. He grabbed out two sets of pj's, glad they
were about the same size, though he was a bit more buff.

"Do you want me to help you," he asked. Wooyoung hesitated at that. He could really use the
help but he didn't want San to see him. He didn't care about the bruises but San is a very
toned and muscly person whereas he is flat with absolutely no muscle.

"C-Can you close your eyes," Wooyoung asked nervously. San glanced over at him and
noticed the clear anxiousness in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah of course I can," he replied quickly. He stepped closer and grabbed the shirt,
letting his eyes slip closed. He felt for the bottom of Wooyoung's shirt, gently pulling it over
his head. He found himself tempted to open his eyes and look at Wooyoung but stopped
himself as the younger wasn't comfortable. He managed to get the shirt around his shoulders
and buttoned up. Wooyoung stood up at that, glancing down to make sure San's eyes were
closed before unzipping them slightly. He shimmied his pants down a little, wincing as he
bent down more, so he grabbed San's hand and guided it to his pants. San quickly tugged it
 the rest of the way down and helped him slip out of them before helping him into the pyjama
pants, letting them go softly at his hips.

"All good," Wooyoung said and San let his eyes slip open.

"Get comfortable, I'll just get changed and join you," San said. Wooyoung did as asked while
San quickly got changed, discarding his clothes onto the floor.

"Come on," Wooyoung said, patting the other side of the bed. San flicked on the bedside
lamp before going and turning off the bedroom lights. He then went over to the bed,
hesitating for a second before laying down and slipping under the covers.

"Can I cuddle," Wooyoung asked nervously. At the hospital they were cuddling but this was
different. He was worried he was overstepping given he had already asked San to stay.

"Sure, come here," San said softly. Wooyoung quickly turned off the lamp before turning into
San's arms, cuddling into his chest and slipping an arm around his waist.

"Comfy," San asked, receiving an incoherent mumble from Wooyoung in return.

"Hey Woo. If it isn't too hard to talk about, what actually happened? Why did they beat you,"
San asked quietly, dropping his head to lean on Wooyoung's. Wooyoung thought about what
happened and his stomach dropped. There is no way he can tell San what actually happened.

"A couple of guys were following me. They wanted to rob me so they beat me and took my
wallet but there was no money anyway," he lied. San hummed and placed a soft kiss to his
hair, remembering that he didn't react badly.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you like I should have
been," San whispered.

"It's ok. It wasn't your fault," Wooyoung replied quietly.

"Get some sleep, you need the rest. You stay in bed tomorrow ok, the rest will help," San
said. Wooyoung nodded and let his eyes slip closed.

"Night Sannie," he whispered.

"Good night Woo," San replied. He felt Wooyoung fall asleep quickly, relaxing against his
chest. San usually struggles to fall asleep, his bed so hard and cold but here it felt like he was
laying on a warm cloud. He found himself quickly drifting off to one of the best sleeps he has
had in a long time.

Chapter End Notes

A/N
Here is Chapter 7. Thank you everyone for reading and I hope you all enjoyed it.

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter, what you enjoyed about it.

Why do you think Yeosang never went to the hospital and what do you think will
happen when he and Wooyoung next see each other?
 Chapter 8
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung woke up warm and content, like he had gotten the world's greatest sleep. He
stretched his arm out slightly, giving a small wince at the pain that flared up in his torso at the
motion. He sighed and turned his head to the side, seeing the sun peaking in through the
curtains. His eyes trailed down, landing on the sleeping beauty beside him. The few streams
of light that were peaking through the curtain were cutting across his body, making his face
visible. It looked peaceful, completely lax and unburdened, a soft dimple showing on his
cheek. Wooyoung smiled softly and shifted closer before freezing as he felt him shift and
something caress his side. He glanced down and saw that San's arm was slung over his waist,
his hand having slipped under Wooyoung's shirt to rest on his hip. Wooyoung blushed red
slightly as he felt San's hand unconsciously rubbing soothing circles into his hip. It was
comforting and the scene felt slightly serene. He knew that San was only staying because he
asked him to, to look after him but his heart couldn't help but to flutter at how close they
were. He ran his eyes over the sleeping man's form for another second before deciding it was
a bit creepy. He let out a soft sigh before rolling over and slowly slipped out of bed, making
sure not to wake the sleeping male in the process. He walked slowly to the doorway, not
wanting to jostle his muscles too much before slipping out and closing the door quietly
behind him. He yawned slightly and brushed his fingers through his hair as he headed to the
kitchen.

"Won't be having any guys over, my ass." Wooyoung yelped and spun around, wincing
slightly at the pain before his eyes landed on a smug looking Yeosang sitting on the couch.
Right, Yeosang was supposed to get back today.

"I went to check on you this morning and imagine my surprise when I saw you had a man in
your bed. How scandalous," Yeosang said, wiggling his eyebrows. Wooyoung realised with a
start what Yeosang was implying.

"It wasn't like that," he said quickly.

"Uh huh," Yeosang said with a nod, a Cheshire grin on his face.

"Woo? I thought I told you to stay in bed. You're going to be really sore so you need to rest."
Yeosang's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he looked behind Wooyoung.
Wooyoung spun around quickly and his eyes landed on San who was standing there like a
deer in headlights.

"You and Lynx are f-."

"NO, WE AREN'T," Wooyoung yelled out defensively.

"He was just looking after me," he added quickly. Yeosang's eyes drifted to his neck and he
raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Uh huh, totally," he said. Wooyoung flushed red in embarrassment despite knowing there
was nothing to be embarrassed about because Yeosang was getting it way wrong. He drew in
a deep breath before glancing down at the floor, knowing this was going to be a hard
conversation.

"I was um, I was attacked on Monday. I ended up in hospital for two days and came back
home last night. S-Lynx just stayed with me to make sure I was ok," Wooyoung explained
quietly. He waited with bated breath for a few seconds before glancing back up after
receiving no reply from Yeosang. Yeosang was silent, his lips pulled into a thin line and an
indescribable look in his eyes.

"Thank you Lynx, for looking after him. If it's ok with the both of you, I would appreciate it
if you could head out for a bit," Yeosang said, his voice even and his face void of emotion.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just go get changed," San said hurriedly as he went back to Wooyoung's
room. Wooyoung continued to watch Yeosang and noticed the shift in his expression as his
eyes softened kindly. The situation came crashing down on Wooyoung once again and he
realised just how much he had missed his best friend's presence. San was great but nothing
could beat being in the arms of family, of his world. The tears started flowing without
warning and Yeosang immediately held open his arms. Wooyoung let out a small sob,
hurrying over and dropping beside Yeosang. He wrapped his arms around the older's neck
and curled up, tucking his legs onto the couch, over Yeosang's lap. Yeosang slipped his arms
around Wooyoung's waist and held him tightly. The waterworks flowed after that, harsh sobs
escaping his lips as he tucked his head into Yeosang's neck and cuddled close. Yeosang just
continued to hold him securely, rubbing his back comfortingly.

When San left the room, now dressed, his eyes immediately landed on Wooyoung curled up
in the other boys arms. It broke his heart to hear the sobs coming from the small boy. He went
through a lot, something he shouldn't have had to gone through. San wouldn't mind knowing
who it was that attacked him, perhaps pay them a visit. He sighed quietly to himself before
leaving, giving the other two privacy.

Yeosang continued to comfort Wooyoung, his eyes dropping down to his neck where that
ugly purple bruise was.

"Shh, I'm here. Sangie's here," he whispered soothingly. Wooyoung continued to sob for a
few minutes, letting it all out until he finally managed to calm down. Yeosang gently pushed
him back a little, seeing his red and blotchy face with his sleeve.

"You ok," he asked softly.

"I'm ok," Wooyoung replied quietly. Yeosang moved his hands down to Wooyoung's hips,
gently rubbing little circles into them with his thumbs to relax him more.

"Do you want to tell me what happened or is it too hard for you to talk about? It's ok if you
don't want to talk about it, I'm not going to push," Yeosang said softly. Wooyoung was quiet
for a few seconds, just gathering his thoughts before he drew in a deep breath.
"There was a guy I met about a month ago who was really struggling so I gave him my phone
number and told him to call me if he ever needed help," Wooyoung began. Yeosang frowned
at that but didn't say anything, letting Wooyoung continue and get everything out.

"He called me and said he needed help so I took the car downtown to a street nearby and
walked to where he was. He couldn't afford this months rent and a couple of guys were
hassling him for it so I paid it for him," Wooyoung explained. What happened right after that
with San isn't really that important so Yeosang doesn't need to know.

"Once everything was ok and the guy left, I did as well. As I was walking home, I noticed
people following me so I tried to contact Lynx but I didn't get the chance. They grabbed me,
dragged me down an alley and beat me. You don't really need to know all the details after that
but I passed out and woke up in hospital two days later," Wooyoung said. Yeosang's hand was
clenched by his side, his jaw tight. He was frustrated that Wooyoung was so reckless as to
walk around alone downtown at night but what happened to him was not his fault. It was
stupid of him but it's just how he is, far too kind and helpful. He's in a fragile state right now
so it's best to be gentle.

"You should have called me when you woke up, I would have come back early," he said
softly, brushing his fingers through Wooyoung's hair lightly to soothe him.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't really think about it. Lynx was with me and I was having tests done,
then we just went straight home," Wooyoung said quietly, looking down at their laps.
Yeosang sighed and carressed Wooyoung' cheek softly.

"It's ok, you haven't done anything wrong," Yeosang assured him.

"It was scary," Wooyoung whispered. Yeosang hummed and placed his hand on the youngers
thigh, squeezing gently.

"It would have been. You were very strong through, I just know that," Yeosang said gently.

"Hurt a lot but I'm going to be ok. I got surgery though and I have stitches in my stomach,"
Wooyoung said. Yeosang's eyes widened briefly before he relaxed his expression. He's not
going to get emotional at all during this conversation. This is time to focus on Wooyoung and
make sure he is doing ok.

"Can I see," he asked gently and Wooyoung gave him a quick, small nod. He unbuttoned his
shirt before pulling it apart, allowing it to slide off his shoulders and pool around his waist.
This time Yeosang couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips, nor the shocked expression
that took over his face.

"Oh Youngie," he breathed out. His eyes trailed over the bruises cascading down Wooyoung's
body. There were many and they were large and purply-black. He had about 6 stitches going
up the side of his stomach.

"It um, it looks worse than it feel now," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Now," Yeosang questioned softly.

"Hurt more than it looks when it happened. They pinned my arms and punched my stomach
and face. Pretty sure they stomped on me when I was on the ground but I was barely
conscious at that point," Wooyoung whispered. Yeosang's heart broke for his brother and he
pulled him in to another hug, careful not to push on any bruises. Wooyoung completely
melted in his arms, throwing his leg over so he was sitting completely in Yeosang's arms,
facing him. He dropped his head to his shoulder, snuggling in before sagging against him.
Yeosang allowed the close cuddle, resting his arms around Wooyoung's waist loosely.

"I love you," Yeosang said softly, placing a kiss to Wooyoung's cheek. Wooyoung smiled and
squirmed cutely in Yeosang's arms.

"Love you too," he replied. They sat like that for a few minutes before another thought
crossed Yeosang's mind.

"How did Lynx find you," he asked.

"I had told him about me being there and he got worried so he went to look for me,"
Wooyoung replied.

"Thank god he did that. I have to thank him again," Yeosang said.

"Yeah," Wooyoung replied with a nod.

"If you get up, I can go grab the cream that will help the bruises heal quicker," Yeosang said.

"Can we stay like this for a bit longer please. I missed you," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want to do, we can do. And I missed you too, a lot," Yeosang
said. Wooyoung grinned at that and leaned back slightly so he could see Yeosang's face.

"How was your holiday though," he asked.

"Trust me, I would have rather been here, I wish I was here," Yeosang said with a sigh.
Wooyoung smiled softly and leant forwards, placing a kiss to Yeosang's cheek softly.

"We really need to sheer up a bit," Wooyoung said with a small smile.

"How about I rub some cream on you and then we cuddle and watch some movies," Yeosang
said.

"That sounds good. Can we maybe go to the ring tonight as well," Wooyoung asked
hopefully.

"Are you sure you want to go there," Yeosang asked with a small frown.

"If you're ok with it. I've grown to quite enjoy going to watch the fights," Wooyoung
explained.

"Ok, if you want to go then that's fine, I'm happy with that," Yeosang said with a nod.
"Thank you," Wooyoung said happily.

"All good. Come on, let's get those bruises fixed up," Yeosang said, tapping the back of
Wooyoung's thighs. Wooyoung quickly slid off his lap so he could go and find the cream.

~~~~~

The two boys spent all afternoon on the couch, watching movies and nibbling on some
snacks. By the time it hit 6pm, they were still sprawled out together on the couch.

"If we wanna make the last couple major fights, we should probably head off soon," Yeosang
said. Wooyoung let out a groan but sat up, yawning slightly.

"Are you sure you want to go? We can stay here if you would prefer that," Yeosang said.

"No, I wanna go. I enjoy watching it and I could do with watching other people get beat up
instead of me," Wooyoung said with a light chuckle, making Yeosang wince.

"Too early," Wooyoung asked.

"No. If you want to joke about your trauma to cope, that's fine by me," Yeosang said with a
sigh. Wooyoung grinned and stood up.

"Come on, let's get ready," he said. Yeosang nodded and the two of them went to their rooms
to get dressed. Once they were both dressed, they left the apartment and went down to the
ground floor.

"I've contacted Anthony to come and drop us off near the ring," Yeosang said.

"What, why? Isn't it a bad idea to have him go so close to the ring considering it's illegal,"
Wooyoung asked.

"You're hurt and I'm not going to have you walk all the way there," Yeosang said. Wooyoung
couldn't really argue with that and knew there would be no point as Yeosang wouldn't budge
anyway so he just nodded and stayed silent. They left the building and went down to where
the car was waiting, getting inside.

"Hey Anthony," Wooyoung said with a smile.

"Hello Sirs, where to," Anthony asked.

"Can you drop us off on Kode St please," Yeosang asked. Anthony nodded before driving on.
They were there within 10 minutes and the two thanked Anthony before they got out.
Yeosang held out his hand and Wooyoung quickly slipped his hand into it. They went down
the usual alley and to the bouncer, giving the code and going inside. The two of them went
straight up to the bar where Hongjoong was working. Hongjoong was cleaning some glasses
but the minute their eyes met, he put them down and walked over.

"Are you ok? Hwa told me what happened," he said quickly. Wooyoung was surprised to find
that Hongjoong knew Seonghwa.
"Yeah I'm alright, Lynx stayed with me and looked after me," Wooyoung replied.

"Yeah, he felt like shit after what happened. He felt so guilty for not protecting you. Can you
try and keep an eye on him for the next week or so? I'm just worried he might do something
stupid," Hongjoong said.

"Yeah, of course. It wasn't his fault anyway," Wooyoung said.

"I know. Anyway, you guys wanna know the fights for tonight I assume," Hongjoong said.

"That'd be great," Yeosang said with a nod.

"You've got Bear vs Havelok in about 30 minutes and then after that it's Lynx vs Logan,"
Hongjoong replied.

"Nice. Are you here all night," Yeosang asked while Wooyoung smiled. He was excited to see
San fight again.

"Yeah, I'll probably be here when you guys leave," Hongjoong replied with a nod.

"Alright, well we're going to head out now," Yeosang said and Hongjoong nodded.

"Lynx is in his room as well Wooyoung, if you want to go check on him," Hongjoong said.
Yeosang glanced over at Wooyoung, who just nodded in reply to Hongjoong. The two of
them walked towards the door at the end of the room.

"Hey, I'll meet you out there, I'm just going to see Lynx and then I'll head out to you later,"
Wooyoung told Yeosang as they walked through the door.

"Ok," Yeosang said with a nod before walking off. Wooyoung quickly walked down the hall
to the door to San's room, slipping inside. He froze the minute he turned around, his eyes
landing on the two people in the room. San was sitting on a bench with Bear standing in front
of him. That wasn't why he froze however. He froze because San's eyebrow was split, so was
his lip and he had a cut on his cheek. Wooyoung gasped in shock, making the other two turn
to him.

"Are you fucken kidding me Wooyoung? You were attacked a few days ago, I've told you not
to walk around here alone you're supposed to be resting," San said, his voice raising in
annoyance. He strode over to Wooyoung quickly, resting a hand on his waist as he scanned
his boy for further injuries. Wooyoung was still in shock as he saw the injuries on San's face
but he snapped out of it.

"Oh, uh, I came with Yeosang and we took a car to a street close by so I barely walked and I
was safe," Wooyoung said quickly.

"That doesn't matter, you shouldn't be here Wooyoung," San said.

"What happened to your face," Wooyoung asked, finally addressing the actual issue. San's
eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you stop being stupid and start keeping yourself
safe," San said, gently bringing his free hand up to cup Wooyoung's cheek. Wooyoung's
mouth snapped shut and he remained silent, his heart racing as he looked into San's eyes,
seeing the seriousness in them.

"So I'm just gonna head out while you guys have your little moment here, don't let me
interrupt." Wooyoung glanced behind San to see Bear walking over.

"Also FYI the boss wasn't happy he missed two fights. That's w-."

"Shut up and get lost now," San interrupted angrily, tugging Wooyoung close to his side,
slipping his arm around his waist and half hugging him softly. Bear shrugged before leaving
the room quickly.

Wooyoung thought about what Bear said and understood what he was implying. San got a
beating because he took him away from the ring. It was his fault San got hurt.

"San I'm-."

"Don't, just don't. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. None of this is your fault ok
Wooyoung. I am not hurt in any way, there is no chance he would have risked putting me out
of commission any longer because he needs the money I pull in. This was just a warning ok,"
San cut him off softly.

"I'm still sorry," Wooyoung said quietly.

"It's ok, I'm ok. If it was repeated, I would have done everything the exact same way I did.
Except maybe get to you before you get hurt but we can't exactly go back in time," San said
softly as he drew Wooyoung into a proper hug. Wooyoung dropped his head onto San's chest,
slipping his arms around his waist. San sighed and rested his head against Wooyoung's,
rubbing his hand up and down his back.

"Back to what I was saying earlier though. You shouldn't have come today, you need to rest
so you can recover. I'm glad that you came with Yeosang and drove here though," San said.

"I just wanted to watch some fights, it's just an added bonus that you're one of the people
fighting," Wooyoung said, making San smile softly and pull him closer. He leant his head
down and gently placed a kiss to the top of Wooyoung's head.

"Just make sure you're looking after yourself ok. I don't want you getting hurt again," he
murmured softly.

"I'm ok," Wooyoung whispered. The two of them stood there embracing each other for a
while before San spoke up.

"How did Yeosang end up taking what happened," he asked.

"He's fine, was just worried about me is all," Wooyoung replied quietly. San opened his
mouth to say more but hesitated slightly, wondering if he should say what he was thinking.
He thought about it for a few seconds before deciding to just go ahead and say it.
"I heard you crying today before I left. I didn't like it, made my heart break. I don't want you
hurt, I don't like hearing y upset," he whispered, letting his eyes slip closed as he basked in
Wooyoung's embrace. Wooyoung blushed at San's words, feeling his heart rate pick up
slightly.

"Didn't like it when you cried either. It was odd seeing you like that when you're usually so
fierce and put together. I'm glad you trust me enough to be vulnerable with me though,"
Wooyoung said quietly.

"I care about you and I trust you," San said.

"I care about you too Sannie," Wooyoung said. San drew in a deep breath before finally
pulling away from the hug and stepping back.

"Are you going to come sit in the box during the match," San asked.

"Not tonight. I'm going to sit in the stands with Yeosang. He's already out there waiting for
me," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. Well, I don't want you keeping him waiting too much, so I'll let you go. Don't stress too
much about what goes on in the fight tonight alright," San said as he gently tucked a strand of
hair behind Wooyoung's ear.

"Ok. I'll come and see you after the fight," Wooyoung promised.

"You don't need to tonight. I've got a few things I need to do afterwards," San said, stepping
forwards and gently pressing his lips to Wooyoung's temple.

"Just enjoy the fight ok," he said before turning around and heading over to his bag.
Wooyoung took that as his leave so he turned and left the room. He walked down the hall and
up the stairs into the stands. It didn't take him long to find Yeosang so he went over and sat
beside him. The match had already started meaning he was with San for a lot longer than he
originally thought.

"You took your time," Yeosang said, not looking away from the fight but reaching his hand
across to pat Wooyoung's thigh softly.

"Yeah, sorry. We had a few things to discuss but everything's all good. He just got worried
because he though I had walked here alone," Wooyoung said, making Yeosang chuckle.

"I bet that would have gotten him all freaked out," Yeosang said.

"Yeah he was a bit annoyed," Wooyoung said with a wince.

"How's the fight going," he added, finally turning his attention to the fight.

"Good, Bear is smashing Havelok," Yeosang said with a grin. Wooyoung could see that Bear
had Havelok pinned against the chains while he was punching him repeatedly in the torso.
Wooyoung grinned, excited for the rest of the night's events.
~~~~~

Bear ended up winning the fight 10 minutes later," Havelok having been able to take quite the
beating and held out for a while. Wooyoung had been practically wiggling in his seat for 30
minutes before it finally became time to announce the fighters.

"Ladies and Gentleman, introducing to you the first fighter, it's Logan." A guy came out, a bit
short but buff with a bright red Mohawk on his head. Wooyoung chuckled to himself,
knowing this Logan would have no chance against Lynx.

"And now introducing to you, the long awaited and much missed Lynx." San walked out into
the ring, wearing his signature black leather pants and white tank top. This time however, he
had a piece of fabric tied around his forehead to keep his hair held back. The fabric was a
light purple and Wooyoung chuckled as he realised how similar it was to his hair. San walked
around the ring, doing his usual bows to the crowd. While he was doing that, their eyes met
and San sent him a soft smile for about second before slipping back into his serious
demeanour. San went to his corner and begun doing his stretching routine. Wooyoung
watched closely, his eyes never leaving the fighters form.

"God, you're so down bad." Wooyoung jolted at Yeosang's words and turned to face him.

"You're down bad. It is so obvious you've got a crush on him, at least try to make it slightly
less glaringly obvious," Yeosang said. Wooyoung tried not to turn red but had a feeling he
failed.

"I don't. I don't have a crush on him," he stuttered.

"And I don't love you," Yeosang said, rolling his eyes.

"You don't love me," Wooyoung said with a gasp and a pout.

"Shut up," Yeosang said, whacking the back of his head lightly.

"Ladies and Gentleman, one more minute before the fight will begin." San quickly moved to
the middle of the ring, Logan doing the same. San stretched one last time before pressing two
fingers to his lips, placing them against his headband fabric just as the bell rang.

Logan made the mistake most do by trying to strike first. San dodged the swing before
immediately punching his left fist into Logan's ribs. Logan curled in on himself at the punch
and San took that time to swing his right fist up, punching Logan under the chin. Logan
tripped and fell back where San instantly dropped down and climbed on top of Logan,
pinning him down to the ground. Logan could do little to protect himself as San's fists came
pummelling down on his body. That happened for about a minute before San stopped and
stood up, Logan remaining motionless, sprawled out on the ground. The bell sounded and
Wooyoung's mouth dropped open. He knew San would win but that was the quickest fight he
had ever seen, only a few minutes long.

"Shit that was fast. Lynx really is amazing," Yeosang said in wonder. The cheers and screams
from the crowd were deafening, Wooyoung clapping happily.
 "Our winner in what could be record breaking time. It's Lynx everyone." The screams got
louder and Wooyoung expected San to leave straight away like he always does however that
wasn't the case. San reached out and grabbed the microphone from the announcer. Everyone
went silent at the action, eager to hear what the star, mysterious fighter had to say.

"I have an announcement to make everyone. This announcement is for one person in
particular. Zeus, I hope you're listening," San called out as everyone started talking in hushed
voices. Wooyoung remembered Zeus, he was the cocky one who lost to-.

"I'm going to teach him a lesson. He thinks he can beat me."

Wooyoung's throat closed up.

"You're a sore loser Zeus and an absolute piece of shit. Our audience wants a real fight, a
proper fight. You fucked up Zeus so I've decided to settle it in the ring. I Lynx am challenging
you to an old fashioned match. We settle it how those did in the early days," San said. At his
words, there was an uproar from the audience, people standing and cheering loudly. Yeosang
gasped beside Wooyoung but Wooyoung was confused, watching as San handed back the
microphone and left the ring.

"Oh my god. Holy shit," Wooyoung turned and glanced over at Yeosang to see he had wide
eyes.

"What's going on? What's an old fashioned fight," Wooyoung asked quickly.

"It's, shit, oh man. Woo, in the old days when this place first opened, they had zero rules for
the fights. These days there isn't many but back then there were none and the fights were way
more bloody. There were no tap outs either," Yeosang explained.

"Yikes. How did they end then," Wooyoung asked.

"They were death matches Wooyoung. They ended when someone died. Lynx just challenged
Zeus to a death match," Yeosang said. Wooyoung's stomach dropped as he finally got the full
picture.

It was Zeus in the alley, the one who attacked him. San knew and was challenging him as a
death match, to try and protect him.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 8 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

What were your favourite parts from this chapter?

What do you think might happen next?
 Chapter 9
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Wooyoung, where are you going," Yeosang asked.

"I need to go talk to him," Wooyoung rushed out as he hurried down the hall. Yeosang sighed
and but let him go, deciding to wait for him by the bar. Wooyoung jogged down the hall, his
mind racing as Yeosang's words played through his head. He got to the door and swung it
open quickly, opening his mouth to talk but freezing when he realised San wasn't alone.
There were two men with him, one of which he recognised from that day in this very room
when he had gotten drunk. San's eyes were wide and panicked when they landed on
Wooyoung and the younger didn't want to cause any more problems for the fighter.

"Well this ain't the toilets. I could probably take a shit here though," he said, slurring his
words and giggling. One of the men strode over and grabbed his arm, tugging him back and
shoving him out of the door before slamming it closed. His heart was racing but he just
desperately hoped San would be ok. He went quickly down the halls and into the bar where
Yeosang was talking to Hongjoong.

"Did you know he was going to do that," Wooyoung asked Hongjoong quickly.

"I have no idea what the hell he is doing. Last time he fought Zeus, he won but it was a close
fight. With no rules, Zeus can fight dirty," Hongjoong said worriedly. Wooyoung felt panic
build up in his chest.

"It's because of me. He's doing it because of me," he whispered guiltily. Hongjoong frowned
in confusion before his eyes widened.

"Zeus is the one who attacked you," he asked quickly and Wooyoung nodded. Hongjoong
chuckled at that and relaxed, confusing the other two.

"Yeah, Zeus is fucked," he said.

"What, it's suddenly different because now Wooyoung is involved," Yeosang asked with a
frown.

"San is very protective, especially of Wooyoung. If Zeus hurt Wooyoung then San if going to
stop at nothing to get revenge," Hongjoong said.

"San," Yeosang questioned in confusion, making Hongjoong tense and curse quietly.

"Lynx. San is his real name," he said quietly and Yeosang nodded.

"But there's a difference between illegal fighting and murder Hongjoong. If he, if he kills him
then that's murder," Wooyoung said worriedly.
"I know and that's what worries me as well. I'll talk to him tonight but for now I think it's best
that you two head home. I'd call someone to come and get you though because it would be
really dangerous for you to walk home right now," Hongjoong said.

"Don't worry, I've contacted our driver," Yeosang said.

"And Wooyoung, I highly suggest-. No not even suggest, I'm telling you that you cannot
come here alone. You need to be extra cautious ok. No walking at night even if you're with
someone unless it's Lynx," Hongjoong said firmly.

"Ok," Wooyoung agreed quietly. He already knew he couldn't go out alone, not even just for
his safety but also so that San wouldn't have any more issues because of him.

"Good. Get home safe you two," Hongjoong said before moving off to go serve someone
who was waving him down.

"Come on, we should get home," Yeosang said, grabbing Wooyoung's hand and tugging him
towards the door. They both left the building, Yeosang wrapping his arm around Wooyoung's
waist protectively. He was nervous but made sure to keep an eye around the streets for any
possible danger. They got to the car without any issues, both remaining quiet on the drive
home. Wooyoung's thoughts were still racing in his head and he felt incredibly guilty for
dragging San into his mess. No matter what happens in the fight, San will never be the same.
He'll either become a killer or he'll be dead. The two boys thanked the driver before going
into the hotel and going straight up to their room.

"Wooyoung, whatever is happening is not your fault," Yeosang said quickly as they walked
inside and he closed the door. He knows Wooyoung well and he knew that he would be
blaming himself. Wooyoung sighed and shook his head.

"He's doing this because of me Yeosang. If I had of just listened to what he told me then I
wouldn't have gotten hurt and he wouldn't be retaliating. God I'm so stupid. I'm such an
idiot," Wooyoung groaned, dropping down onto the couch and placing his head into his
hands.

"Woo it's not your fault. He's a grown man, he can make decisions for himself," Yeosang
assured him quickly. Wooyoung gripped his hair weakly and shook his head. Yeosang quickly
went to go over to Wooyoung for comfort but stopped when his phone started ringing.
Wooyoung glanced up as Yeosang answered the call, watching as the older frowned.

"Are you kidding me? Right now? I'm a bit busy at the moment, can't it wait," Yeosang said
with a groan.

"Fine, I'll be there soon," Yeosang said with a resigned sigh. Wooyoung frowned, noting the
annoyance in his best friends stance.

"Yeah, ok. Bye," Yeosang said before hanging up.

"I'm sorry Youngie, they need help at the company. Apparently they have designs that they
need to submit by midnight and they need my help," Yeosang said with a sigh as he moved
over and gently pat Wooyoung's head.

"Don't worry about me, go help," Wooyoung said quietly. Yeosang hesitated, not failing to
notice that Wooyoung wasn't in the best state.

"Go Yeosang. I'm fine and you'll get in trouble if you don't go," Wooyoung said.

"I don't want to leave you alone though, not after everything that's been happening lately,"
Yeosang said worriedly.

"Yeosang go, I'm fine. I don't want to be the reason someone else I care about gets into
trouble," Wooyoung said with a sigh. He's already getting San into trouble, he certainly
doesn't want to get Yeosang into trouble as well.

"Ok, I'll go. Call me if anything happens though. I'm not sure what time I'll get back so just
get a good sleep ok," Yeosang said softly. Wooyoung nodded and glanced up, giving Yeosang
a weak smile. Yeosang sighed, giving Wooyoung one last head pat before leaving. Wooyoung
deflated the second Yeosang left, letting out a long sigh. He sat up quickly and grabbed his
phone, pulling up his messages to San. He was worried about him and he couldn't fight the
urge to check in on him, desperately wanting to make sure he was ok.

Youngie: Hey, just wanted to check in because I'm really worried about you

Youngie: Please call me

Sannie ❤️ : I can't call but I'm fine

Youngie: Please. I need to talk to you

Youngie: Sannie I'm really worried

Wooyoung waited 5 minutes but still received no reply and he started getting worked up. His
breathing quickened and he felt his hands begin to shake. To make matters worse, there was
the sound of thunder and rain started to pelt the windows.

Youngie: I'm so sorry.

Youngie: You're probably mad at me and you have every right to be

Youngie: I didn't mean to mess up your life so much

Youngie: Please forgive me

Wooyoung didn't realise he had started crying until he saw a drop of water hit his phone. He
let out a sob and shakily put his phone down on the couch before curling up and bringing his
knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs, hugging them to his knees. He
continued to sob harshly, his worry and guilt overwhelming him until he heard a knock. He
wasn't sure how much time had past but he knew it wasn't enough time for Yeosang to have
returned.
He frowned and slowly stood up, trying to settle down his cries. It didn't work very well so he
bit his sleeve to try and muffle his sobs a bit better. He went over to the door, tapping the
control panel beside the door. He brought up the security footage to find out who was outside
his door. The minute the footage came up, he moved his arm and let out a sob. He grabbed
the door handle and yanked the door open.

"Sannie," he sobbed out as he was instantly engulfed by a firm embrace.

"I'm not mad Youngie, not at all. You've done nothing wrong so there's nothing for me to
forgive you for and you sure as hell have not messed up my life at all. You've brightened my
life so much since I first met you. I'm so glad I met you Wooyoung," San rushed out
breathlessly. Wooyoung continued to sob but clung to San tightly and buried his head into his
neck, relieved that he was there and ok.

"It's ok. I'm ok, you're ok, we're ok, everything's ok," San rambled, gently patting the back of
Wooyoung's head. When San realised the younger wouldn't be moving any time soon, he
gently guided them from the doorway and closed the door, fiddling for a second before he
managed to lock it.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your messages, my phone doesn't work properly sometimes," San
said quickly. Wooyoung sniffled but nodded, slowly beginning to calm down. It was as he
was finally calming down and no longer panicking that he took note of the state San was in.

"You're soaking wet," he said with a sniff as he pulled back to look at the other. He really was
soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes dripping onto the floor that was
thankfully tiled.

"You're dripping onto my floor," Wooyoung said with a pout. San chuckled in relief that the
other was relaxing, his eyes crinkling up and a dimple popping onto his cheek. Wooyoung
has always loved San's dimples and found himself calming down more.

"I'm sorry for dripping onto your floor and getting you wet as well," San said apologetically.

"Why are you wet," Wooyoung asked with a frown.

"Um, because it's raining," San said slowly. It suddenly clicked to Wooyoung that San just
ran in the rain to get to him and is soaking wet and probably freezing cold.

"Oh crap, right. You should probably have a shower to warm up, Wooyoung said quickly. He
grabbed San's hand and dragged him over to his bedroom and through to his bathroom.

"I'll grab you a towel and a change of clothes. Just get the shower started and I'll be back in a
few minutes," Wooyoung said before going back to his room. He quickly grabbed 2 towels,
one being his favourite and fluffiest. He then grabbed a change of clothes for San and went
back to the bathroom. He found San standing in the shower with his clothes on and the
shower not running.

"I thought you were going to turn it on and let the water warm up," Wooyoung said with a
frown.
"I um, I don't know how to turn it on," San said quietly. Wooyoung mentally facepalmed
himself for being stupid and not realising San would have no idea how to turn on his shower.

"Come out, I'll turn it on for you and you can just get ready," Wooyoung said, grabbing San's
wrist and gently tugging him out. He quickly stepped into the shower and tapped the tablet
screen on the wall. He clicked the water on and turned the temperature up to the warmth he
usually likes. He held his hand under the water for a few seconds until it warmed up before
he then turned around to face San. He flushed furiously when he saw that the fighter had
removed his hoodie and shirt, having his abs on full display. Wooyoung has seen him
shirtless a few times but it still never fails to get him flustered.

"Um, you should check that this is a good temperature," Wooyoung said quickly, turning
back to the water. San glanced up before moving over. He pressed up against Wooyoung's
back, slipping his arm around his waist to keep them stabilised before leaning and reaching
towards the water with his other hand. He flinched slightly when his hand hit the water, not
expecting the warmth before he relaxed.

"That's really nice. How long can I have the water hot for," he asked, making Wooyoung
furrow his eyebrows.

"What do you mean how long can you have the water hot for," Wooyoung asked in
confusion.

"How long before the water goes cold again," San aske.

"Goes cold? The water won't go cold unless you want it to. You can take as long as you want
with the hot water," Wooyoung said softly. Does San have a certain amount of time before his
water goes cold usually? How long does he usually get hot water for? Wooyoung had zoned
out for a few seconds but when he came back to focus he squeaked in embarrassment. San
had stepped back and begun unzipping his pants. Wooyoung rushed towards the doorway,
stumbling slightly in his haste, causing him to crash into the door.

"Woo-."

"I'm ok, I'm ok. Have a nice long shower," Wooyoung yelled out, slamming the door closed
behind him. He let out a groan, leaning against the door and slowly sliding down until he hit
the ground. He let out a breath and shook his head quickly to clear his thoughts. He was
about to get up when he suddenly fell backwards with a yelp. His back hit the ground and he
smiled sheepishly up at San who was looking down at him from where he had poked his head
out around the door.

"Oh, hi. You good," San questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, I'm fine. What's up," Wooyoung asked, standing up quickly and flushing red in
embarrassment.

"Can I please use your soap," San asked.

"Yeah of course. You can use anything you want in there," Wooyoung replied.
"Ok thanks," San said quietly before closing the door. Wooyoung let out another breath
before deciding he should probably get changed himself. He grabbed a change of clothes
before peeling off the ones he was wearing and getting changed. He chucked his worn clothes
into his washing basket before flopping onto his back onto the bed. He let out a deep sigh,
gathering his thoughts once again. He and San need to talk but he wasn't sure if now was the
best time. He needs to wait for the right moment.

~~~~~

The water shut off after about 15 minutes and 10 minutes after that, the door opened.
Wooyoung sat up quickly to see San walking in looking relaxed and comfortable in
Wooyoung's clothes. Wooyoung grinned before noticing San's hair was still soaking wet.

"Come here, you're gonna get a cold if you don't get that dried," Wooyoung said, beckoning
San over as he grabbed a pillow. He paused as he noticed San's eyes were red.

"Hey, you ok? You look like you've been crying," he said softly.

"Oh, uh, I just got soap in my eyes," San said quietly.

"Ok. Well come sit down," Wooyoung said, putting the pillow at his feet. San followed
obediently, sitting down on the cushion as Wooyoung grabbed the towel from his hand.
Wooyoung placed his hands on San's shoulders and gently guided him back to rest against the
bed between his legs.

"You just sit here, look pretty and relax," Wooyoung said as he placed the towel on San's
head and started rubbing it in.

"You're the pretty one," San mumbled quietly. Wooyoung blushed at his words, but remained
silent and continued rubbing the towel over his head. He drying San's head for a few minutes
when he suddenly felt San's head lull to the side.

"San," he questioned quietly. San didn't reply so Wooyoung kept a gentle hold on his head
and leaned over to see what was going on. San's eyes were closed and his face was lax,
meaning he had fallen asleep. Wooyoung smiled softly and just continued to dry San's hair
for another few minutes before he felt San's hair again and deemed it dry enough. He put the
towel down before gently shaking San's shoulder with his left hand, allowing his head to still
rest on his right. San jerked awake and looked around quickly before relaxing as he heard
Wooyoung's giggle.

"Hey," he said softly as he tilted his head back to look up at the younger.

"Hello sleepyhead. Your hair drying services have been completed," Wooyoung said softly.
San let out a small yawn before nodding and standing up.

"How're you feeling," San asked gently as he turned to face Wooyoung. Wooyoung hesitated
in answering.

"Can you stay here tonight again please," he asked softly.

"If you want me to," San said with a nod.

"I want you to," Wooyoung replied quickly.

"Then I'll stay," San said with a firm nod, making Wooyoung's face light up happily.

"Come cuddle," he said quickly, grabbing San's wrist and tugging them both onto the bed.
San followed easily, allowing Wooyoung to lay him down and cuddle up to his side.
Wooyoung wrapped and arm around San's waist and placed his head onto his chest. It was
quiet for a few minutes before Wooyoung found the courage to speak up again.

"We need to talk," he said.

"I know," San replied quietly. Wooyoung drew in a deep breath, buying some time to think of
what to say.

"You can't kill him," he whispered shakily, feeling San tense beneath him.

"I've challenged him Woo, I can't just back out," San said with a sigh. Wooyoung shook his
head and rolled onto his front so he could look at San who was frowning.

"You can Sannie. You can back out," he begged, his eyes getting slightly watery.

"Oh sweetheart, come here," San said softly. He wrapped his arms around Wooyoung and
tugged the younger into a hug. Wooyoung burst into tears and crawled over so that he was
laying on top of San.

"Shh, relax Youngie," San whispered, running his hand up and down Wooyoung's back to try
and soothe him.

"I don't wan you to d-die but I don't want y-you to kill someone," Wooyoung sobbed out.

"I know. I'm sorry that I'm scaring you so much Wooyoung," San said.

"Y-You aren't scaring me. M'just worried. Pl-Please don't do it," Wooyoung whimpered as he
lifted is head up. San sighed once again and gently directed Wooyoung's head back down to
his chest, beginning to run his fingers through his hair.

"Even if I wanted to back out, I can't Wooyoung. I've challenged him publicly and my
manager would never let me back out," San explained.

"M-Manager," Wooyoung questioned.

"That man you saw come into my room that day. That's my manager," San said.

"What does he do," Wooyoung asked.

"He helped get me into the ring when I first started. You have to put down a deposit first and
I couldn't afford that. He manages my fights and does some other stuff.
"Takes most of my winnings as well," San said quietly. It was so quiet that Wooyoung almost
didn't hear him, almost.

"Wait, why do you keep him around when he sounds like such a shit person," Wooyoung
asked with a frown.

"Because I have to. I have to have a manager and he sometimes needs to make deposits for
me because I don't have enough money and then I paying him back through my winnings,"
San explained with a sigh.

"But, wouldn't he want you to stay alive? What happens if you don't beat Zeus and he, well if
he wins the fight," Wooyoung asked with a sniffle.

"I will. Even if it was someone that was better than me, I would win this fight because I have
a much bigger incentive," San said firmly.

"I'm sorry I made you do this," Wooyoung said sadly, wiping his eyes.

"You didn't, I chose to do this," San said.

"I'm not mad at you, I would never be mad. I am however frustrated and upset that you felt
the need to lie to me about what really happened," San added slowly. Wooyoung winced
slightly and cuddled closer to San.

"I didn't want you to blame yourself," he admitted.

"I already blame myself Woo. I made you leave and I said hurtful shit I didn't mean. I made
you walk alone and made you feel like you couldn't contact me for help. It was already my
fault Wooyoung, no matter the reason they hurt you," San said.

"But it would have made you feel worse," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"You know what made me feel worse? What made me feel worse was finding out from
someone else who it was that attacked you and that the reason they did was because they
wanted to get back at me," San said in frustration. He drew in a deep breath to calm down,
not wanting to get angry with Wooyoung.

"I care about you a lot Wooyoung. Too much I think considering what I do, but I can't help it.
Hearing it from you would have probably softened the blow considerably," San said quietly.
Wooyoung cuddled close to San, snuggling his head into the fighters neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his lips lightly brushing against San's neck. San shivered at the
feeling, his eyes slipping closed as he tightened his arms around Wooyoung's waist.

"It's ok. Like I said, I'm not mad in any way," San said, kissing Wooyoung's head softly.

"San please don't do that fight. I know you said there's no way to get out of the fight but can't
you at least try, for me," Wooyoung whispered.
 "I would Woo, I really would but there's no getting out of it. It's already scheduled for two
weeks," San said.

"Well at least, maybe you don't have to kill him. You can just beat him like you usually do,"
Wooyoung said.

"Woo-."

"No, please Sannie. Please show him mercy," Wooyoung begged. San tensed at that and sat
up, bringing Wooyoung with him.

"Wooyoung, do you even wonder how I found out what happened? How I knew who hurt you
and why," San asked with a frown.

"I assumed you asked around or something," Wooyoung said.

"That was my plan yes but I didn't even have to do that. Do you want to know why," San
asked, an edge to his voice.

"Uh, yeah," Wooyoung said slowly. San was mad, Wooyoung could tell but he could also tell
that the anger wasn't directed towards him.

"I found out because he was bragging about it. He was going around telling people about how
he taught Lynx's lap dog a lesson. Like you're some kind of dog and not an innocent human
being who did not deserve what he did to you," San said angrily.

"Oh," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Yeah, oh. You want me to show him mercy in the ring? I challenged him to this fight. I gave
him time to prepare rather than me killing him right then and there for what he did to
you. That was me showing him mercy," San said darkly.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Thank you for reading Chapter 9 and I hope you enjoyed it.

A couple small notes for anyone who might be curious or have picked up on these small
things that I won't dive into at all.

No. No, Wooyoung and San did not clean up that water puddle in front of the door. And
yes, Yeosang did indeed come home and have a nice little fall straight onto his bottom
but don't worry, he wasn't harmed

As for a moment I'm not sure you guys picked up on but I know I won't mention it later
on so I want to make you guys aware for some more insight. San didn't get any soap in
his eyes, he was overwhelmed from having a nice long hot shower with proper soap and
conditioner for the first time in years

Also let me know what you guys think might happen next. I am eager to see your ideas
 Chapter 10
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung felt warm and comforted as he snuggled closer to the body beside him. The arms
around his waist tightened and he shoved his head further into the neck it was tucked in.

"Hey Woo, I need to get up so I can go out for a run," San whispered, running his fingers
through the youngers hair. Wooyoung's eyes slipped open and he yawned, flopping a leg over
to wrap around San's waist.

"Stop moving," he whined, making the other chuckle.

"I've gotta go Youngie," San said with a giggle. Wooyoung whined again and hugged the
fighter closer.

"No you don't," he mumbled.

"Yes I do," San whispered, starting to get up. Wooyoung growled cutely and clung even
tighter onto San, like a little leach. He then nuzzled his face further into his neck and placed a
soft kiss to it to try and get him to stop moving. It worked as San instantly froze and
Wooyoung sleepily settled down as he had finally stopped moving.

"Ok, I don't have to go. You get some more sleep," San whispered, placing a soft kiss to
Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung et out a breath of air, his eyes slipping closed as he quickly
drifted back off to sleep.

~~~~~

The next time Wooyoung woke up, he was a lot colder, not feeling a body beside him. He
pouted as he realised San had left but he knew the other had better things to do than stay with
him. He sighed and got out of bed, changing into new pants. He slipped his shirt off and
chucked it onto the bed. He glanced down at his bruises and stitches before sighing. They still
don't look too great so it might be best to get some more cream on it. He left his room and
walked out to the kitchen, going to the cupboard above the fridge and grabbing the cream.

"Morning."

"Morning Sang. Can you put some more cream-shit." Wooyoung yelped and dropped behind
the bench when he saw both Yeosang and San sitting together on the couch. He curled his
arms around his torso as his heart raced.

"San, I didn't realise you were still here," he said shakily. San frowned at the shakiness in the
youngers voice and how skittish he was. He has never seen Wooyoung without a shirt so he
was caught off guard but remembered Wooyoung's reaction the night before and had looked
away instantly.
"It's ok Wooyoung, I'm not looking. Promise," San assured him. Yeosang frowned and went
to get up but Wooyoung suddenly ran past and back into his room. He came back a few
seconds later wearing an oversized hoodie. He glanced to the couch, seeing Yeosang
watching him worriedly while San was looking determinedly at the floor. Wooyoung's heart
warmed at how San was trying to keep him comfortable.

"Sorry about that. I had assumed you left," Wooyoung said awkwardly.

"That's ok. I didn't look, I promise," San said softly, his eyes still fixed to the floor. Yeosang
smiled softly, loving how respectful the fighter was towards his best friend. If he didn't know
before, he knew now that he could trust this man to keep Wooyoung safe and happy.

"Don't worry, you can look now," Wooyoung said softly. San slowly lifted his head before
glancing at Wooyoung and flashing him a small smile.

"San's just been giving me some tips on the best workouts to gain muscle and get a nice 6-
pack for my abs," Yeosang said with a grin.

"You should definitely listen to him. His abs are hot," Wooyoung said with a nod. He froze as
he realised what he just said and flushed bright red in embarrassment. He glanced over at San
to see his cheeks were also tinted red and he was back to staring at the floor while Yeosang
grinned widely.

"Well if they have the stamp of approval from you Youngie, they must be great. What would
you rate them on a scale of 1 to 10 where 1 is ew, wear a shirt and 10 is so hot, I wanna lick
them," Yeosang asked seriously, blinking innocently at Wooyoung.

"YEOSANG," Wooyoung yelped in shock and mortification at his best friends words.

"I'm so sorry Sannie. Forgive my best friend, he doesn't really have a filter sometimes,"
Wooyoung said apologetically as he not so discretely stared daggers at a smug Yeosang.

"It's ok," San said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Anyway, who wants to go out for lunch," Yeosang asked, breaking the awkwardness as if it
was never there.

"I should probably head out. I don't want to intrude on you guys," San said, shaking his head.

"Nonsense, we want you to join us. Don't we Wooyoung," Yeosang said.

"Of course," Wooyoung said, nodding instantly. He loves having San around so going to
lunch with him sounds great.

"Are you sure," San asked uncertainly, glancing between two friends.

"Positive Sannie, please come," Wooyoung begged as he sat next to the fighter on the couch
and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. San melted into the touch, slipping his arms
around Wooyoung's waist and squeezing softly as he let out a breath and relaxed.
"Fine, I'll come. Where are you going," San asked.

"There's this really nice café that we like. It will be my shout," Yeosang said.

"No way, I-."

"I'm shouting Woo to make up for not being here for him and you for being here for him,"
Yeosang cut San off. San paused at that, thinking it over before conceding with a sigh.

"Perfect. We're all in clothes that we can go in so let's head out," Yeosang said, jumping off
the couch. San glanced down at Wooyoung who smiled softly before the two of them got up
and followed Yeosang to the doorway. They all put on their shoes and left the apartment.

"It's not too far away so we can just walk. You two good with that," Yeosang asked.

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I was supposed to go for a run earlier anyway so some exercise
would be good," San said.

"I'll live," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Yeosang rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's dramatics but
San just smiled secretively.

"Which way," San asked.

"Follow me," Yeosang said, moving in front of the two of them to lead the way. San glanced
at Wooyoung before slipping his hand down and grasping the youngers. Wooyoung glanced
at San briefly before linking their fingers together and tugging him forwards the walk to the
café on took 15 minutes so before long, they were already there.

"This looks nice," San said quietly as they walked inside and he scanned how nice the interior
was. He instinctively squeezed Wooyoung's hand and stepped closer. He glanced around
nervously before leaning his head down to whisper into Wooyoung's ear.

"How expensive is this place," he asked quietly so only the two of them could hear.

"Don't worry about it, Yeosang's paying," Wooyoung replied quickly as Yeosang talked to the
waiter.

"It doesn't just work like that. I'm not going to spend a heap of his money," San said with a
frown.

"Stop stressing," Wooyoung said softly, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. San
frowned but remained quiet, removing his hand from Wooyoung. Wooyoung was a little
nervous San was mad at him but that was quelled when San gave his back a light pat.

"Come on," Yeosang said, waving the other two on. The three of them were led to a nice and
cosy booth in the corner of the café. Wooyoung already knew what he wanted so he didn't
bother looking at the menu, instead glancing at San as he went over it. He was regretting
agreeing to take San to the café, given his background and how uncomfortable he seemed if
the way his hands were clenched around the menu were any indication. About a minute later
he let out a sigh and put the menu down.
"Are you ready to order," Yeosang asked and San nodded mutely. Yeosang raised his hand
and politely waved a waiter over.

"Hello, can we please order," he asked.

"Of course. What would you like," the waiter asked.

"I'll get the bagels with salmon and avocado please," Yeosang asked and the waiter nodded.

"I'll have the breakfast roll please," Wooyoung said. The waiter nodded again and wrote it
down.

"And what would you like sir," the waiter asked, turning to San.

"I'll just have the cheese toastie," San replied quietly. Wooyoung frowned, knowing that was
the smallest and cheapest item on the menu.

"Would you like any drinks," the waiter asked.

"I'll just have some water," San said.

"Same with me," Wooyoung said. He could tell San was uncomfortable with spending so
much money and though Wooyoung can't get them out now, he can try to make him more
comfortable.

"I'll take a water as well," Yeosang said.

"Ok, is there anything else," the waiter asked.

"No thank you," Wooyoung said quickly. The waiter nodded before leaving. Wooyoung
frowned and glanced over at San again, watching as his eyes scanned over the café.
Wooyoung quickly slipped his hand into the others under the table, slipping their fingers
together. San squeezed tightly and glanced at Wooyoung, offering him a weak smile.

"I'm ok," he said softly.

"Are you sure? I'm sorry if taking you here has made you uncomfortable," Wooyoung said
guiltily.

"No, I wanna be here. It's just pretty far out of my price range so it feels weird to be eating
here," San admitted.

"I'm sorry. I didn't even think about that," Yeosang apologised.

"No, it's fine. I appreciate you guys letting me come out with you. I appreciate it a lot," San
said honestly. Wooyoung smiled softly and gave San a small smile. This time San's smile
back was a bit more relaxed and genuine.

~~~~~
The food came out around 15 minutes later and Wooyoung grinned happily as he saw his roll.
They started eating and Wooyoung noticed that San kept glancing at Yeosang's bagels.
Wooyoung discretely reached his foot out and tapped Yeosang's ankle. Yeosang looked up
and Wooyoung tightened his lips to signal to remain quiet. He then gave a slight nod towards
San and Yeosang glanced at him with a frown. It took a few seconds before Yeosang seemed
to catch on to what Wooyoung was trying to hint at. They continued to eat but Yeosang
slowed down a bit. When San and Wooyoung were almost finished, Yeosang still had one
bagel left.

"Hey Woo, I'm full. Do you want my other bagel," Yeosang asked.

"Nah, I'm full," Wooyoung said, shaking his head. Yeosang then turned to San.

"Please tell me you're hungry because this food is too good to waste," Yeosang said.

"Oh, uh, are you sure you aren't hungry anymore," San asked slowly, clearly eying the bagel.

"Yeah, I really can't eat anymore," Yeosang said with a nod.

"Ok. If you're sure then I can eat it for you," San said. Yeosang nodded and pushed his plate
over to San.

"And you said it tastes good," San added in question.

"Yeah, it's a salmon and avocado bagel. Those two are a great combination," Yeosang said
with a nod.

"I've never had it before," San said quietly as he moved his plate off to the side and tugged
Yeosang's closer.

"A salmon and avocado bagel," Wooyoung questioned.

"No, salmon," San replied as he sniffed the bagel. Wooyoung's heart clenched as he
immediately knew why San wouldn't have eaten salmon before, however Yeosang did not.

"Huh, how come? Not a fan of fish," Yeosang asked.

"Couldn't afford it," San said with a shrug as he finally took a bite. Yeosang's wide eyes
snapped to Wooyoung and the younger just frowned sadly.

"How's it taste," Wooyoung asked.

"This is so good," San mumbled as he chewed his mouth twitched up in a happy smile.
Wooyoung was both sad but happy for the older boy. It was nice to see a happy smile on his
face for once.

"Sucks for you that you're full Yeosang," San said with a giggle as he took another bite.
Wooyoung smiled softly as he leaned his head against his hand that was propped up on the
table as he gazed fondly at the fighter.
"What a shame," Yeosang said with a smile.

~~~~~

"You sure you have to go? You can spend more time here if you want," Wooyoung told San
as they stopped in front of the hotel.

"I'm sure. I've got things I need to do. I'll give you a call later if anything happens," San said.

"Ok, fine," Wooyoung said with a sigh. San chuckled and leant down, placing a soft kiss to
Wooyoung's hair before pulling back. He waved goodbye to the two boys before walking off.
Yeosang immediately turned to Wooyoung who raised eyebrows.

"What," Wooyoung asked.

"I've said it before and I'm saying it again. You are so down bad for him," Yeosang said,
shaking his head.

"I am not," Wooyoung lied, looking away so Yeosang wouldn't see his obvious blush.

"You are such a bad liar," Yeosang said, rolling his eyes at the younger.

"Come on, let's just go inside," Wooyoung said, walking past Yeosang and into the building.
Yeosang chuckled but followed him quickly.

"I was thinking we could go down to the spa and relax for a bit if you want," Yeosang said as
they went up the elevator. Wooyoung perked up at that and grinned.

"Ooo, a relaxing spa bath sounds delightful," he said, making Yeosang chuckle fondly. They
went inside and Wooyoung rushed to his room eager to get down to the spa. He's had a long
week so having a couple of hours for some relaxing time with his world sounds great. He
grabbed out a pair of board shorts and some speedo's chucking them onto the bed. He was
about to start getting changed when his phone suddenly started buzzing in his pocket. He
sighed and pulled it out, recognising the number with a groan.

"Please don't say what I know you're going to say," he begged as he answered the phone.

"I'm sorry Woo, we're way behind on sorting through paperwork and Mr Jung told me to call
you and tell you to come here now," they said.

"Damn it. Can't I come in later or maybe even tomorrow," Wooyoung asked.

"I'm sorry Wooyoung, he wants you to come in now," they said. Wooyoung groaned and sat
down on his bed.

"I was just about to relax in the spa," he said with a sigh of frustration.

"I really am sorry Wooyoung. I wouldn't ask unless Mr Jung was insisting."

"I know you wouldn't Gigi," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Tell my father I will be there in half an hour," he added.

"I will. Take care." Wooyoung growled as soon as the call ended, punching his bed in
frustration. He really did just want a break. He almost died less than a week ago, to which his
father didn't even check on him and now he's ruining his relaxing time. Wooyoung just sat on
his bed, staring at the wall for a few minutes until his door opened and Yeosang came in with
a smile. The smile left his face as soon as he noticed how down Wooyoung was.

"Hey, what's wrong," he asked in concern as he went and squatted down in front of
Wooyoung, resting his hands on the youngers thighs in a comforting manner.

"I can't come to the spa," Wooyoung said quietly, not looking at Yeosang.

"What, why," Yeosang asked with a frown.

"I need to go into HQ and help out with some paperwork or something," Wooyoung replied.

"You're kidding," Yeosang said in annoyance. Wooyoung shook his head sadly. Yeosang
sighed and sat down beside Wooyoung, pulling him into a gentle hug. Wooyoung latched
onto him tightly, resting his head down onto his shoulder.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," Yeosang said.

"Yes I do. You and I both know I do," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Yeosang didn't reply,
knowing Wooyoung was right. Unfortunately they don't have a say in matters like this. If
their parents want them somewhere, they have to go.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," Yeosang whispered.

"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault," Wooyoung said.

"I should probably get going through. I need to message Kai to come and drive me. I really
cannot be bothered walking," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. You call me if you need anything. Do you know what time you'll be getting home,"
Yeosang asked.

"Not sure, but it may take a while so probably pretty late," Wooyoung said.

"Alright. Look after yourself," Yeosang said softly. Wooyoung squeezed him one last time
before getting up.

~~~~~

Wooyoung ended up having to work for quite a long time, not finishing until close to 11pm.
It was quite late so he didn't want to call Kai and drag him out to drive him. Instead he made
sure he had a clear path mapped out in his head of the busiest roads and set out to walk home.
He promised he wouldn't walk alone downtown, however in the middle of the city is nowhere
near as dangerous as downtown. Walking back to the hotel was fine however, he noticed
something odd out the front as he was getting closer. He quickly put on his hood and stopped
walking, stepping behind a large bin. There were 3 people sitting on the steps out the front
which wouldn't be concerning except they all had bats in their laps. The alarms in his head
were blaring and he had the strong inclination to stay away. He shuffled back and slipped
down an alley. He glanced around the corner to double check he wasn't seeing things but sure
enough, they were still sitting there. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialled San's
number without thinking. It rung 3 times before San answered.

"Youngie? What's going on, it's the middle of the night," the fighter asked groggily, sounding
very much like he had just woken up. Wooyoung cursed himself for not thinking about
whether or not the older male might be asleep.

"I'm sorry, I just woke you up didn't I," he apologised.

"No, don't be s'okay. Why're you calling," San asked, still sounding half asleep.

"Look, I could be overreacting on this but everyone has been stressing about me staying safe
and stuff so I thought I should probably call you," Wooyoung said.

"What happened? Are you hurt," San asked, suddenly sounding a lot more alert.

"I'm not hurt but I was coming home from the office and I noticed there's 3 guys outside the
hotel and they have bats so I'm a bit concerned," Wooyoung said.

"Wooyoung, baby where are you? Please tell me you haven't gone near them," San said
frantically. Wooyoung heard some rummaging and then the unmistakable sound of a door
slamming shut.

"I didn't go near them. I ducked out of sight so they wouldn't see me," Wooyoung assured
San.

"Where are you right now," San asked.

"Um, down the alley near Dante St I think," Wooyoung replied. He was confused when he
suddenly heard about 8 rapid thumps before a louder bang.

"Stay there Wooyoung, I'm on my way," San rushed out breathlessly.

"Yeah, ok. I'm not going anywhere," Wooyoung said.

"Good. Good, stay there. I'm running there now so I'll be there soon. Don't move," San said
firmly.

"Ok," Wooyoung said before the phone hung up. Wooyoung sighed and just waited where he
was, glancing around every once in a while, just confirming that they were all still sitting
outside.

He didn't even hear anyone approaching until a hand was placed over his mouth. He didn't
jump though, somehow recognising the touch instantly. He spun around quickly and wrapped
his arms around San's waist, the other hugging him back with a firmness that he hasn't had
before.
"You're ok right? You aren't hurt, you're ok," San asked quickly, his chest heaving.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok," Wooyoung said softly, tucking his head into San's neck.

"Oh thank god," San breathed out in relief.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to actually jump into action. I should have realised that
something was wrong when you were calling me at 11pm," San said guiltily.

"Are you kidding me? You just ran here in less than 10 minutes from downtown, which I
didn't think was even possible considering how far it is. You protect me whenever you can,
you make me feel safe," Wooyoung said, softly whispering the last part as he lifted his head
to rest his forehead on the others. San let out a breath and tugged Wooyoung closer by the
waist, his eyes slipping closed. The two of them remained close like that for a few minutes,
just wrapped in each other's embrace. Eventually San pulled away and took a step back.

"You should stay at a hotel tonight. I don't think it's safe for you to attempt to get inside, even
with me there," San said.

"Stay in a hotel," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"Yeah, get you away from here for the night," San said with a nod. Wooyoung bit his lip
nervously. He doesn't really want to stay alone in a foreign hotel. Sure, his parents own heaps
and he could stay at any one of them for free. But being alone will freak him out.

"Can't I, can't I stay with you," he asked nervously. He had thought maybe they were close
enough that San wouldn't mind him coming over for the night. He immediately regretted
asking however as he saw the frown that passed over San's face.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

"Right, right, it was stupid of me. I was just thinking that I'd be scared staying alone and you
make me feel safe and stuff. But yeah, yeah no it was stu-."

"Stop rambling," San said, cutting him off and making him go silent. He snapped his mouth
shut and watched as San seemed to be contemplating something.

"You want to stay with me because it will give you more security, make you feel safer," San
asked slowly.

"Well yeah but don't worry, I wasn't really thinking. I can stay at a different one of our hotels
for free anyway," Wooyoung said quickly. San sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I want you to feel safe, to be safe. It's just, I don't. I'm not sure you're going to want to stay
where I live. It's not like where you usually stay," San admitted quietly.

"Oh San, I know that. Of course I know that. Sannie I know how privileged I am to live in a
place like I do. No one else is going to live in anything close to that," Wooyoung said quickly.
San shook his head and laughed humorously.
"It's not that Woo. It's like, it's on the completely opposite end of the spectrum," San said.

"I get that and I don't care. I'm not saying I need to go there, I am more than fine with going
to a hotel. I just want you to know that wherever you live, I won't judge and it won't change
my opinion of you in any way," Wooyoung promised. San hesitated before giving a firm nod.

"Ok, come on," he said, holding out his hand.

"Where are we going," Wooyoung asked as he grabbed San's hand and they started walking.

"My place," San replied quietly, shifting his hand to link their fingers. Wooyoung smiled
softly but the two of them remained silent as they walked. San was always on high alert,
looking around every street to make sure they weren't in any danger, his hand squeezing
Wooyoung's the entire time.

Eventually they turned down Dalton St an Wooyoung perked up. He still stayed silent but his
stomach dropped when San turned them down to walk up to the old building of number 12.
Wooyoung remembered the building. It was the building his dad had him check out as a
possibility for a new hotel. The one he called old and said they would have to tear it down.
This is where San lives and he talked about it like it was a piece of crap. No wonder San was
acting so weird when he took him here.

They walked into the building, going up a set of stairs with 8 steps before turning right.
When they got to the third door on the right, San pulled out an old key from his pocket and
unlocked the door. He paused after that for a few seconds before sighing and opening the
door. They walked inside, San closing the door and locking it behind them. Wooyoung
glanced around the room, taking it in and his chest tightened slightly. It really was just a
room, probably the size of he and Yeosang's kitchen. There wasn't much in the room either,
just a small fridge, a crate, an old box TV and in the very corner mattress on the floor with a
pillow and a few blankets.

"This is it," San said quietly as he saw Wooyoung looking around. He felt humiliated to be
showing Wooyoung this, to be showing this perfect person just how pathetic his life truly
was. His eyes started to get misty but he desperately tried to blink away from the tears so as
to not humiliate himself further.

"It's nice and cosy," Wooyoung said with a nod. Out of all the reactions he could have, this
was definitely not the one San was expecting. He laughed wetly before sniffling and then
promptly bursting into tears. Wooyoung spun around quickly in shock at the sound, finding
San sniffling with tears running down his face.

"Oh San," he said softly, reaching out for the older male. San chuckled through his tears and
stepped closer to Wooyoung, allowing him to wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him
into a side hug.

"You're weird," San said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. If I knew me coming here would upset you, I never
would have agreed to come," Wooyoung said quietly.
"No, it's not like that. I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm not upset, ore relieved I guess,"
San said as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves to try and slow the tears.

"Relieved," Wooyoung questioned as he pulled San's hand down and replaced it with his own
sleeve.

"It's kind of humiliating to bring you in here. You won't say it but this place is shit. It isn't a
place anyone would want to live in," San said with a sigh. Wooyoung frowned at that.
Truthfully San wasn't wrong but he also forgot the part where he was doing the best he could
with the opportunities he was given.

"Sure, it isn't ideal but I like it. One of my favourite people live here," Wooyoung said with a
shrug. San smiled at that, his tears finally stopping and Wooyoung dutifully wiped the
remaining ones from his face before they pulled apart.

"Thank you, for trying to make me feel better," San whispered.

"I hate seeing you cry. Don't get me wrong, you're pretty when you cry but you're also just
pretty in general so I prefer seeing you happy and smiling. Not that crying is a bad thing, I
think crying is great. Sometimes it's good to just cry it out, you get what I mean," Wooyoung
rushed out. San chuckled and kissed Wooyoung's cheek.

"You're adorable," he whispered before walking over to his fridge.

"Do you want some water," San asked as he pulled out a bottle.

"Yes please," Wooyoung replied. San closed the fridge door before handing Wooyoung the
water bottle that he accepted gratefully.

"Now, I know the bed is pretty small but I-."

"Cuddles. Lot's and lot's of cuddles," Wooyoung cut him off with a few happy claps. San
smiled fondly at the younger and nodded, disregarding his previous thought.

"Do you want a change of clothes? I still have the clothes from you that I borrowed if you
want them back," San said.

"Nah, you can keep them. They look good on you," Wooyoung said with a shrug before
taking a sip of the water.

"Hey, does Yeosang know what happened or is he expecting you home," San asked.
Wooyoung's eyes went wide and he hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Annoying Brat: Hey Sang, there were some shady looking guys outside the hotel when I was
coming home so I called San. I'm staying with him tonight but I'm safe and ok

Yeosang started typing back almost instantly.

My World: Ok, stay safe. Love you

 Annoying Brat: Love you too

"He's all caught up," Wooyoung said.

"Good, it's probably best if we get to bed, it's almost midnight," San said.

"Ok. Do you want to lay down first and then I'll lay on top of you so we both fit," Wooyoung
asked.

"Sure. Could you turn off the lights first. Switch is just there," San said, pointing while he
turned his phone flashlight on. Wooyoung turned off the light before he went over to the
corner where San had already laid down. He slipped off his shoes before bending down and
laying himself down over San's body, resting his head on his chest. San felt around before
grabbing the blankets and tugging them over their bodies.

"You ready for lights out," San asked. Wooyoung hummed in reply as he snuggled closer. San
turned off his flashlight and wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, both boys sighing
in content. It didn't take long for both of them to drift of in each other's arms.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 10 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

We finally got to find out where San lives and how he lives, was it anything like how
you guys pictured? Was it worse or better than what you thought?

Let me know what your favourite parts of this chapter were :)

 Chapter 11
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"No way. Nope, not happening."

"Wooyoung we have to go. Both our parents are going and it's a proper function," Yeosang
said, sighing in exasperation as the younger hid under his bed.

"I'm not going," Wooyoung yelled out. Yeosang sighed and flopped back down on his bed.

"Youngie, we've known about this for weeks and it's tonight. We can't exactly just drop out
now," Yeosang said.

"To be fair I never agreed to going," Wooyoung mumbled petulantly from under the bed.
Yeosang chuckled and rolled onto his stomach, shuffling to the edge of the bed and ducking
his head down to look underneath. Wooyoung was laying down on his back with his head
turned to look at him as he pouted cutely.

"We have 3 hours Wooyoung, we have to go," Yeosang said.

"But it's going to be so boring, I don't wanna go," Wooyoung whined.

"Well you should have thought about saying that when we first heard about it, not 3 hours
before we have to leave," Yeosang said. Wooyoung was still sulking, so Yeosang got up and
bent down at the end of the bed. He quickly grabbed Wooyoung's legs and ran back, dragging
him out from under the bed.

"Rude," Wooyoung grumbled as he sat up.

"I know it's going to be boring and we'll both want to smash our heads through walls but we
have to go," Yeosang said.

"I know. We were always going to have to go but that doesn't mean I want to," Wooyoung
said with a sigh.

"I know. Come on bub, up you get," Yeosang said, grabbing Wooyoung's hands and yanking
him to his feet. Wooyoung wasn't willing to give in just yet so he went floppy and fell into
Yeosang. Yeosang yelped and caught Wooyoung quickly, stumbling back slightly from the
force.

"You're an idiot," Yeosang chuckled.

"I love you," Wooyoung said with a grin as he latched onto Yeosang in a tight hug.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop trying to sweet talk me into giving in, it's not going to work," Yeosang
said, rolling his eyes and letting Wooyoung go. Wooyoung huffed before sitting down on
Yeosang's bed.

"If we go, can we at least go to some fights afterwards," Wooyoung asked.

"Woo the event starts at 9. We won't be leaving until close to 1am. There aren't going to be
any fights to watch, any good ones anyway," Yeosang pointed out.

"Well that just sucks even more. Why are we doing this," Wooyoung groaned.

"Come on dude, stop complaining. Think of it as a free excuse to go get wasted," Yeosang
said. Wooyoung perked up slightly at that, a grin slipping onto his face. He could have some
fun with this.

"We should dress up in some sexy clothes to annoy our parents," he said quietly.

"I mean sure but I'm not sure why th-."

"Shh. Don't ruin the happiness," Wooyoung cut in quickly, placing his finger over Yeosang's
lips to keep him silent. Wooyoung skipped happily out of the room, leaving Yeosang standing
there stunned. That boy can have some serious mood swings. Wooyoung happily went over
to his room and opened the door to his walk in robe. He scanned over the clothes, looking to
see what he might want to wear. He wanted to wear something sexy, something that would
turn heads even though he is definitely not looking to meet anyone. He just wants to have one
night of feeling beautiful and confident and what better chance than while getting drunk at
some fancy function for the wealthy. He spent a few minutes looking around to find the
perfect outfit for the night before he finally settled on it. He grabbed a black sleeveless vest
that has a very low neck line, a pair of nice black slacks, a black blazer and black shoes. He
went over to his bed and put down everything he had chosen. Once he decided he liked his
choices, he went over to Yeosang's room again, barging in without knocking.

"What now," Yeosang asked with a sigh as he glanced up from his phone. Wooyoung grinned
and hurried over, sitting down beside Yeosang on the bed.

"I've got my outfit all planned out," he said.

"Great. It only took you until about 2 and a half hours before the event to decide," Yeosang
said, rolling his eyes.

"Rude. So what, you've got your outfit all sorted," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah, I picked it out like a week ago," Yeosang replied with a nod.

"Well I'm not as organised as you and I didn't even want to go. Stop bullying me," Wooyoung
grumbled.

"Then stop bugging me," Yeosang said, turning his attention back to his phone. Wooyoung
chuckled and quickly latched onto Yeosang's side, snuggling close. Yeosang continued to
focus on his phone but he lifted his arm so Wooyoung could get closer.

~~~~~
"How do I look," Wooyoung asked as he and Yeosang stepped out of the limo.

"Gorgeous, sexy. Every guy in there is going to be wishing they were you," Yeosang praised
him softly as he straightened out the youngers blazer.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Wooyoung said, blushing shyly from the compliment he
was given. Yeosang held out his arm and Wooyoung slipped his own through it, the two of
them breathing out quickly before they began walking. As soon as they stepped out onto the
walkway, flashes from the photographers started going off. Wooyoung kept his face carefully
neutral and void of emotion however his arm tightened around Yeosang's. Yeosang gave his
hand a gentle pat, knowing how anxious the younger gets around paparazzi. Thankfully they
don't have to deal with them much, only really at big events like this.

"Still hate those walks," Wooyoung said as they finally made it inside. There were already
many people inside, dressed fancy and mingling together around tables and food.

"Hey, what's this for again," Wooyoung whispered, making Yeosang sigh.

"It's for Mr and Mrs Hwang's 25 year anniversary or something. You should already know
this Wooyoung," Yeosang said.

"Hey, it sounds like you barely know either," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"Well at least I know something," Yeosang bit back. They both went quiet and slapped smiles
onto their faces as people walked over to them. Time to be sweet boys and mingle with
people.

~~~~~

"Ok, I know I said we could get drunk here but we still have at least another hour and you are
way too drunk," Yeosang said as he slipped the wine glass out of Wooyoung's hand.
Wooyoung whined and reached out for the glass but Yeosang slapped his hand away.
Wooyoung poked his tongue out and Yeosang chuckled fondly at his childish antics.
Wooyoung has always been a carefree drunk, childish, someone who needs to have an eye
kept on them. Luckily Yeosang does not mind in the slightest to watch over him and make
sure he's ok. They had spent a few hours chatting to people and doing the amount of
socialising they needed to not be seen as rude. Once they finished that, they went to a table in
the corner of the large room.

"Well hello boys." Both of them looked to the side to see a pretty girl beside their table.

"Hi," Yeosang said, while Wooyoung just blinked.

"My name is Yujin, I don't believe we've been formally introduced," she said.

"Uh, hi. I'm Yeosang and this is Wooyoung," Yeosang said.

"Oh I know. It's a pleasure to meet you," she drawled, her attention turning to Wooyoung as
she held out her hand, the back pointing towards him. Wooyoung blinked slowly before
chuckling nervously, grabbing her hand and kissing it softly.
"Would you fancy getting me a drink," she asked flirtatiously.

"Oh, uh, no thank you," Wooyoung said politely and Yeosang bit back a chuckle.

"Excuse me," Yujin asked immediately.

"I'm good. Have a nice night though," Wooyoung said. The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes
before walking away, muttering jerk. Yeosang frowned angrily while Wooyoung glanced
down, feeling guilty for upsetting the girl.

"Don't feel guilty Woo. You were polite when you said no and she was just being a bitch,"
Yeosang assured him quickly. Yeosang also knows that Wooyoung can be a very emotional
drunk.

"Didn't mean to be rude," Wooyoung mumbled.

"You weren't, don't worry about it," Yeosang said, patting Wooyoung's head as he glared to
where the girl was walking away. While he was looking away, Wooyoung sneakily swiped
his glass and sculled it quickly. He giggled to himself, making Yeosang turn to face him.
Yeosang chuckled fondly as Wooyoung tried to act innocent though he was still holding the
glass and his cheeks were a lot more flushed. Wooyoung hiccupped slightly before giggling.
Yeosang sighed, knowing it was time for them to head home.

"Finally, we can get out of here," he said, standing up

"Ooo, home time," Wooyoung said happily.

"Yeah home time. Come on," Yeosang said, holding out his hand. Wooyoung grabbed it and
allowed Yeosang to pull him up. Yeosang tried to be careful but Wooyoung still stumbled into
him.

"Oops," Wooyoung said with a giggle. Yeosang chuckled but made sure to keep Wooyoung
steady, wrapping his arm around his waist to keep them close. They made their way towards
the exit when they were suddenly stopped.

"Yeosang." Yeosang sighed but turned around, keeping a tight grip around Wooyoung who
had his head resting on Yeosang's shoulder.

"Mum, dad," he said with a nod.

"Where do you think you're going," he dad asked.

"I'm getting Wooyoung home and then going to bed," Yeosang replied.

"No you're not. We want you to come home with us once the event is finished. We have some
things to discuss in the morning," Yeosang's dad said. Yeosang frowned at that and glanced
down at Wooyoung who was nibbling on his collar lightly where his head was tucked into his
neck. It wasn't visible to anyone else though so he let it go.

"I need to get Wooyoung home first. After that I can come over," Yeosang said.
"No, you're coming home with us," his dad said.

"I can't, I need to get Wooyoung home safe," Yeosang said, shaking his head.

"There are drivers that have been hired for the night to get people home. You can give him to
one of them."

"Give him? Wooyoung is drunk, I'm not just going to give him to a stranger and trust them to
get him home safely," Yeosang said with a frown.

"I don't care. We leave in 30 minutes and you're coming, end of discussion." Yeosang
growled to himself as his parents walked off. He is not going to let Wooyoung be taken alone
by a driver he doesn't know. He gently pulled Wooyoung off towards the side of the room
where no one else was.

"Home sweet home," Wooyoung mumbled. Yeosang sighed and ran his fingers through his
hair. He can't let him go home alone. He can't in good conscience trust someone to get
Wooyoung home safely and unharmed when he is this drunk and out of it. It would be too
easy for someone to take advantage of him.

"Can I have your phone please Youngie," he said. Wooyoung hummed and managed to hand
his phone over to Yeosang to which the older unlocked it. There's only one person Yeosang
can trust with his whole heart to keep Wooyoung safe, to get him home safely. It only took 3
rings for him to answer.

"Wooyoung? What's wrong? Do you need me to come and get you," he asked quickly.

"Hey San, it's Yeosang," Yeosang said.

"Yeosang? What's going on? Is Wooyoung ok," San asked.

"Yeah he isn't hurt. However I'm worried for him. We've gone to a special event and he's
100% drunk. We have drivers taking people home but I can't go with him. I don't feel
comfortable with him going alone with a stranger when he's this drunk though," Yeosang
explained.

"Send me the address, I'll make sure he gets home safe," San said immediately.

"Thank you," Yeosang said with relief.

~~~~~

After sending the address to San, the fighter arrived within 15 minutes out the front where
Yeosang met him with Wooyoung. San felt severely out of place with his hoodie and pants
when he saw the building and his eyes landed on what Yeosang and Wooyoung were
wearing. The two of them looked drop dead gorgeous and incredibly fancy.

"Hey, is he alright," he asked Yeosang as he noticed how heavily Wooyoung was leaning
against him.
"He's fine, just drunk," Yeosang replied as Wooyoung mumbled something to him.

"Yeah, it's San," he added with a nod.

"Sannie," Wooyoung said happily as he shot up, his arm swinging out and almost hitting
Yeosang in the face but he dodged it. Yeosang quickly tightened his arms around the
youngers waist to keep him upright.

"Yes, yes we know you love San, just maybe try not to knock me out," Yeosang said.

"Sannie," Wooyoung giggled, reaching out for the fighter. San stepped forwards and Yeosang
let Wooyoung go, the two allowing him to cling to San instead. He wrapped his arms around
San's waist and tucked his head into the olders neck.

"I'm really sorry about waking you up at 1am San but my parents want me to go home with
them and he's wasted. He can't think clearly and he can't be trusted to make proper decisions
and to say no. We have hired these drivers but I still don't trust them, not with Wooyoungie. I
know you will keep him safe though and I trust you to look after him," Yeosang said. San
frowned and rubbed the youngest's back, glancing towards the cars out front.

"I'll get him home safe, I promise," he said firmly.

"I know you will," Yeosang said with a nod.

"Just go to one of the cars and tell them where to go," he added.

"Ok, thanks," San said with a nod. He turned around to guide Wooyoung to a car but paused
when Yeosang called out to him.

"Thank you, for doing this," Yeosang said.

"There's no need to thank me. I want him safe as much as you do," San replied. Yeosang gave
him a nod before walking off back into the building. San turned his attention back to
Wooyoung and gently guided him towards the closest car. He opened the door and helped
Wooyoung inside before sliding in after him.

"Where to sirs," the driver asked. San gave him the address before focusing on Wooyoung
again, buckling him in. Wooyoung whined and reached out for him so San sat in the middle
seat to be closer. Wooyoung clung to him tightly, burrowing his head into his neck. San
sighed and wrapped his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder, holding him close. When they got
to the hotel, San thanked the driver and got the two of them out of the car.

"Hey Woo, are you good to get up to your room alone," San asked him.

"Nuh uh, why don't you come up with me," Wooyoung said with a huff.

"Ok come on," San said with a nod. He helped Wooyoung inside and into the elevator. When
they got to the room, Wooyoung handed San the keys and San opened the door, the two of
them stumbling inside and closing the door.
"Bedroom," Wooyoung mumbled, tugging San with him to his room. When they got inside,
San didn't even have a chance to react before Wooyoung was shoving him back with
surprising strength. San's back hit the wall as Wooyoung pushed him against it and huddled
close.

"You're so hot," he breathed out before leaning forwards and kissing San's neck. San's brain
short-circuited and he let out a soft groan, instinctively tilting his head back as his hand came
up to run through Wooyoung's hair at the sensation.

His eyes that had started to slip closed, flew open in an instant and he shoved Wooyoung
away. Wooyoung stumbled backwards but thankfully didn't go far as he fell down onto his
bed.

"Sannie," Wooyoung whined, sitting up quickly and moving towards San again. San panicked
and his hands shot out, grabbing Wooyoung's shoulders to keep him at arm's length.

"Wooyoung stop it," San said.

"Come on, just one kiss," Wooyoung whined.

"Absolutely not. You are beyond drunk right now," San said sternly.

"Come on," Wooyoung said, trying to move forwards again. San quickly slipped off to the
side, dodging Wooyoung's out-stretched hands. San's heart was racing and he was trying not
to panic.

"Stop it Wooyoung," he said. Wooyoung wasn't too happy but he backed off with a huff and a
pout.

"So mean," he grumbled. San drew in a deep breath, scolding himself for slipping up earlier,
even if it was just for the two seconds he did. Wooyoung is drunk, he doesn't have control
over his restraint right now but he's sober and he does.

"It's too hot." San glanced up at Wooyoung's words, his eyes going wide as he saw
Wooyoung slip off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt as well.

"Shit," San gasped, turning his head away quickly.

"Wooyoung I'm going to go," he said.

"What, no. No don't go Sannie, please," Wooyoung begged. He sounded so genuinely sad,
that San hesitated in leaving.

"M'sorry, please don't go. Please don't leave me alone," Wooyoung begged. San frowned and
turned around slightly, thinking maybe Wooyoung had just been changing his shirt. However,
not only was he still shirtless, his hands were also slipping off his belt and tugging down his
pants.

"Fuck, Wooyoung," San growled, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He's stuck. He can't see the
door and there's no way he's opening his eyes right now.
"Sannie," Wooyoung mumbled. San swallowed dryly and huffed out a breath through his
nose.

"Are you mad at me Sannie," Wooyoung asked.

"No, I'm not. You're drunk and you can't think properly so this isn't your fault. However I do
need you to put o-." San gasped as he felt arms wrap around him and a body huddle close.
His brain short-circuited again as he realised Wooyoung was hugging him when he was half
undressed. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, desperately trying not to do something that
could be taking advantage of the younger boy. He raised his hands above his head,
interlocking his fingers behind the back of his head.

"Wooyoung stop it, please stop it," San begged.

"Want cuddles," Wooyoung said.

"And I'll, I'll give you cuddles. I just need you to put some clothes on first," San said.

"Why won't you hug me," Wooyoung whined.

"Wooyoung I will cuddle you to sleep but only after you put on your pyjamas. Does that
sound good," San asked.

"Don't want to," Wooyoung said.

"Wooyoung," San warned.

"Fine," Wooyoung huffed, finally letting go of San. San let out a breath, hearing Wooyoung
rummaging around for a bit.

"Done," Wooyoung said happily after a minute or two.

"Promise me," San asked.

"Promise," Wooyoung replied obediently. San glanced down slightly and slowly opened his
eyes. He let out a breath of relief as he saw that Wooyoung was dressed once again.

"Good Youngie, good job," he said and Wooyoung beamed.

"Youngie good boy," he clapped. San sighed and walked over, wrapping Wooyoung up in a
tight hug. He is definitely out of it. Wooyoung let out a breath and cuddled close, nuzzling
into his chest.

"M'sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be, you can't help it right now. I'm just glad it was me that brought you home," San
replied with a sigh. No matter how big the urge to give in was, he would never do anything to
hurt the younger boy. Could do nothing to ever hurt him.
 "You're only doing this because you're wasted. I just hope you don't remember all this
tomorrow. I don't want you to be embarrassed," San said.

"I'm tired," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Yeah, ok. Let's get you into bed then," San said. He tugged the younger over to the bed,
lifting up the covers and helping him into the bed. Wooyoung yawned and San quickly
tugged his blankets up.

"Get some sleep," San whispered softly, brushing his hair back lightly.

"Wait, Sannie. Sannie you promised cuddles," Wooyoung said quickly. San hesitated, not
wanting to put Wooyoung in an uncomfortable position. However they've cuddled to bed and
it was only a week ago that Wooyoung was sleeping in his room. This wouldn't be anything
different then they've already done.

"Ok, scoot over," San said. Wooyoung grinned happily and moved to the other side of the
bed, allowing San to slip in next to him. Wooyoung quickly latched onto his side and threw a
leg over San's waist. San froze, holding his breath and preparing to get out of the bed if
Wooyoung started acting like earlier however the younger just relaxed like normal.

"There we go, you've got your cuddles," San said.

"Love cuddles," Wooyoung said.

"I know," San said with a chuckle.

"Love you," Wooyoung mumbled. San tensed and his eyes went wide.

"Wh-What," he stuttered. Wooyoung yawned and snuggled closer.

"I love you. Love Sannie so much. So pretty," Wooyoung mumbled again. San opened his
mouth before closing it again, his heart racing.

"Get some sleep Wooyoung," San said. Wooyoung yawned again before falling asleep against
San's chest within minutes. San continued to hold him but remained awake and silent, his
thoughts racing in his head.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 11 everyone, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

How do you think San is going to react to Wooyoung saying he loves him, even if he
was drunk.
How do you think Wooyoung will react when he realises what he said and how he
acted?

As usual, please let me know your favourite parts in this chapter.

 Chapter 12
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung woke up with a throbbing headache, his head absolutely pounding. He groaned
and rolled over, shoving his face into his pillow. He must have drunk a lot last night to have
this bad of a headache. He groaned into his pillow once again when he realised it was doing
nothing to help his head stop hurting.

"What the hell did I do last night," he groaned. He peeled his face from his pillow and slowly
pushed himself to his feet. He shuffled to his door, opening it and stumbling out of the room.
The sun was shining through the blinds and into the apartment, making Wooyoung groan
once again. He walked out to the loungeroom where the TV was playing. He found Yeosang
eating chips on the couch while watching a movie.

"You look like shit," Yeosang said, eying him up and down as he walked over.

"I feel like shit," Wooyoung said as he flopped down beside Yeosang. Yeosang put the chips
to the side and opened his arms. Wooyoung happily flopped into them, hugging Yeosang
tightly.

"I feel like death," he whined, making Yeosang chuckle.

"That does not surprise me. You drank a lot last night. I'm surprised you aren't puking in a
toilet right now," Yeosang said.

"Shit, was I that bad," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah but don't worry, I made sure to get you home as soon as you were too drunk to
function," Yeosang said with a grin.

"Very comforting. Sorry if I was a handful to deal with," Wooyoung said with a wince,
rubbing Yeosang's stomach softly. Yeosang chuckled and ruffled Wooyoung's hair.

"Ow, pounding headache right now Sang," Wooyoung said.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, you weren't a handful to me because I didn't bring you home,"
Yeosang admitted.

"What, you didn't? How did I get home then," Wooyoung asked with a frown.

"Oh, uh, I called San and he took you home. Mum and dad wanted me home for the night. I
was worried something might happen to you if you went home alone though," Yeosang said.

"Oh, when did he leave," Wooyoung asked with a frown.

"Dunno. It's 2pm right now and I got back around 11 but he was already gone so he must've
left this morning," Yeosang replied.

"Ugh Sangie, I probably embarrassed myself so bad. Why would you let me be drunk and
alone with San," Wooyoung asked with a groan.

"You were fine. I didn't get any frantic messages begging to him out of there," Yeosang said
with a shrug.

"That doesn't mean I didn't do anything weird. God, I hope I didn't annoy him too much,"
Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Knowing you, you were probably thirsting over him because you have the hots for him,"
Yeosang said with a shrug as Wooyoung's eyes went wide in panic.

"Yeosang don't even joke about that. Ooh my god I would be mortified," Wooyoung said with
a gasp. Yeosang chuckled and rubbed his back lightly.

"Ok, ok. I'm sure everything was fine. You were dressed and in bed safe which is all that
matters," Yeosang said.

"I hope so. Now. I'm in pain so baby me," Wooyoung said, his voice slightly muffled as he
had shoved his face into Yeosang's shoulder.

"Fine. I'll go get you some Panadol," Yeosang said, failing to keep the chuckle from his
voice.

"You're so mean, laughing at my pain," Wooyoung said. Yeosang got up and Wooyoung laid
down properly on the couch, shoving his head into the pillow.

"Do you want water or juice," Yeosang called out.

"Water," Wooyoung replied.

"Ok, here you are," Yeosang said as he bent down beside Wooyoung. Wooyoung shifted
slightly and opened his mouth. Yeosang popped the tablets in and placed the cup to
Wooyoung's lips. He helped the younger drink before pulling back.

"They should kick in soon. Do you need anything else," Yeosang asked.

"I think I'm going to go back to my room and try to sleep it off a bit more," Wooyoung said
with a sigh.

"Ok, come on," Yeosang said. He helped Wooyoung up and followed him to bed. Yeosang
tucked the younger into bed before going into his bathroom. A few seconds later he came
back out with a damp cloth in his hand. He gently placed the cloth onto Wooyoung's forehead
and Wooyoung breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Feel a bit better," Yeosang asked.

"Yeah, thanks Sangie," Wooyoung whispered.

"No problem. I have to go out at 3:30 but you call me if you need anything," Yeosang said.

"Ok," Wooyoung replied. Yeosang gave him a quick kiss to the cheek before leaving, closing
the door behind himself. Wooyoung was ready to go to sleep but remembered that San
brought him home the night before and he should thank him. He quickly grabbed his phone
and pulled up his contact.

Youngie: Hey Sannie, Yeosang told me that you helped me get home last night so I wanted to
thank you even though I know you'll say it's nothing and you're just glad I'm safe

Youngie: Also I'm sorry if I was a handful to get home. I know I can be pretty hectic when
I'm drunk. So yeah, sorry if I was a bit annoying

San didn't reply for a few minutes so Wooyoung guessed he was busy. He put his phone away
and decided to go to sleep.

~~~~~

Wooyoung woke up at 6pm that night, feeling a lot more awake with his headache fully gone.
He got out of bed and checked his phone for messages. San still hadn't replied but Yeosang
had sent a message.

My World: I'm helping with another clothing line so I won't be back until late. Don't do
anything stupid and stay safe

Wooyoung sighed as he realised he was all alone with nothing to do. He contemplated what
he wanted to do before thinking about Wonderland. He hasn't gone in a few days and given
that he's so bored, he figured watching some fights might do him some good. He pulled up
San's contact again, frowning as he saw that San had read the messages but not replied to
them. He found that odd but figured maybe San just forgot to reply. He wanted to go to the
ring but he's also not supposed to walk around alone down town.

Youngie: Hey Sannie, are you fighting tonight? I want to go but Yeosang is away

Wooyoung waited a few minutes before seeing that San read the message but once again
there was no reply. Wooyoung waited another few minutes but there was still no reply from
the fighter. Wooyoung bit his lip nervously and wondered if perhaps he had done something
to upset San. Maybe he was too annoying last night. He decided to try and call San instead
but it just rung through to voicemail. Wooyoung huffed in frustration. He wants to go to the
ring but Yeosang isn't there and San won't answer. He's been told not to walk alone but he's
also tried to contact San to walk with him and he's out of options. He thought about it for a
few seconds before giving in. What're the chances that Zeus or someone would find him the
one time in a while that he walks alone. He quickly got changed into some dark clothes and
put on some runners. Once he was changed, he finally left the apartment, finding Natalia at
reception.

"Hey Natalia, how's it going," he asked.

"It's going good. How've you been," she asked.

"Not too bad. Listen, you usually get here around 7am right," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah, why," she asked him in return.

"Did you see San leave this morning? San's the guy who's come here a few times,"
Wooyoung said.

"Oh yeah, the hot boy," Natalia said with a nod.

"Yeah, did you see him leave," Wooyoung asked.

"Uh, no. I definitely didn't see him leave. Why," Natalia asked. Wooyoung sighed and shook
his head.

"I was just wondering, don't worry about it," he said.

"Ok. Well, what're you doing now," Natalia asked.

"Ah, I'm just going for a walk and then I'm meeting a friend," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. Have fun," Natalia said with a grin. Wooyoung waved goodbye before finally leaving
the building. He put his hood over his head and shoved his hands into his pockets before he
started to walk the familiar route to the ring.

It was after he passed into the downtown area about 5 minutes ago that he noticed movement
behind him. He tried not to be paranoid but it was definitely the sound of footsteps trailing
behind him, matching his pace. He cursed to himself quietly but kept walking, not wanting to
panic too much. He slipped out his phone and quickly dialled San's number, not wanting to
get hurt again but it rang through. He started to get worried and regretted walking alone
again.

He heard the sound of footsteps quickening and he glanced back to see someone running
towards him. Wooyoung panicked and started running as well, not wanting to get caught and
beaten up again. His heart started racing, his breath quickening as well as he sprinted down
the road. He ducked down an alley before running towards Dalton St.

When he finally turned down the street, he collided with a body and fell to the ground with a
groan. His arm was suddenly grabbed and he was yanked up as he whimpered, his eyes
landing on the person he collided with. He was scared but then he recognised their face and
he instantly relaxed. He was safe. Hopefully.

"Someone's following me," he rushed out.

"Stay behind me," the other said, tugging Wooyoung behind him. Wooyoung's heart was still
racing and he shakily grabbed the back of the boys shirt. The person who had been following
Wooyoung suddenly caught up to them and Wooyoung whimpered, moving closer to the
others back.
"Ah, I should have known there would be someone keeping an eye on him," the man who
was following said.

"Of course there will be. You seriously think Lynx is just going to let him walk around alone?
You need to tell Zeus to cut it out. He and Lynx can work it out in the ring. Stop dragging
Wooyoung into this just because he isn't a fighter."

"Lynx is the one who dragged him into this, not us," the chaser said.

"Bullshit. Tell Zeus to back off and stop being such a sore loser. Wooyoung's parents are very
well known so if anything happens to him, then everything goes to shit," Bear yelled angrily.
The other guy scoffed but finally walked off. Wooyoung was still shakily slightly but relaxed
as the danger had past. Bear turned around to him and sighed.

"I know they've said you make stupid decisions but come on Wooyoung, seriously? Why the
hell would you walk around here alone again when you've been told not to," Bear asked.
Wooyoung sniffled and wrung his hands nervously.

"I wanted to go to the ring," he said quietly.

"Then call someone. You should have called Lynx, he would've come to get you," Bear said.

"I did. I messaged and called him but he didn't answer me. I didn't have any other options but
I was bored so I decided to just walk. I even called him when I realised I was being followed
but he didn't answer," Wooyoung explained.

"Wait, you called him and he didn't answer you," Bear asked with a confused frown.

"Yes, I called him twice," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"That doesn't sound right, something must have happened. Come on, I'll take you home,"
Bear said.

"What, no. I came because I wanted to watch some fights," Wooyoung said.

"I should get you home. Lynx will kill me if I let something happen to you," Bear said,
shaking his head.

"He probably wouldn't even notice. I'm pretty sure he's ignoring me at the moment. He's read
my messages but just reply," Wooyoung said.

"I think you're reading too far into things. San would rather get beaten himself than let you
get hurt," Bear said. Wooyoung knew what he was saying was true but he couldn't help but to
worry that maybe San was done with him. He had obviously done something the night before
that had upset San and the older wasn't talking to him anymore.

"If Lynx will kill you if I get hurt then you should probably walk me to the ring cos either
way, I'm going," Wooyoung said. Bear sighed but nodded.
"Come on," he said. The two of them walked the rest of the way to Wonderland, not getting
into any more trouble.

"I'm going to find Lynx but h might already be in a fight by now. Don't leave here alone,"
Bear said before walking off. Wooyoung sighed and walked over to the bar, sitting down on
one of the stools. He glanced around the bar but sighed when he realised Hongjoong wasn't
there. He didn't want to drink, not after last night so he got up and walked through the door at
the back. He went out into the stands, wanting to see who was fighting first before looking
for San. When he got there however, he found San in the ring warming up. Wooyoung sat in
the front row and tried to catch San's eyes. San eventually did see him after a bit but he didn't
react how he usually does, instead looking away without acknowledging him. Wooyoung's
heart sunk and he realised San was definitely ignoring him. He had seen the calls and texts
but chose to ignore all of them.

"Alright Ladies and Gentleman, the fight will commence in one minute." San and the other
fighter stepped into the middle of the ring. Wooyoung sighed and sat back to watch the fight.
When the bell rang, San went quick and hard. The person he was fighting was able to hold
their own for about 2 minutes before it became clear that he was outclassed. It quickly turned
into a one-sided fight as the other just tried to stay standing while receiving a beating. The
fight was done in less than 10 minutes.

"Our winner to no one's surprise, Lynx everyone." San did a lap of the ring before bowing
down and leaving, not even sparing Wooyoung a glance. Wooyoung frowned and got up from
his seat, leaving the stands and heading into the hall. San always goes straight back to his
room after a fight so that's where Wooyoung went. He needs to talk to the older, he needs to
figure out what the hell he did wrong. When he got to the door, he grabbed the handle and
tried to open it however it was locked. He frowned at that, trying it again but it was definitely
locked. He changed methods and decided to knock, waiting a few seconds before knocking
again after gaining no reply.

"Hey Lynx, it's Wooyoung. Can you open the door please, I want to talk to you," Wooyoung
said. There was still no reply and Wooyoung got anxious. Did he really do something that
bad? Bad enough for San to just completely ice him out with no warning.

"Lynx I know you're in there. Please just open the door so we can talk," Wooyoung said. Yet
again there was no reply.

"Please," he begged quietly. He waited 30 seconds before realising he was going to receive
no reply. His anxiety turned into annoyance and then into anger. He has no idea what he said
the night before or what he did but he was drunk and completely out of it. He understood that
he could have upset San but that didn't give him the right to shut him out like that. He should
have at least told him why he's so upset with him. Wooyoung tried his best to get an answer,
to try and talk to San. It hurt but he was done trying.

"Fine, be like that. I'm walking home so I'll see you some other rime. Unless you now think
I'm a piece of shit and don't want to see me again. If so then that means this is goodbye. Let's
hope I don't get stabbed to death on the way home," Wooyoung scoffed before walking away.
He had anger bubbling up inside him, not caring if walking home would be dangerous. He
stormed through the bar before heading outside. He paused when the door closed and he
realised it was pouring outside. He only hesitated for a few seconds before huffing and
stepping out onto the street. It was bucketing so Wooyoung was soaked right away but he
didn't care, he continued forwards, making his way home. He barely made it 3 minutes before
his wrist was grabbed and he was yanked back, colliding with a body.

"Are you that fucken stupid." Wooyoung scoffed and shoved him back.

"Didn't realise you still cared," he said.

"Of course I still care. Why would I want you to get hurt," San said with a frown.

"Are you shitting me? You go from ignoring me to suddenly caring again? Make up your
mind Lynx," Wooyoung spat with a frown.

"I wasn't ignoring you Wooyoung, I was just busy," San said.

"Right, busy. Well continue being busy," Wooyoung said, yanking his hand from the others
grasp and continuing to walk. He only got 3 steps before he was grabbed again, almost
slipping in the rain but San steadied him.

"I've told you not to walk alone Wooyoung, it's d-."

"Dangerous, yes I've heard. You didn't seem to care earlier when I called to see if you could
walk with me. Nor did you care when I called because I was scared I was going to get hurt
again, when I was getting followed. You didn't give a shit then. Listen, I get that I probably
did something wrong last night but I was drunk. The least you could do is enlighten me on
what the hell I did that was so bad you don't want anything to do with me anymore,"
Wooyoung said.

"Y-Your called me earlier because you were scared," San asked quietly, almost getting
drowned out by the rain but Wooyoung still heard it.

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Call you when I'm in trouble and you'll help? You know,
considering it's technically your fault that psycho is trying to hurt me. The least you could do
is actually answer when I call," Wooyoung said angrily.

"Youngie. Woo I'm sorry, I had no idea. I didn't think you were going to still come alone
when you had no one to walk with you. I thought you would stay home if I didn't answer,"
San said.

"Yeah well I didn't. I wanted to come and find you and figure out why you were ignoring my
messages," Wooyoung said sadly. All of the anger was seeping from his bones, leaving
confused and upset.

"Do you really not remember," San asked.

"No Sannie, I don't. I was drunk and I don't even remember seeing you last night. I have no
idea what I did wrong," Wooyoung said as he started to cry. San's heart broke and he felt
awful.
"Youngie, I'm sorry," he said. Wooyoung let out a sob and shook his head.

"I don't know what I did wrong," he cried.

"Nothing, you did nothing wrong," San said, shaking his head as he stepped closer, his hands
flitting over Wooyoung's arms.

"Then why do you hate me again," Wooyoung asked.

"I don't, I swear I don't. I just, you said something last night and I panicked," San said
quickly.

"What? I said something and it made you that angry that you just ignored me out of the blue,"
Wooyoung said.

"I wasn't mad at you Wooyoung, I could never be angry with you. I just panicked," San said.

"About what? What could be so bad that it would make you ignore me," Wooyoung asked
sadly.

"It doesn't matter Wooyoung. Like you said, you were drunk and you can't even remember
what happened. I should not have acted the way I did," San said, shaking his head.

"That's not going to fly with me San. Do you know how shitty I felt when I realised you were
actually ignoring me? I thought you cared Sannie," Wooyoung whispered sadly.

"I do Wooyoung, I promise I do. If anything I-I care too much," San said. Wooyoung frowned
and shoved San back, making him stumble a few steps and almost slip in the rain.

"What does, what does that even mean? How can you care too much? What're you talking
about," Wooyoung asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry though, for upsetting you so much and for not answering when
you called," San said.

"No, it does matter. I have a right to know what was so bad that I said that I forced you to
ignore me," Wooyoung said.

"It was nothing Wooyoung," San said.

"No it wasn't. If it was nothing then you wouldn't have cared," Wooyoung said, shaking his
head.

"I'm sorry Youngie," San whispered. Wooyoung shook his head. San was still lying to him.
Why was he still lying to him?

"What did I say," he asked.

"Woo-."
"What did I say? Why can't you just tell me," Wooyoung cut in.

"It's not important," San said quietly.

"Bullshit. What did I say," Wooyoung asked.

"Nothing."

"It was obviously something."

"Wooyoung don't wo-."

"SAN!"

"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" Wooyoung's mouth snapped closed and he stumbled back
a step.

"You said you loved me and I panicked," San whispered. Wooyoung blinked slowly, San's
words sinking in.

"I said I loved you," he said slowly, glancing at San only to see he was looking at the ground.
They both went quiet, the only sound being the rain.

Wooyoung's mind was racing, going over what San had told him. He drunkenly told San that
he loved him and San hated it that much that he panicked and didn't want to see Wooyoung
again. He was so repulsed at the thought of Wooyoung loving him that he tried to get away
from him, to ice him out. He was drunk though, he didn't actually mean it. It's fine, he didn't
mean it, San doesn't need to be repulsed.

"I didn't mean it. I was drunk San, seriously. That's what freaked you out? I don't love you
San," Wooyoung said with a weak chuckle.

"Y-You don't," San asked quietly.

"Of course not. Like I said, I was just drunk," Wooyoung replied quickly.

"O-Oh," San said quietly, glancing down at the ground again.

"Yeah, so you don't need to worry ok," Wooyoung said desperately.

"I wasn't worried. I just, I panicked," San said.

"I know but it's fine now. There's no need to panic," Wooyoung said quickly.

"It wasn-. Yeah, it's fine," San said with a sigh.

"Right, are we good? No more ignoring me," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah of course. Sorry about that, it was stupid," San said.

 "Come on, I'll get you home," he added. Wooyoung smiled and nodded quickly. It was ok, he
and San were ok. He fixed the situation, there's no need to worry. It doesn't matter that his
heart hurts at the thought of San being repulsed by him. All that matters is San doesn't have
to hate him and he isn't leaving him.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 12 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

Who managed to guess it was Bear that was looking after Wooyoung from the person
following him?

What do you guys think about how San acted?

As usual, let me know your favourite parts of this chapter :)

 Chapter 13
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Hey Wooyoung, you should probably head home now." Wooyoung glanced up from his desk
to see the tall assistant in the doorway to the office.

"I've only got a little bit more to do. Dad will be angry if they aren't done before tomorrow,"
Wooyoung said with a sigh as he looked back down at the paperwork. There was the sound of
footsteps before the papers were yanked off his desk.

"Gigi," he whined.

"I don't care what Mr Jung thinks. In less than 30 minutes there's going to be a snowstorm
and I want you home safe," the assistant said.

"Mingi, dad will get mad. He'll take it out on you as well," Wooyoung said.

"I don't care. I would much rather deal with his misplaced anger than have you get hurt trying
to get home during a snowstorm. You can take the paperwork home and finish it there if you
really want but I've already contacted a driver to take you home," Mingi said.

"Fine," Wooyoung replied as he stood up. He really didn't enjoy the idea of being stuck in the
middle of a snowstorm.

"Are you going home as well," Wooyoung asked as he shrugged on his coat and followed
Mingi out of the room, grabbing the papers from his hands.

"Yes. As soon as you're gone, I'm going to lock up and head home," Mingi replied with a nod.

"You should probably put the papers in something. I'm pretty sure it's raining at the moment,"
Mingi said. Wooyoung nodded and slipped them under his jacket before zipping it up.

"Also watch your step outside. It's icy so it's easy to slip," Mingi added.

"Thanks mum," Wooyoung said with a grin. Mingi just chuckled softly and ruffled his hair.
When they got to the front door to the building, Wooyoung turned and hugged Mingi tightly.

"Thank you for worrying about me," he whispered. Lord knows his father would not have the
same care for him unfortunately.

"Of course. Look after yourself and I'll see you when you're in next," Mingi said, patting the
youngers head softly. Wooyoung put his hood over his head before heading outside. It wasn't
raining too much, more just spitting but there was snow on the ground and it was quite
slippery. He tried to hurry up but almost face planted so he slowed down until he got to the
car, hurrying to get inside. The driver drove off as soon as he closed the door and buckled in.
He glanced outside and noticed just how windy it already was.
"Looks like it's going to be a big storm tonight," he said.

"Sure does. It'll be best to stay indoors," the driver replied. Wooyoung nibbled his lip
anxiously before tugging out his phone and dialling Yeosang's number.

"I was just about to call you. Are you on your way home yet? This storm isn't looking too
good," Yeosang said as he answered the phone.

"Yeah I'm heading home now. Mingi wouldn't let me stay any longer," Wooyoung said,
making Yeosang chuckle lightly.

"Are you home yet," Wooyoung added quickly.

"Yeah I got back about an hour ago," Yeosang replied.

"Ok, I should be home in a bit. The roads are icy so we're taking it slow," Wooyoung said.

"Alright, stay safe. I'll see you soon," Yeosang said before hanging up. Wooyoung spent the
rest of the drive home just looking out the window.

"Thank you," he thanked the driver before getting out and heading into the building. The
front desk that would usually have Natalia at this time was empty so Wooyoung figured she
must've gone home to which he was thankful for. He didn't want her struggling to get home
in the storm. He took the elevator to the top, unlocking the door and going inside.

"Honey I'm home," he called out in a high pitched voice.

"Did you bring dinner," Yeosang yelled out from his room. Wooyoung chuckled and closed
the door, heading over to Yeosang's room.

"You're the one that's been here for over an hour, you couldn't have organised dinner," he said
as he crossed his arms and leant against the doorframe. Yeosang was sitting on his bed with
his laptop in his lap.

"I've been busy," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah, well I've got some paperwork to finish but I can cook something after," Wooyoung
said.

"Thanks Youngie," Yeosang said with a grin. Wooyoung rolled his eyes before leaving the
room. He went into his own room and carefully shed his coat and pants, changing into
something more comfortable. The heating was on so he didn't have to worry about getting
cold. Once he was changed, he took the paperwork out to the loungeroom table and
continued to go through. He was only 20 minutes in when Yeosang came out and walked
over, sitting down beside him before he went onto his phone. Wooyoung smiled softly,
appreciating the quiet company from Yeosang.

~~~~~

"Done," he finally declared an hour later.

"It's about time. It's past 7:30 and I'm starving," Yeosang said, leaning back on the chair and
patting his stomach.

"Is that all I'm good for? Just making you food? Am I basically your housewife," Wooyoung
said. Yeosang scoffed and raised his eyebrow.

"Bro I still do your tie for you. I wake you up when you sleep through your alarms. I make
sure you're semi on time for appointments. I-."

"Ok, ok, I get it. I'll go start cooking," Wooyoung said, placing his hand over Yeosang's
mouth to cut him off. Yeosang chuckled as the younger stood up and made his way towards
the kitchen.

"I can help you if you want," he called out.

"Get your ass in here," Wooyoung yelled back. Yeosang jogged over and the two of them
went through what ingredients they had to try and figure out what to have for dinner.

"What about burritos," Yeosang asked as he scanned through the fridge.

"That could work. We've got leftover rice from a few days ago," Wooyoung said with a nod.
The two of them grabbed the needed ingredients and began prepping everything. It took less
than 10 minutes for them to have their burritos made.

"This looks so good," Wooyoung said, his mouth watering at the sight.

"Help me put everything away and then we can eat. Wooyoung quickly put his burrito back
down on the plate and moved to help. Once everything was cleaned up, they both went over
to the couch.

"What do you want to watch," Yeosang asked as he grabbed the remote.

"Can we watch the second Avatar movie," Wooyoung asked.

"Again," Yeosang questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"What, it's good. Plus you're the one who asked me," Wooyoung said with a shrug. Yeosang
chuckled lightly but started flicking through to find the movie.

"I'm going to turn the fireplace on," Wooyoung said as he got up.

"Why? We've already got the heating on," Yeosang said.

"Because it's windy, miserable and I like the aesthetic. Stop being so judgemental,"
Wooyoung said as he got the fireplace going.

"How am I friends with you," Yeosang said with a sigh. Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he
walked over before he flopped back down beside Yeosang.

"I don't remember signing up for constant bullying," Wooyoung said with a sigh.
"I don't remember asking," Yeosang replied. Wooyoung giggled at the response and grabbed
his burrito. Yeosang got the movie going and the two of them sat back, watching and eating
their burritos.

~~~~~

"Hey Yeo, do you think I could ride one of those," Wooyoung asked from where he was
snuggled up in the others arms.

"I highly doubt it. You have horrible balance," Yeosang replied. Wooyoung huffed and his the
olders stomach, making him giggle.

"Asshole," he muttered.

"I'm just stating the facts, no need to get grumpy," Yeosang said. Wooyoung continued to
frown in annoyance but melted when Yeosang tugged him closer. The movie was interrupted
when there was a sudden thump on the front door. Both of their heads instinctively snapped
back to look over at it. It was quiet for a few seconds before Wooyoung tapped Yeosang's arm
a couple of times.

"You should go see what that was," he said as the older paused the movie.

"Me? Why me," Yeosang whispered shouted.

"Cos you're stronger than me and I'm still injured. If it's a serial killer then your screams
while they're killing you will allow me to get a headstart," Wooyoung said.

"A head start where? We're in a penthouse at the top of a hotel with one door for an exit.
What're you going to do, jump out a window and fall to your death," Yeosang said with a
raised eyebrow.

"If I have to. I ain't letting anyone kidnap this fine ass," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"You're an idiot," Yeosang scoffed.

"You wound me. Now go fight off the serial killer," Wooyoung said. Yeosang sighed but sat
up, slipping out from under Wooyoung and standing.

"Do I still have your vintage leather jackets in your will," Wooyoung asked quietly.

"Unfortunately," Wooyoung muttered as he walked off. Wooyoung giggled to himself and

started to move the rubbish into a pile while Yeosang did the investigating though it was most
likely nothing. He jolted at the sound of Yeosang's scream.

"OH MY GOD! WOOYOUNG COME HERE NOW!" Wooyoung was shocked at his best
friend's tone of voice as it's rare that he yells. He shot up quickly and raced to the doorway
where Yeosang was knelt.

"What's wr-." His words cut off as he saw what was wrong. Laying on the ground with their
head in Yeosang's lap unconscious was San, his hair wet and plastered to his forehead. His
face was deathly pale and his lips were tinting blue.

"Fuck, he's freezing. Help me get him inside," Yeosang said quickly. Wooyoung was rooted
to the stop, eyes wide as he took in the state that the fighter was in.

"WOOYOUNG," Yeosang yelled. Wooyoung hurried forwards and grabbed San's icy cold
arm and helped Yeosang drag San into the room. As soon as they were inside, Yeosang
quickly slammed the door closed. Wooyoung was left holding San's arm weakly and looking
down at his pale face.

"Come on, we need to get him into the lounge room," Yeosang said quickly.

"Wh-What? N-No. No he needs to get to a hospital," Wooyoung said shakily.

"Wooyoung, listen to the storm outside. It would be far more dangerous to try and get him to
the hospital right now. He's got hypothermia so we need to warm him up. We can do that,"
Yeosang said.

"I-Is he even still a-alive," Wooyoung whimpered, San's arm slipping from his grip. It hit the
ground with a dull thud and laid there. He truly did look dead. Frozen and unmoving, his
chest barely seeming to move either. Yeosang quickly knelt down and placed his hand to
San's chest.

"He's alive Wooyoung but he's literally freezing right now so you need to snap out of it,"
Yeosang said. Wooyoung sniffled and slowly nodded his head in a daze.

"NOW WOOYOUNG," Yeosang yelled. Wooyoung jumped at Yeosang's voice but was still
frozen in place. Yeosang growled before managing to scoop San up himself. He hurriedly
took him to the loungeroom and laid him down on the couch.

"Shit he's soaking wet," he muttered.

"Wooyoung we need to get his clothes off and get him dry," he said quickly, glancing up to
where Wooyoung was still frozen in the doorway.

"JUNG WOOYOUNG IF YOU DON'T START TO HELP ME GET SAN WARM RIGHT
NOW THEN HE IS ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE," Yeosang screamed at him. He hates
being rough with Wooyoung but the younger really needed it because he was kidding with
what he said.

"I need you to grab some towels, the fluffy ones. Now," Yeosang told him. Wooyoung
quickly rushed to his room, going to his bathroom and grabbing two towels he had set out for
his next shower. When he ran back out to the loungeroom, Yeosang had stripped San down to
his boxes.

"Good. Now help me dry off his skin. We need him to be dry before we can properly warm
him up," Yeosang said. Wooyoung swallowed dryly before nodding. He gave Yeosang one of
the towels before he quickly begun to wipe down San's chest. Yeosang moved to his feet to
start drying him off there. Wooyoung's eyes started to water as his fingers came into contact
with the ice cold skin.

"He's so cold. Why's he so cold," he whispered.

"He has hypothermia Youngie. I think he walked here in the storm," Yeosang said.

"Why would he do that," Wooyoung sniffled, trying to hurry up with the drying.

"I don't know but let's just not worry about it right now," Yeosang said.

"You start trying to dry his hair, I've got the rest," Yeosang told him. Wooyoung nodded and
started to run the towel through San's hair, desperately trying not to look at his face.

"Ok Wooyoung, now I need you to go to your room and grab your fluffy and warm blanket
off your bed," Yeosang said.

"My blanket," Wooyoung questioned.

"Yes. Go get it now," Yeosang said, taking over with drying San's hair. Wooyoung stood up
and ran to his room. He grabbed the end of his blanket and yanked it off his bed, sending his
pillows flying but he didn't care. He rushed back to the loungeroom.

"Good. Now help me move him a little bit closer to the fireplace," Yeosang said.

"A little? We need to put him right in front of the fire so he can warm up quicker," Wooyoung
said with a frown.

"No. No, that's the worst thing we can do. He is freezing right now so we need to gradually
warm him up. If we warm him up too quickly then he can go into shock and it will be worse
for him," Yeosang said.

"Worse as in..."

"As in he dies anyway. So to start off with we're going to wrap him up in your blanket and
put him near the fireplace but not too close alright," Yeosang said. Wooyoung was shocked at
the revelation but he trusted Yeosang. The two of them gently picked San up and carried him
to the ground a couple of meters from the fireplace. Wooyoung could feel the gentle warmth
coming from the fire but it wasn't a searing heat.

"What we're going to do is we're going to sit him up and wrap the blanket around him. You're
going to sit behind him and let him rest against you. Do you think you can do that," Yeosang
asked. Wooyoung nodded and sat down on the floor behind San. Yeosang managed to wrap
the blanket around San's frame before resting him back into Wooyoung's waiting arms.
Wooyoung adjusted San so he was sitting sideways with his left side facing the fireplace and
his right side leaning against Wooyoung's chest. Wooyoung glanced down at San's face and
the tears instantly came back to his eyes. San's face was still deathly pale and his lips had the
slight blue tinge. He let out a dry sob and the tears started to fall as he clutched San tighter.
"Oh Woo," Yeosang whispered as he sat down next to the two boys. He placed his hand on
Wooyoung's back and rubbed it gently.

"He c-can't die," Wooyoung cried.

"We're doing everything we can for him Youngie," Yeosang replied gently. Wooyoung sobbed
and shook his head.

"I made it awkward," he cried. Yeosang hushed him gently but Wooyoung didn't calm down.

"Sangie. Sang I t-told him I loved him," Wooyoung said. Yeosang jolted at his words, not
having expected to hear that.

"That's great. So are you two together now or what," Yeosang asked softly. He wasn't sure
why that would make things awkward because from what he's seen, San thinks Wooyoung is
the most precious person in the world.

"No it's not. I was drunk and then he ignored me. So when I found out what I said, I told him
it wasn't true. I tried to do damage control but the last three days he's been so awkward with
me. I've put him off even though I took it back," Wooyoung rushed out before choking on
another sob. Yeosang sighed and shuffled closer, wrapping his arm around Wooyoung's
shoulders to comfort him. He knows for sure that Wooyoung loves San, it is so obvious to
him. His best friend was falling in love from the very first time his eyes landed on San in the
ring.

"Sweetheart, why did you take it back? Why did you lie," Yeosang said softly, brushing
Wooyoung's hair back from his forehead. Wooyoung felt like a weight had been lifted from
his chest at the confirmation from his brother, the person who knows him best in the world.

"I don't know. I w-was scared I guess," Wooyoung said with a sniffle.

"Oh darling," Yeosang whispered, moving closer as he drew Wooyoung's head into his chest.
He ran his fingers through his hair as the younger sobbed into his chest.

"He c-can't d-die," Wooyoung sobbed. Yeosang glanced at San's face, letting out a slight
breath of relief. He still didn't look great but his face was slightly less pale and the blue tint
was slowly dying down.

"He's not going ok. Look at him, look at San Youngie. He's gaining back some colour. He
didn't stop breathing and his heart was still beating so that won't be an issue. I know we can
make sure he's ok," Yeosang said firmly. Wooyoung quickly lifted up his head and looked
over at San who was still leant against his chest. He gently cupped San's face with his hand,
finding it was still quite cold under his palm. He pulled away from Yeosang and wiped his
eyes before wrapping both his arms around San/ he moved San's head up to rest against his
neck. It was freezing but Wooyoung knew the skin-to-skin contact would help San warm up
better.

"Hey Sangie," he whispered.

"Yes Woo," Yeosang replied.

"If San ever cuts me off, will you be there to hold me while I cry my heart out," Wooyoung
asked.

"Of course I will," Yeosang said with a not.

"Let's bring him a bit closer to the fire now," Yeosang said. Wooyoung nodded so the two
conscious boys moved the unconcious one a metre or two closer to the fire. Wooyoung felt
the warmth pick up a bit but not too much which was good. He lowered his head and gently
pressed his lips to San's head.

"You're going to be ok," he whispered. Yeosang slipped his hand under the blankets and
nodded to himself when he felt that San's skin was definitely slowly warming up.

"Are you alright to stay here with San," Yeosang asked Wooyoung.

"Yeah, I've got him," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"Ok, you call for me if you need anything. I will come out and check on you two every once
in a while," Yeosang said. He'd done what he needs to do, now he thinks it's best to leave
Wooyoung to keep an eye on him. Wooyoung breathed out deeply when Yeosang left the
room, holding San close.

~~~~~

Over the next hour, Wooyoung was constantly checking on San's temperature to make sure he
was still warming up. By the hour, Wooyoung had moved them even closer to the fireplace.
San's lips were back to their full colour and so was his face, however he was still
unconscious. Wooyoung was desperately trying to stay awake but the warmth and the time of
night were really getting to him. He felt his eyes drooping constantly and he kept nodding off
for a few seconds before catching himself.

"How's it going," Yeosang asked quietly as he walked out to check on them again.

"Still good but I'm getting pretty tired," Wooyoung admitted.

"That's ok. I can grab some pillows and you can nap for a bit. San will still be right there with
you so if anything changes, you're right beside him," Yeosang said. Wooyoung hesitated but
he glanced down at San, relaxing when he saw how much better San looked than when they
first found him.

"Yes please," he said. Yeosang left and came back a minute later with a large pillow. He
placed it on the ground and Wooyoung laid down, gently resting his head on the end of his
pillow and keeping San in his arms. There was a click and the lights flicked off, leaving the
glow of the fire as the source of light. Yeosang came back and gently unwrapped the blanket
from around San, leaving his body to rest against Wooyoung.

"Hey Yeosang, I don't think he would be too comfortable with being this exposed against
me," Wooyoung said quietly.
"I'll grab a different blanket so he won't overheat," Yeosang said. He left and came back with
a light bed sheet. He wrapped San up again before placing him back in Wooyoung's arms.

"Do you want the blanket on or is the fire warm enough," Yeosang asked gently.

"I want to make sure Sannie is warm enough so put it on," Wooyoung said. Yeosang nodded
and laid it lightly over the two of them.

"Alright, you get some rest now," Yeosang whispered, placing a delicate kiss to Wooyoung's
forehead.

"I love you so much Yeo," Wooyoung whispered.

"I love you just as much Woo," Yeosang said softly before he went back to his room.
Wooyoung held San close and let his eyes slip closed. His fingers slipped down to San's neck
until he found the steady thrum of San's pulse. He slowly drifted off to sleep with the relief
that San should be ok. They'd done what they could to help him.

~~~~~

Wooyoung jolted awake all of a sudden, not fully understanding why. His eyes blinked open
and he glanced around the room before looking down into San's eyes. His eyes. His sleepy
but open eyes that were blinking up at him.

"Sannie. Oh thank god. A-Are you ok? C-Can you speak? Ca-."

"I'm ok," San said quietly, his voice a little raspy. Wooyoung let out a light sob of relief,
sitting up and dragging San up with him as he hugged him tightly. San's arms slowly slipped
from the blanket and wrapped around Wooyoung's waist.

"S-San, I need to tell you something," Wooyoung said shakily.

"Yeah," San asked softly. Wooyoung drew in a shaky breath, trying to muster up the courage
to say what he needed to say.

"Promise you won't hate me," he asked. San sighed and rubbed his back softly.

"I could never hate you Woo. Whatever you want to tell me, go ahead," San said.

"I-I'm really sorry. I know th-that I'm probably sending mixed signals but I l-lied to you,"
Wooyoung said nervously. San frowned and pulled back so they could look at each other.

"Lied to me about what," he questioned. Wooyoung drew in a deep breath.

"You know that saying about drunk words being sober thoughts," he asked.

"Yeah," San replied slowly. His mind locked on one specific thing and his heart started to
race.
"I'm so scared of losing you and after seeing how you reacted and how disgusted you were, I
tried to take it back. But then I saw you half-dead in the doorway and I can't, I can't lie
anymore. I have never felt this way about anyone before but there's no doubt in my mind that
I love you," Wooyoung rushed out. His eyes were getting watery again, fearful for San's
reaction. San was silent, his mouth shut and his eyes watching Wooyoung closely.

"Are you joking? Cos you keep saying d-."

"I'm not. I'm really not and I'm so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," Wooyoung
whispered, unable to stop the tears from falling. His heart was racing and he was so scared
that this was going to be the end of their friendship.

"Wooyoung, I was never disgusted or uncomfortable with what you said," San said softly.

"What do you mean? You ignored me the day after," Wooyoung said.

"Because I panicked Wooyoung. You were drunk and all over me so I wasn't sure what to
think. Not to mention that the only person I can remember telling me that they loved me is
Hongjoong," San explained.

"Oh. So it doesn't disgust you," Wooyoung asked.

"No, of course not. I would have told you that day but I wasn't sure if you meant it and then
you took it back," San said.

"I only said that because I thought you might be upset with me," Wooyoung said.

"Well we're idiots aren't we," San joked lightly as he wiped the tears from Wooyoung's eyes.
Wooyoung sniffled and hugged San's waist, tugging him closer.

"Hey Wooyoung," San whispered. Wooyoung hummed in reply, resting his head down on
San's.

"I um, I'm pretty sure I love you too," San said quietly. Wooyoung shot up straight at those
words, his heart skipping a beat.

"You what," he asked.

"I mean I'm not exactly great with feelings but I can tell I care about you a lot. I do love you,
but not like how I love Hongjoong, it's different. I'm sorry I can't give you more than that,"
San said with a sigh.

"Don't be. This is more than that," Wooyoung said, unable to keep the smile from slipping
onto his face. San was a little nervous but when he saw the smile on Wooyoung's face, his
own lit up.

"Yeah," he asked and Wooyoung nodded, pressing a kiss to San's forehead.

"I love you so much," he whispered, making San chuckle lightly.

"I'm glad. I um, I was pretty sad when you said you didn't," San said quietly.

"I'm sorry. I was seriously scared you were uncomfortable and I didn't want to lose you,"
Wooyoung said.

"You won't. You won't ever lose me unless I'm like, dead," San said. Wooyoung's mind
drifted to seeing San unconscious and frozen in the doorway.

"You almost did die Sannie. What the hell were you thinking? You were frozen in our
doorway, I was terrified," Wooyoung said sadly.

"I'm sorry," San whispered, pecking the youngers cheek softly.

"Why would you even try to come here in the middle of a snowstorm? It's a wonder you even
made it to our door," Wooyoung said.

"Oh, ah. See there's this thing with our building. Whenever there is a storm or something that
might shut off the power, they switch off the main power and go to a backup generator. You
have to pay an extra $200 in order to use it. If you don't have the money then you don't get
any power which means no heating," San said. Wooyoung gasped at that, thinking how cold
it must be in those rooms as he couldn't see any insulation.

"I missed a few fights so I only had about $12 and then $50 in my back up for emergencies
fund. I gave it to Hongjoong and Seonghwa so they could pull enough money together for
their room," San explained.

"Why wouldn't they help you though? Or at least why wouldn't they let you stay with them,"
Wooyoung asked. He would never be able to forgive himself if he left a friend to freeze.

"Obviously I didn't tell them I didn't have the money for me. If I did then they wouldn't have
taken the money and they wouldn't have had heating. Their room is smaller than mine and
only costs $170 to get the generator but there isn't enough space for three people and I needed
to make sure they were at least ok," San said.

"I figured that if I was going to freeze to death anyway, I might as well go somewhere that I
can be looked after better. And you know, if I died, at least I would be able to see your pretty
face one more time," San said with a shrug, making Wooyoung chuckle. Wooyoung decided
not to point out that San was unconscious before he got inside so he never actually got to see
him.

"What the owners of the building are doing is illegal. They're exploiting you all for money,"
Wooyoung said.

"They've been doing it for ages Woo, they aren't going to change," San sighed. Wooyoung
sighed and pulled San into a tighter hug, rubbing his back gently.

"I'm sorry you've been dealing with this," Wooyoung said.

"It's ok, it's not your fault. Thank you for helping me. It's hard for me to ask for help but I'm
glad you answered when I did," San said.
 "It's not really me you should be thanking. I kind of froze and Yeosang took charge,"
Wooyoung admitted.

"Well I'll have to thank him when I see him but I'm still thankful for you," San said. The two
of them sat together in each other's arms, just enjoying being close. Wooyoung eventually
broke the silence with something that had been weighing on him.

"Are you still doing the fight," he asked. San immediately knew what he was talking about
and he sighed.

"Yeah, I am. This is one fight I will not back out of. Zeus is an ass, not even just to me but to
everyone. Bear told me what happened a couple of nights ago and I almost lost my shit. I'm
so, so sorry I didn't answer your call," San said with a frown.

"No that's fine, I just don't want you to go through with the fight. I don't want you to kill
him," Wooyoung said.

"Woo, I'm sorry but I'm not changing my mind," San said firmly.

"Please Sannie," Wooyoung begged. San sighed and tugged Wooyoung down to lay with him
as he laid on his back.

"Let's talk about this some other time. It's really late now," he said quietly. Wooyoung wasn't
happy about it but San almost died a few hours ago so for now he's just going to enjoy having
him close.

"I love you," San whispered and Wooyoung's heart lifted. He snuggled up to San's side,
nuzzling his head onto his shoulder.

"I love you too," he said happily. He does, he really does and he's not going to try and deny it
anymore. He loves the boy in his arms and he's going to do everything he can help him in
life.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 13 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

Let me know what your favourite moments in this chapter were!

 Chapter 14
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung stirred awake at the feeling of movement in the bed, latching on to the body
beside him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I have to get up but you can go back to sleep," San
whispered and Wooyoung felt him place a soft kiss to his forehead.

"No, stay," Wooyoung whined, nuzzling closer. San chuckled lightly and ran his fingers
through Wooyoung's hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Wooyoung melted at the action, letting
out a happy hum.

"As much as I would love to stay here with you and I really would, I can't. I've got a very
important fight today and I need to make sure I'm prepared for it in every way possible," San
said softly. Wooyoung stiffened at his words and San sighed, cutting in before the other could
even open his mouth.

"We've had this conversation numerous times in the past two weeks Woo and my answer still
isn't changing," San said. Wooyoung's eyes finally slipped open and he frowned as he saw
San watching him with gentle eyes. He huffed and removed himself from San's side, instead
rolling to face the other way and curling up.

"Hey, don't be like that Youngie," San said as he shuffled to press up against Wooyoung's
back, slipping an arm around his waist. Wooyoung quickly grabbed San's arm and shoved it
away, making the fighter sigh fondly.

"Are you getting grumpy with me," he asked softly.

"You said to go back to sleep so I'm going back to sleep," Wooyoung muttered.

"Sounds like you're grumpy with me," San murmured, placing a light kiss to the back of
Wooyoung's neck. Wooyoung shivered but didn't turn around.

"Can you stop being mad at me," San asked with a giggle. Wooyoung remained quiet but he
let out a sniffle as his eyes welled up with tears. San froze at the sound before sitting up
quickly and turning Wooyoung onto his back so he could see him. The younger didn't put up
a fight and San's heart broke at the tears sliding down his beautiful face.

"Oh Woo, baby," San whispered. Wooyoung let out a small sob and shook his head. San
quickly scooped him up into his lap and held him tightly.

"Shh, don't cry. It's ok," he said softly. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around his neck and
clung to him as he continued to cry, his tears wetting San's skin. San just continued to hold
him, rubbing his back softly. It took a few minutes for Wooyoung's cries to quieten down
before he let out a few last sniffles.

"Feel any better," San asked gently.

"No," Wooyoung replied miserably. San frowned and leaned back slightly to look at the
younger, wiping his eyes gently to get rid of the tears.

"Talk to me. What's going on," San asked.

"You already know what's going on San," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"I'm gonna need more than that Woo. Being mad at me for not agreeing with you shouldn't
make you cry," San said.

"I'm not mad at you, I never said I was. I'm scared for you," Wooyoung said. The fight had
been eating away at him for weeks and he tried every way he could to stop San from going
through with it. He felt guilty because it was all his fault. San was either going to become a
murderer or die.

"You've got nothing to be scared for," San said.

"Don't I? You could die San. And if you don't die then you will have killed someone. What is
there not to be scared for," Wooyoung said angrily.

"This isn't something I want you worrying about Woo, it's got nothing to do with you," San
said.

"It's got nothing to do with me? San it's got everything to do with me. It is literally because of
me that you challenged him to this fight," Wooyoung exclaimed as he slid off San's lap to sit
beside him.

"I don't want you worrying about this Wooyoung. Someone was bound to put Zeus in his
place, he just got dealt a bad card with who," San said.

"San I love you, so much. I care about you, so much. How am I supposed to not worry? I
found out 3 days ago that you love me too, 3 days ago. We've had no time together, we
haven't had a chance to do anything. I have faith in you but what if, what if something goes
wrong," Wooyoung said, his voice going quiet at the end. San paused at that, contemplating
how to reply.

"I know it's not fair to tell you not to worry but I promise everything is going to be ok," San
said.

"That's not something you can promise me San," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"I know I shouldn't but I'm going to. I promise you that no matter what, I will make sure that
you're going to be ok," San said firmly.
"But what about you," Wooyoung asked. San sighed and slipped his hand into Wooyoung's,
squeezing it softly.

"We're going to be ok," he whispered. Wooyoung wasn't convinced but he didn't refute.

"Come and get me before you go to the ring. If you don't then I'm walking by myself,"
Wooyoung said.

"I know. I'll make sure I come and get you," San promised.

"Good. You can go now," Wooyoung said with a sigh. San frowned, feeling uneasy leaving
Wooyoung alone when he was so clearly still upset. He got off the bed and grabbed his shirt,
slipping it on quickly before turning back to the boy laying on the bed.

"Come here," he said, holding out his arms. Wooyoung shuffled to the edge of the bed and
San picked him up swiftly, slipping an arm under his thighs and the other across his back.
Wooyoung's arms wrapped around his waist. San carried him out of his room, across the hall
and into Yeosang's room. Wooyoung smiled softly to himself, understanding what San was
doing. San gently placed Wooyoung down on the bed beside Yeosang, lifting the covers so he
could slip underneath. Wooyoung curled up to Yeosang's back and San tucked the blanket
over his body.

"Get some more sleep and remember that I love you," San whispered. Wooyoung glanced at
him sleepily, nodding lightly.

"Love you too," Wooyoung replied quietly. San have him one last smile before leaving the
room. Wooyoung let out a breath as soon as the door closed and curled close to Yeosang.
Yeosang stirred slightly but just grabbed Wooyoung's hand that was resting on his stomach.
Wooyoung let his eyes slip closed and tried to push his worries away to focus on getting
some more sleep.

~~~~~

"Stop pacing, San won't be here for another hour," Yeosang said as he glanced up from his
laptop to see Wooyoung walking up and down near the foot of the bed.

"I'm worried," Wooyoung said.

"I couldn't tell. There's no need to be this worried right now though," Yeosang said.

"You can't tell me what I should or should not be worried about Yeosang. You have no idea
how I'm feeling right now," Wooyoung snapped. Yeosang frowned and closed his laptop,
moving it to his bedside table.

"Come here," he said softly, beckoning Wooyoung over. Wooyoung bit his bottom lip guiltily
before walking over. Yeosang tugged him down so he was sitting on the edge beside him.

"Sweetheart I worry for you every day, more so nowadays with everything that's been going
on. I know it may not be the exact same but I understand the worry," Yeosang said.
"Sangie, he could die," Wooyoung said.

"I know. But he could also die pretty much every day," Yeosang said.

"But this is my fault Yeosang, don't you understand," Wooyoung said. Yeosang sighed and
slipped his hand into the youngers.

"It's not. You can't blame yourself for what happens in that ring tonight. San is a grown man,
he can make his own decisions. You've tried every possible way you can to stop him from
going through with it. He is the one who has decided he's doing it so it's not on you, it's his
decision," Yeosang said. Wooyoung sighed unhappily.

"I just don't want him hurt," Wooyoung said quietly.

"I know. But right now nothing is wrong, he's not even at the ring yet," Yeosang said.
Wooyoung drew in a deep breath and nodded. He crawled properly onto the bed, laying on
top of Yeosang and hugging him. Yeosang chuckled but hugged him back.

"I'll be there with you the entire fight Woo. You can hold my hand if you want to," Yeosang
said as he pat the youngers back.

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Yeosang could tell Wooyoung
needed the comfort now as well so he allowed the younger to cuddle with him for a few
minutes before they were interrupted by a phone ringing. Wooyoung sighed and sat up,
pulling out his phone before frowning when he saw the number.

"Hello," he said slowly as he answered, his hand scrunching into a fist.

"Sorry to bother you Wooyoung but Mr Jung left a heap of paperwork regarding one of the
new projects and he wants you to sort it out ASAP," Mingi said. Wooyoung froze and his
heart skipped a beat.

"I can't Mingi, not today," he said. Yeosang shot up quickly with wide eyes as he heard
Wooyoung's words.

"I'm sorry Wooyoung, Mr Jung was very adamant that you get it sorted tonight," Mingi said.
Wooyoung tried not to panic at the thought of missing San's fight. It's bad enough the other
was going through it, the mere thought of not knowing what was happening had panic
threatening to set in.

"Mingi. I-I can't. Not tonight, I can't tonight," Wooyoung said quickly.

"I'm so sorry bu-."

"What's going on," Yeosang cut in as he snatched the phone from Wooyoung's hands.

"Ah, Yeosang. Wooyoung needs to come into work today to sort out some paperwork that
needs to be finished by tonight," Mingi explained. Yeosang frowned at that, glancing to
Wooyoung who was nervously fiddling with his fingers in his lap. There is no way
Wooyoung can miss this fight, the worry would eat him alive.
"Can you do it tomorrow," Yeosang asked, hearing Mingi sigh on the other end of the line.

"Mr Jung said tonight, sorry," Mingi said quietly.

"Wooyoung can't come in today. I've been home all day looking after him because he's sick
and throwing up," Yeosang lied. Wooyoung glanced at him hopefully, slipping his hand into
Yeosang's.

"Shit, that's not good. I definitely don't want him to get worse. I would try to get it done
myself but I don't have the time, I have too much other stuff to do," Mingi said.

"He just said he wanted them sorted by tonight right? That was his only requirement,"
Yeosang asked.

"Uh, yeah. Why," Mingi questioned.

"I'll come in and do it. I've helped out with stuff before and I do work like this all the time for
my dads company," Yeosang suggested.

"Yes, that would work. That would be great. How soon can you come in," Mingi asked
quickly.

"Probably half an hour to 45 minutes," Yeosang replied.

"Great, great, I'll see you then. Tell Woo I hope he feels better soon," Mingi said before
hanging up.

"It's ok, you're still going to the fight," Yeosang reassured Wooyoung who still seemed
slightly panicked.

"But you aren't," Wooyoung whispered.

"That's ok, you'll be fine without me. I know I promised to hold your hand but you're going to
be fine," Yeosang said. Wooyoung panicked and stood up quickly with side eyes.

"What if he dies? Oh my god Yeosang, what if he dies? What do I do? Where do I go? What
if he dies and th-."

"Stop! Stop it right now. Panicking about what ifs is going to get you nowhere," Yeosang said
firmly as he stood up as well.

"They are valid what ifs Sangie," Wooyoung said quickly.

"Look, I'll keep my phone on in case you desperately need me but you'll be fine. San will be
there and he would do everything in his power to protect you and keep you safe! And if
something happens to him then you've still got Hongjoong and I've heard that Bear is also
keeping an eye on you," Yeosang said. Wooyoung still felt uneasy but he drew in deep
breaths to calm himself down before stepping forwards and hugging Yeosang tightly.
"I can't wait for this all to be over," he whispered. Yeosang chuckled lightly and gave his
back a gentle pat.

"Me too Woo, me too," he muttered.

"Thank you for agreeing to go in to do the paperwork for me," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Of course. I knew it would be hell for you to be stuck there while not knowing what was
happening with San," Yeosang said.

"I appreciate it," Wooyoung mumbled as he squeezed Yeosang tightly.

"I know. Now let me go so I can get ready," Yeosang said. Wooyoung sighed but did as
asked, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself.

~~~~~

Yeosang ended up leaving half an hour later after reassuring Wooyoung that his phone would
remain on in case something went wrong. Wooyoung was then left alone in the apartment. He
first went to his room and grabbed a change of clothes before going to his bathroom. He got
undressed as he started the shower before stepping in, letting the hot water trail down his
body as he let go of all his thoughts. He just relaxed as best as he could and washed his body
before stepping back out and wrapping his towel around his waist. He stepped up in front of
the mirror and paused, sighing heavily as he saw himself. He was well due for a haircut, or
possibly just a dye. He hesitantly glanced down at his torso before shaking his head and
looking away. He quickly got changed into his clothes, a hoodie and some semi decent slacks
before leaving the bathroom. He was in his room for a few minutes before he heard knocking
on the front door to the penthouse. He hurriedly rushed from the room, going to the front
door. San was waiting there when he opened the door and he hugged him tightly.

"Hey Woo, everything ok," San asked as he hugged him back gently.

"It's all the same. I just wanted to hug you," Wooyoung mumbled. San chuckled lightly but
hugged him tightly, rocking them side to side slightly.

"Are you ready to head out now," San asked gently.

"Yeah, I'll just need to put on my shoes," Wooyoung replied quietly. San nodded and waited
as Wooyoung went and put on his shoes before returning. San frowned at how quiet
Wooyoung was being so he gently placed two fingers under the youngers chin and tilted it up
so they were looking at each other.

"You doing ok," he asked softly.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Wooyoung stuttered in reply. He was fine, he just didn't want San to do
this fight. San sighed and stepped forwards, resting his forehead against Wooyoung's.

"I'm sorry about causing you all of this stress but I need to do this," San whispered.
"I'm ok," Wooyoung replied. San sighed but let it go, stepping back and slipping his hand into
Wooyoung's. Wooyoung held San's hand tightly and linked their fingers together. They left
the building and started the walk to the ring together. With every step, Wooyoung's dread
grew.

"You're awfully quiet," San spoke up softly.

"I'm just thinking," Wooyoung replied. San glanced down at the younger boy nervously. He
yanked him closer, moving his hand up to wrap around his shoulder. Wooyoung stopped
walking suddenly and turned to San, wrapping his arms around his waist, burying his head
into his chest. San reacted quickly, hugging him back tightly. They were both quiet before
Wooyoung's shoulders started shaking. He tried not to start crying but he couldn't help it. He
was still quite worried and felt overwhelmed. San clenched his eyes closed and held
Wooyoung tighter.

"Please don't cry. Please don't Wooyoung," he begged. Wooyoung let out a small sob.

"You're making me feel so guilty for doing this Woo. Please just, just try to hold it in. I can't
do this when I feel like the worst person in the world because I keep making you cry," San
said. Wooyoung sniffled and pulled back.

"But I don't want you to do it," he said with a sniffle.

"I know that but I need to do this fight, I need to Wooyoung. But in order to do that, I need to
have you with me on this. Please Youngie," San begged. His voice was shaky and Wooyoung
noticed that the fighters eyes were slightly watery.

"Do I really affect you that much," he asked quietly.

"Yes Wooyoung, you do. I just, I need to explain some things to you but I don't want to do
that in the middle of the street. Let's go to my warmup room and talk properly," San said.
Wooyoung nodded and wiped his eyes before grabbing San's hand once again. They
remained hand in hand until they got to the alley by the ring when they finally let go. The
guard let them in as soon as saw Lynx, stepping aside so they could walk inside. Wooyoung
perked up as soon as he noticed his favourite bartender and walked over.

"Hey Hongjoong. Long time no see," he said as he sat down. Hongjoong glanced up and
smiled happily before walking over.

"Hey Wooyoung, how's it going Lynx," he said, giving a nod in San's direction to which the
fighter reciprocated.

"Not too bad all things considered. How've you been," Wooyoung asked.

"Pretty good. I'm glad you're here today," Hongjoong replied, his eyes darting briefly to San.
San sighed before gently guiding Wooyoung away from the bar. Wooyoung quickly waved
goodbye to Hongjoong before following San to the door at the back of the room. They went
down the hall and slipped into San's warmup room.
"So uh, you still want to tell me something," Wooyoung asked. San nodded and grabbed
Wooyoung's hand, tugging them over to the couch where they both sat down. San let out a
deep breath and turned his body to face Wooyoung, slipping his other hand into Wooyoung's
other as well.

"I haven't told you much of my childhood have I," he asked, Wooyoung shaking his head in
reply.

"I know you started fighting professionally when you were 18 and you um, you once
mentioned a foster home I think," Wooyoung said quietly.

"I'm not going to bore you with all of the details in my life but I do think explaining some of
it to you will help you understand why you mean so much to me ok, why I have to do this,"
San said. Wooyoung could tell that San was nervous, could see how he was nibbling on his
lower lip anxiously. He quickly squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"Nothing about you could bore me," he said softly, making San smile softly, a dimple
popping out.

"I'm not lying so go ahead, tell me about young Sannie," Wooyoung said.

"Ok, well I'll start off by letting you know both of my parents died in a car crash when I was
five." Wooyoung gasped at his words but San just gave him a soft smile.

"It's ok, I was only five so I don't even remember them at all. After they passed, I had no
other family members so I was put into foster care. Over the next five years I was put into
about eight different foster homes but none of them stuck for long and I can't really
remember those homes anyway. When I was 10, I ended up in a group home. The couple that
lived there fostered 7 or 8 kids into their house over the years that I was there. They always
had at least five kids living with them at one time but it wasn't because they loved kids, it's
because they loved the monthly payments they received for each kid," San said with a sigh.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Wooyoung said. His parents, while they stopped paying him
much attention when he was 9, they still loved him in their own twisted way and made sure
he was cared for.

"It's ok, it's not your fault. I actually met Hongjoong two years later when he was brought in
as well. He was the only person I got close to, the one who looked after me. The rest of the
kids weren't great people and could certainly not be trusted. Some nights I would sleep in
Hongjoong's room and he would barricade it closed. Though I think that was more when My
Kim got drunk," San explained.

"Wait, you'd hide when he was drunk? Was he abusive," Wooyoung asked worriedly.

"He wasn't the worst he could be but he would knock us around a bit. When he was drunk
though, he would go crazy. He was the reason I decided to learn how to fight when I was 16,"
San replied.

"Shit. I'm so sorry that happened to you Sannie, you were just a kid," Wooyoung said sadly.
 "It's fine. Hongjoong was kicked out when he turned 18 but he kept in contact with me to
make sure I was still doing ok. He would have gotten me out but he would not have had
enough money to look after him. When I turned 18, I was kicked out with nothing but the
clothes on my back. I moved in with Hongjoong and he introduced me to the fighting scene
so I could make some money while he bartended," San said.

"When did you move into your own place," Wooyoung asked.

"It took me about a year to start making enough money to be able to pay rent," San said.
Wooyoung squeezed San's hands, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs.

"My whole life I've struggled with knowing who I can trust. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and
Jongho are the only people I've truly gotten close to in my life. They're the only ones I trust
and it took ages for those bonds to grow, months to years. I don't trust people easily. I have
walls built up to protect myself and they're damn hard to break down," San said. Wooyoung's
eyes widened in surprise.

"Those walls came crumbling down within weeks of meeting you Wooyoung. They were
gone so quickly. I care so much about you, I love you and it's because of how much I care for
you that I can't just let Zeus get away with what he did. I cannot let him go around the streets
thinking he can hurt you," San said firmly, his eyes not blinking as he stared into Wooyoung's
eyes to show his sincerity. Wooyoung moved forwards, climbing into San's lap before settling
down and hugging him. San slipped his arms around his waist and held him close. Wooyoung
nuzzled his face into his neck and placed a soft kiss to it.

"I don't want you to do this fight, we both know that. But if doing this will help you feel
better, will help you be more at ease that I'm safer, then there's nothing I will do to stop you,"
Wooyoung said. San let out a breath and pressed his lips to Wooyoung's hair.

"Thank you. I know I said I was going to do it anyway but it was killing me to see you in so
much pain over this," San said softly.

"Just promise me you won't die out there," Wooyoung whispered.

"I'm not going to. I promise you by the end of tonight everything is going to be ok," San
promised firmly.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 14 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading

We finally got a backstory of San, what did you all think?

Let me know what your favourite moments of this chapter was

The next chapter shall be a fun one, it will finally get to the fight between Lynx and
Zeus. What are your predictions of what will happen?
 Chapter 15
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"You look hot. It's nice I can that now rather than just thinking it," Wooyoung said with a
small smile as he watched San strap up his hands. San was wearing his white sleeveless shirt
and black leather pants, the muscles of his arms on full display. San paused what he was
doing and glanced at Wooyoung who was on the couch. A small smirk graced the fighters
lips.

"How often do you think it," he asked.

"Often enough," Wooyoung replied with a shrug. San chuckled and continued to wrap his
hands.

"The thought that crosses my mind constantly is how beautiful you are. That mole under your
eye is so pretty," San said, not looking up from his hands. Wooyoung looked over at him in
surprise, not having expected his words. He by no means would use beautiful as a way to
describe himself.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

"You know you're beautiful right. You're the prettiest person I've ever seen and I've seen a lot
of people," San said, this time raising his head to look at the younger who had wide eyes and
a red tint on his cheeks.

"You don't need to play it up," Wooyoung said quietly.

"I'm not," San replied with a frown.

"Sure," Wooyoung scoffed, rolling his eyes. San frowned even more at that, not liking
Wooyoung's words. He quickly ripped his tape and stuck it down before getting up and going
over to Wooyoung. He grabbed Wooyoung's hands and tugged him up. He lifted up his hand
and cupped Wooyoung's face, rubbing his thumb across his cheek, brushing over his mole.

"I'm being truthful Youngie. You're so beautiful, sometimes I just can't keep my eyes off of
you. I just wish you could see that as well," San said gently. Wooyoung sighed and shook his
head.

"I do appreciate your words San but I just don't see it. I'm not like you, I don't have any
muscle. And I'm not like Yeosang, I don't have his looks. I'm just boring old me," Wooyoung
whispered. San shook his head adamantly at that.

"You don't need to be me or Yeosang. You're your own person and I find you absolutely
breath-taking," San said softly, leaning forwards and placing a delicate kiss to Wooyoung's
mole. Wooyoung smiled softly at that, wrapping his arms around San's waist and hugging
him tightly.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, very much," San replied, hugging him back tightly and nuzzling his head
against the others. Wooyoung let his eyes slip closed and leant against San, basking in the
safety and comfort of his arms. San stayed how he was, knowing Wooyoung very much
needed the hug. They were interrupted by a knock on the door and San tensed before relaxing
as he heard the voice on the other side.

"It's just me," Hongjoong said.

"Come in," San said. Hongjoong opened the door and slipped inside before closing it again
quickly.

"You almost ready? They're going to call you out in about 5 minutes," Hongjoong said. San
nodded and pulled away from Wooyoung.

"I'm ready," he said firmly. Hongjoong glanced over at Wooyoung who was looking down at
the ground.

"5 more minutes," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Technically 10. It's just 5 until I come out," San said, reaching up and ruffling Wooyoung's
hair. Wooyoung frowned and slapped his hand away before giving him a small smile to show
he wasn't too mad.

"Can you go grab some chalk from my bag Woo," San asked. Wooyoung nodded and got up,
going over to San's bag. San quickly stepped closer to Hongjoong to whisper into his ear.

"Remember your promise." Hongjoong nodded and pat San's back softly, glancing over at the
youngest in the room.

"Got it," Wooyoung said as he grabbed the jar and stood up, going over to San again.

"Thanks," San said, grabbing the jar from him.

"Good luck and don't die," Hongjoong said, pulling San into a tight hug.

"I won't. I'll see you after the fight," San replied, hugging him back tightly. They pat each
other's backs firmly before pulling apart. Hongjoong waved goodbye to both boys before
leaving the room. San quickly put some chalk onto his hands before clapping them together.

"You prepared for this," Wooyoung asked.

"As best as I can be. Don't stress," San replied.

"I can't help it," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"I know. Would you like another hug," San asked softly as he stepped closer. Wooyoung
nodded and quickly moved forwards, hugging him tightly as he squeezed his eyes closed.
Wooyoung buried his face into the fighters neck and inhaled deeply. He tried to slow down
his heart, taking deep breaths. He really doesn't want San to do this but it's too late now
because there's mere minutes before San has to go out.

"Please don't die. Please don't leave me. I can't lose you," he choked out. San clenched his
arms tighter around Wooyoung, almost cutting off his breath but Wooyoung didn't mind in
the slightest.

"I love you. I promise I'm not going anywhere," San said firmly. Wooyoung sniffled before
nodding and pulling away. He wasn't crying but his eyes were watery.

"I love you too," Wooyoung whispered.

"Come on," San said. The two of them left the room and went down the hall, through the
door to the other hall and up the stairs before pausing. Wooyoung drew in a shaky breath,
trying to calm his nerves as he heard people cheering. He wasn't even the one fighting and yet
he was terrified.

"It's going to be ok," San whispered.

"And now, the challenger of this fight. The man who hasn't lost a fight in over 3 years. He's
quick, he's cunning, he's everybody's favourite. It's Lynx!" San strode forwards and
Wooyoung followed him. When he got to the opening of the box, he split off and slipped into
a seat, sitting down on the middle chair. The cheers in the crowd were deafening, people
chanting Lynx's name. San went around doing his pre-game routine but Wooyoung's eyes
drifted over to the other fighter in the ring. Zeus's eyes were already locked on him, a smirk
on his face. His gaze made Wooyoung feel uneasy and he shifted uncomfortably, looking
down as the memories of the alley drifted back.

The crowd suddenly roared and Wooyoung quickly looked back up to find San had pinned
Zeus back against the chains, his hands clutching his shirt. A couple of security rushed into
the ring and pulled them apart, shoving San back towards his side. San shoved them off
before striding over to the box, pausing by the chains and grabbing them.

"You ok," he asked, his voice barely audible over the crowd. Wooyoung nodded quickly, not
wanting San to be unfocused because he was too worried about him. San started to do his
stretches and Wooyoung drew in a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as his knee bounced
up and down anxiously.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there is now only one more minute until this fight in underway. Stay
in your seats, you're about to see the fight of the year." San and Wooyoung's eyes locked one
last time, San sending Wooyoung a reassuring smile before walking to the middle of the ring.
Wooyoung clasped his hands together in his lap, trying to stop them from shaking. San and
Zeus walked close together, staring each other down before taking a step back.

"Please be ok. Please get out of this alive," Wooyoung whispered to himself just as the bell
rang to signal the beginning of the fight. Zeus threw the first punch but San ducked down,
managing to dodge it as it skimmed over the top of his head. He jumped back up, thrusting
his fist up and aiming for Zeus's stomach but he shifted just in time and it instead hit the side
of his torso. Zeus's leg shot out, connecting with San's ankle and sending him crashing onto
his back. He went to stomp down on San's stomach but San managed to roll over quickly and
get back to his feet.

Wooyoung's hands were no longer clasped together. Instead they were gripping the arms of
his chair, clenched so hard his knuckles were white. Zeus swung at San again but San ducked
to the side before landing the first solid hit to Zeus's ribs. Zeus stumbled slightly so San
followed up with another swing, clipping Zeus's jaw as he was too slow in ducking away.

Wooyoung let out a breath, nodding in relief. San just needs to continue on with this
momentum and he can win this fight. He just needs to keep on landing those hits. Zeus
suddenly charged at San and before he could react, Zeus grabbed his waist and slammed him
back into the chains. Wooyoung saw San's face scrunch up with pain as he was thrown to the
ground and his throat tightened. Zeus jumped on top of San, pinning him to the ground and
punching him in the face. He tried to punch him again but San caught his fist and directed it
away before slamming his elbow into Zeus's face. It put Zeus off balance and San was able to
kick him off before jumping to his feet. Zeus had blood dripping from his nose but he got up
and advanced towards San again. San struck first this time, spinning back and shooting his
foot into Zeus's stomach as he strode forwards. Zeus keeled over slightly and San quickly
followed up with a forward kick into Zeus's shoulder.

Wooyoung let out a breath, trying to calm his racing heart as best as he could. He tried to
relax his hands but he couldn't help but continue to clutch it tightly. Zeus stumbled over to the
chains near his box and Wooyoung frowned as he noticed one of the people step up to the
chains as well, handing something to Zeus. San advanced towards Zeus who turned slightly,
his hand shifting by his leg. Wooyoung's hear skipped a beat as he realised something wasn't
right. He saw a glint of something shiny in Zeus's hand before the fighter swung towards
San's face. San managed to duck back and dodge the swing and Wooyoung realised what was
wrong. Zeus had brass knuckles. Wooyoung gasped and sat up straighter in his seat with
horror. One hit from those and you would be in a lot of pain.

"Lynx," he cried out instinctively. That was a bad move however as despite the noise from
the crowd, San heard him and his head turned to make sure Wooyoung was ok. That gave
Zeus the opportunity he needed and he swung his fist out, connecting it with the side of San's
head. San cried out and went tumbling down to the ground, giving Zeus the chance to jump
on top of him and pin him down again. Wooyoung let out a sob, covering his mouth with his
hands as he realised he may have just cost San his life. Zeus swung his fist down into San's
stomach before a bell suddenly rung out, confusing Wooyoung.

"That's the first 10 minutes down Ladies and Gentlemen and it seems Lynx was saved by the
bell. Wooyoung tuned out the announcer, his eyes focused on San as Zeus reluctantly got up
and went over to his box. San remained on the ground, barely moving. Wooyoung wasn't sure
what the protocols were but he jumped up and ran from the box, into the ring. He dropped
down to San's side, his stomach churning as he saw a trail of blood down the side of San's
head.
"Sannie," he whispered, making San's eyes snap open. The fighter quickly sat up before
managing to push himself to his feet. The crowd cheered harder at that but both boys only
had eyes for each other.

"Get back in the box," San mumbled, directing Wooyoung back to the box where they both
sat down. San groaned and used his shirt to wipe some of the blood from the side of his face.
Wooyoung felt guilty as he saw how much pain the fighter was in.

"San I'm so sorry," he said quickly.

"Don't worry about it," San sighed.

"No, I shouldn't have called out to you. I distracted you and you got hurt because of it,"
Wooyoung said.

"Wooyoung just stop. It was an accident and I'm fine. It just aches a bit cos he used bloody
brass knuckles," San said with a wince.

"Is that even allowed," Wooyoung asked.

"No rules remember. I just thought he might want to try and win fair and square. Guess I was
wrong," San said bitterly.

"Are you sure you're ok? That was a really hard hit to your head," Wooyoung said worriedly.

"Positive. Don't stress," San said, standing back up.

"The fight will resume in one minute."

"Be careful," Wooyoung said. San nodded before walking back into the ring to meet a
smirking Zeus again. San scowled before rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. He
was officially pissed off now. It was clear to him that Wooyoung was terrified and would
blame himself if anything was to happen to him. He briefly glanced back to see Wooyoung
curled up with his knees to his chest. The bell rang and San didn't hesitate before rushing
forwards and tackling Zeus who was caught off-guard and not prepared. They collided with
the ground roughly and San used the momentum to pin Zeus down before punching him in
the face. Zeus struggled slightly, managing to punch San in the ribs but San didn't falter. He
continued to punch Zeus until Zeus managed to flip the two of them over.

Wooyoung gasped worriedly, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched with rapt
attention. Zeus tried to punch San's face but he managed to block it with his arm. His leg
slipped out from under Zeus and he drove his knee up into the other fighters ribs. He then
flung his foot out, catching Zeus in the stomach and throwing him off. San rushed to his feet
before throwing himself down, smashing his elbow into Zeus's head. Wooyoung jumped and
winced, knowing that would definitely hurt. San pushed himself onto his knees while Zeus
laid unmoving, the crowd cheering loudly.

Wooyoung's heartrate quickened as he watched San pull Zeus's torso up and get him in a
chokehold, one arm wrapping around his neck while his other arm locked over the top of his
wrist. Wooyoung's grip tightened around his knees, his eyes welling up with tears. This was
it. San was about to take a man's life, to protect him.

San tightened his hold around Zeus's neck, preparing to cut off his oxygen and end it for
good. Once he does this, Wooyoung would be safe and that's all he wants, for Wooyoung to
be safe. His eyes flicked up and landed on Wooyoung on instinct and it felt like time stopped,
all of the sound blocking out. Wooyoung was curled up on his seat, looking so small and
vulnerable. Tears were streaming down his face that was half hidden in his knees. San's mind
drifted back to throughout the week, all the times Wooyoung had burst into tears at the
thought of him killing someone. Not him getting hurt, him killing someone.

His heartrate slowed down and his arms loosened slightly as his eyes were transfixed on
Wooyoung. He glanced up in the stands, finding Jay near the top, laughing and talking to
some high-end people. He wasn't paying proper attention, probably already boasting about
the win that he was sure to come. His heart started racing again, this time in fear but he
pushed it away. He let out a deep breath before fully releasing his hold on Zeus and jumping
up, sprinting to his box. Wooyoung sat up slightly in shock but San quickly grabbed his arm
and yanked him up.

"Run," he yelled as there was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Wooyoung gasped but San kept a
tight grip on his wrist, dragging him from the room, down the stairs and into the hall.

"What's go-."

"Just run," San cut him off as they sprinted to the next hall. They got to the door to the bar
and hurried inside, not running but still moving at a quick pace. San hurried to the bar where
Hongjoong was walking. Said bartender looked up with a frown of confusion.

"Hongjoong we need to go," San said quickly.

"What, why," Hongjoong asked in bewilderment.

"Please Joong, please," San begged, glancing back at the door they just came from.
Hongjoong nodded and quickly climbed over the bar, San helping him down onto the ground.
San then quickly grabbed both of their hands before dragging them to the exit. Wooyoung
cried out as his other arm was suddenly grabbed but San quickly yanked him away before
doing a spinning back kick straight into the securities head, knocking him out.

"Stay quiet and follow me quickly," San said hurriedly. Wooyoung and Hongjoong nodded,
the three of them rushing down the streets. San kept glancing back every few seconds to
make sure everything was ok. Wooyoung made sure to stay close, realising they were going
down streets he didn't recognise. They were running for close to 10 minutes when they
started getting closer to the city.

"Are we goin-."

"Yes," San cut in quickly. Wooyoung glanced at Hongjoong but the other didn't falter. Where
are they going? A couple of minutes later they finally stopped at a house. San grabbed
Wooyoung's hand once again, linking their fingers and guiding him up to the doorstep. San
knocked loudly and about 10 seconds later the door opened to reveal a tall boy with ruffled
hair and pyjamas.

"San," he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I need you to let Hongjoong crash here tonight," San said quickly.

"Ok, but why," the boy asked.

"Something happened and it's not safe for him at home right now," San said. The boy nodded
and stepped to the side, allowing Hongjoong, who Wooyoung now realised was on the phone,
into the house.

"What about Seonghwa," the boy asked.

"Hongjoong's on the phone with Jongho at the moment. He'll swing by and bring Seonghwa
here," San said.

"Ok," the boy said with a nod, turning to close the door.

"And Yunho," San said, making the other pause.

"Thank you," San said quietly.

"Seonghwa is my brother. Of course I'm going to help them," the boy said before slamming
the door closed. San sighed and turned to look at Wooyoung who was watching him quietly.

"I can't take you back to the hotel tonight. Is there somewhere else you stay," he asked
quietly. Wooyoung swallowed dryly before nodding.

"We can stay in a different hotel," he said.

"It's on Eynesbury St," he added. San nodded and clenched Wooyoung's hand tightly as they
walked back onto the street. Wooyoung stayed close to San as they walked. He had so many
questions but he knew it wasn't the time to ask them. For now, he was just thankful that he
had San with him, safe and not having killed someone. They made it to the hotel 20 minutes
later after cautiously walking through the streets. San stopped out the front, causing
Wooyoung to stop as well.

"Message me when you-. Shit, I don't have my phone," San groaned.

"Why would I message you? You're not seriously thinking of leaving right now are you,"
Wooyoung asked. San hesitated and Wooyoung's eyes widened.

"Absolutely not. You said Hongjoong and I can't go home. Why on earth would I let you go
home alone," Wooyoung exclaimed.

"I mean to be fair you can't really stop me," San said slowly.

"Choi San," Wooyoung said angrily.

"Right, right. But um, I have blood all over me Woo, I doubt I'll be allowed in," San said.
Wooyoung frowned before shrugging off his hoodie, holding it out to San.

"I'm not leaving you right now so either we both go in or we both go home," he said firmly.
San smiled softly before nodding, grabbing the hoodie and putting it on. Wooyoung grabbed
his hand again and tugged him into the hotel. They walked to the front desk where a man was
waiting.

"Hello, welcome to the Jung Hotel, what can I do for you," he asked.

"Uh, hi, Jung Wooyoung, pleasure to meet you," Wooyoung said, making the man's eyes go
wide.

"M-Mr Jung, what can I do for you," he asked quickly.

"We need a room for the night please," Wooyoung said.

"Of course. I'll find you the best available suite. Perhaps we can get the penthouse prepared
for you," the man muttered.

"Actually, we'll just take a regular suite please. We just need a bed that can fit two people and
some spare robes and pyjamas," Wooyoung said before the man could type into his computer.
San glanced at him in surprise but the younger didn't turn.

"Of course. Let me just find an available room," the man said. Wooyoung nodded and faintly
ran his fingers over San's knuckles.

"We have a room on the 6th level, room 14. Once you exit the elevator, you go down the hall
and it will be on the left," the man said, handing Wooyoung a key card, after a 5 minute wait.

"Thank you," Wooyoung said, bowing his head. He took the key card and they went to the
elevator, taking it to the 6th floor before walking to room 14. Wooyoung swiped the key card
and opened the door, the two of them walking inside. San's eyes widened as he realised this
regular suite is still 10 times better than his own room and that was being generous. There
was a small kitchen area and three doors at the end of a hall, leading to a bedroom, bathroom
and TV room with a couch.

"Hey Sannie," Wooyoung said softly, gaining his attention. San paused where he was looking
around the rooms and turned to where Wooyoung was standing in the entryway of the
bedroom, shifting nervously.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Are you ok," San asked worriedly as he walked over. Wooyoung
nibbled nervously on his bottom lip, trying to keep his heartrate calm. He stepped closer and
gently placed his hand onto San's hip.

"Can I, can I kiss you," he whispered. San's eyes widened before he smiled softly.

"Not yet. Can you wait until after I have a shower? I want our first kiss to be special, not
when I've got blood all over me," San said softly.
"I can wait. Whenever you're ready," Wooyoung said with a serious nod. He didn't want to
push San into something he wasn't comfortable with.

"You're adorable," San said with a light chuckle as he ran his hand through the youngers hair.

"Go have a shower," Wooyoung said, looking down to hide his blush.

"Trying to rush me huh? Are you a bit excited," San teased.

"Just shut up and go get rid of all that blood. There should be some pyjamas in the bathroom
on the sink," Wooyoung said. San chuckled but nodded and went into the bathroom before
closing the door. Wooyoung waited until he heard the shower start before he faceplanted on
the bed and screamed into a pillow. He didn't do it. He had the perfect opportunity to kill
Zeus and yet he didn't. He stopped himself and he got Wooyoung out. Wooyoung's thoughts
drifted to Yeosang and he quickly pulled out his phone. The last message he got from the
older was wishing him luck and letting him know he won't be home until late.

Annoying Brat: San won but he didn't kill Zeus

Annoying Brat: He grabbed Hongjoong and I and we ran to avoid the outrage

Annoying Brat: San doesn't want us going home yet so we're staying together at a hotel

Annoying Brat: I'm safe and I'm unharmed but I wanted to let you know not to go home
tonight

Wooyoung waited anxiously for a few minutes before Yeosang replied.

My World: Mingi is letting me stay at his house. I told him I was worried about getting sick

My World: I'm glad you're all ok. Stay safe and we'll talk more tomorrow. I love you

Annoying Brat: I love you too

Wooyoung sighed and locked his phone, putting it on the bedside table. He then grabbed the
other pair of pyjamas on the bed and quickly got changed. Once that was done, he wasn't sure
what else to do so he just walked around the suite, having a look to see what was there. The
shower shut off a few minutes later and Wooyoung nervously leant back against the table. He
wasn't quite sure what to do with himself so he just stayed like that, fiddling with his fingers.
He jumped slightly as the door to the bathroom opened and his head snapped up to see San
walk out, drying his hair with a towel. He had on his own set of pyjamas that fit perfectly and
Wooyoung could see a slight bruise on his cheek. He had no doubt that there would be many
more bruises littering his skin, hidden beneath the fabric covering his body.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," San said with a chuckle. Wooyoung blushed but shook his
head.

"I'm just worried about your injuries. Zeus had those brass knuckles and they looked like they
would hurt," Wooyoung said quietly.
"They don't actually hurt too much right now. I'll probably feel them more in the morning but
they're still not the worst I've had," San said with a shrug as he discarded the towel onto a
chair and walked over to Wooyoung.

"Are you sure it's not too bad," Wooyoung asked softly as he wrapped his arms around San's
neck, the older leaning down. San hummed in reply, snaking his arms around Wooyoung's
waist and tugging him up so they were pressed close together.

"They may hurt a little. But I know something that will make me feel better," San said, a
smirk slipping onto his lips.

"That's so cheesy," Wooyoung groaned, making San chuckle as he leant closer.

"So you disagree? Fine then, I can ju-." Wooyoung cut him off by closing the distance
between them and sealing their lips together. San's stomach swooped as he tugged Wooyoung
closer by the waist. The youngers lips were warm and soft and San felt like he was kissing a
cloud. A warm, beautiful cloud that he was in love with. Wooyoung sighed into the kiss, his
body melting in San's arms. They pulled away when they began to run out of air and San
looked at Wooyoung with adoring eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, making a pretty red blush painting Wooyoung's cheeks.

"I love you," Wooyoung said quietly. San surged forwards, claiming Wooyoung's lips again
and kissing him softly. Wooyoung tightened his hold and stood up on his tip-toes to reach San
better, smiling into the kiss. The fighters lips were slightly rough but Wooyoung could
already feel himself getting addicted.

San suddenly bent down and slipped his arms under Wooyoung's thighs, lifting him up
swiftly. Wooyoung yelled and pulled back from the kiss, tightening his hold on San and
instinctively wrapping his legs around his waist as well. San chuckled and placed a kiss to
Wooyoung's neck as he carried him to their bedroom. He leant down and gently dropped
Wooyoung down onto the bed. Wooyoung giggled as his body bounced lightly and San
smiled at the sound before climbing onto the bed as well. He threw his leg over Wooyoung's
body so he had one on either side of his waist and leaned down, kissing him again.
Wooyoung hummed happily, slipping his arms around San's neck again. San cupped
Wooyoung's face with one hand, lightly brushing his thumb over his cheek as they continued
to kiss. San moved off to the side, kissing along Wooyoung's neck. Wooyoung giggled at the
sensation, his hand slipping up to gently tug through the strands at the back of his hair. San
chuckled and pulled back slightly to gaze at Wooyoung.

"Why're you giggling baby," he asked softly.

"It tickles," Wooyoung said with a grin. San snorted but rolled his eyes fondly before kissing
Wooyoung again. They continued kissing on and off for a few minutes before San shifted
slightly. His hand slipped down from Wooyoung's cheek to his stomach before gently
slipping it under his shirt. Wooyoung's heart started to race slightly but he tried to keep his
body from reacting.
San didn't notice anything, just continuing to run his fingertips over Wooyoung's lower
stomach. Wooyoung let out a shaky breath between kisses before kissing him again. San's
hand started to trail up more and Wooyoung tensed, squirming slightly. San's hand slipped
out suddenly and it trailed up Wooyoung's shirt. His hand landed on Wooyoung's button and
he slowly slipped it open. That's when the panic truly started to set in for Wooyoung.

"Wait, wait. No, no, no. San stop. Stop, st-."

"Hey, hey, shh. I've stopped, I've stopped," San rushed out quickly. The minute Wooyoung
had said wait, he had stopped but the second he realised Wooyoung was going into full panic,
he threw himself off of the younger and jumped from the bed. Wooyoung shuffled back on
the bed, drawing his knees to his chest to cover his stomach as his heart raced and he
breathed heavily.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I should have never tried to go further without your consent. What
do you need? Do you want some water? Do you want me to leave," San asked hurriedly.
Wooyoung drew in a shaky breath and shook his head quickly.

"What do you need Youngie? Whatever you need, I will give it to you. I'm so sorry
Wooyoung," San said guiltily.

"No, it's fine. I'm ok. I just panicked a little, it was stupid," Wooyoung mumbled.

"No, absolutely not. It was not stupid in any way. I am so fucken glad you told me to stop ok.
If I ever and I mean ever make you uncomfortable in any way, I want you to tell me and I
will never get mad or annoyed," San said firmly as he sat on the end of the bed, away from
Wooyoung.

"Are you sure," Wooyoung asked quietly.

"I'm positive. I should have asked first and I didn't. It's my fault and I'm really sorry," San
said worriedly. Wooyoung gave San a small smile, dropping his legs down.

"I'm ok, you haven't traumatised me Sannie. I just panicked thinking you wouldn't stop but
you did," Wooyoung said softly.

"Are you sure? You can tell me if I was way out of line," San said.

"You weren't. You just got a little into the moment but you stopped when I told you to,"
Wooyoung said.

"And I always will. Any time you want me to stop something, I will do so in an instance with
no questions asked," San promised with a nod.

"I appreciate that. Now cuddles please," Wooyoung asked softly.

"Are you sure," San asked hesitantly but Wooyoung nodded his head quickly. San got up
from the end of the bed and shuffled over to where Wooyoung was lying and laid down
beside him. Wooyoung quickly moved up against his side and wrapped his arm around the
fighters waist.
 "How're you feeling," Wooyoung asked tiredly as he snuggled down in San's arms.

"I'm good but we'll talk more tomorrow. You get some sleep now ok," San said softly.

"You didn't kill him," Wooyoung mumbled as his eyes slipped closed.

"I didn't but don't worry about that right now. You just get some rest Youngie," San
whispered. He held the younger boy tight as he drifted off, staying awake and thinking about
everything that had happened in the past few hours.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 15 everyone and I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.

This was quite an eventful chapter. It had the main fight and it also had Woosan's first
kiss.

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter, what you enjoyed and what surprised you.
 Chapter 16
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung slowly drifted awake, his eyes peeling open as he looked around the room. He
wasn't in his bedroom, that was clear. He frowned and glanced around again as he sat up
slightly before his eyes landed on San who was sleeping beside him. It was then that he
remembered the events of the night before and he let out a deep breath. He reached over and
lightly pushed a strand of hair back from San's forehead, tucking it behind his ear. San didn't
stir at all and Wooyoung just smiled softly as he glanced down at his peaceful face. He
looked so pretty when he was sleeping. Wooyoung sighed and turned around, grabbing his
phone off the bedside table. The time showed 09:23. Wooyoung quickly unlocked his phone
and pulled up Yeosang's contact, sending him a quick message.

Annoying Brat: You awake yet?

Yeosang replied almost immediately so he must have been on his phone already.

My World: Yeah, I'm just lying in bed

Wooyoung slowly and gently slipped himself out of San's arms and out of bed. He left the
room, closing the door quietly behind himself before going into the TV room and sitting on
the couch. He made himself comfortable before dialling Yeosang's number.

"Hey," Yeosang said softly after answering on the second ring.

"Hi," Wooyoung replied.

"How're you feeling after yesterday," Yeosang asked.

"I'm good. There were a few scares but everything is ok now," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"So what actually happened? You only told me that San won but he didn't kill Zeus," Yeosang
said.

"I'm not sure exactly what happened with San to be honest. I mean he knocked Zeus out and
then put him in a chokehold. He had the perfect chance to kill him, to end everything right
there but he didn't. One moment he had him in the chokehold and he was looking around and
then the next, he was grabbing me and telling me to run," Wooyoung explained. Yeosang was
quiet for a few seconds as he processed Wooyoung's words.

"Did he look at you," he asked suddenly.

"What," Wooyoung questioned in confusion.

"Before he let Zeus go, did San look at you," Yeosang repeated.
"Um, I think so. I'm not quite sure, my head was kind of half buried in my knees and I may
have been crying," Wooyoung admitted.

"He loves you. I'm telling you Woo, that boy loves you so much," Yeosang said.

"I know he does but I don't get why that suddenly made it so obvious," Wooyoung said
slowly.

"Because you're the reason he stopped. Hundreds to possibly thousands of people in that
arena wanting him to kill Zeus and he stopped, because the one person who didn't want that
was the one person he couldn't bear to let down," Yeosang said. Wooyoung sighed and shook
his head, though he realised Yeosang couldn't see him.

"I think you're reading too much into it, he probably just had a change of heart. I spent two
weeks trying to tell him not to do the fight but he wouldn't listen," Wooyoung said.

"I know. But there was no way he was going to back out completely at that point in time
because he wanted to protect you. I'm telling you Wooyoung, that boy saw you scared and
crying and he couldn't go through with it. The whole point of doing it was to keep you safe,
to make sure you wouldn't have to be scared or upset," Yeosang said. Wooyoung glanced out
the door, looking to the closed one across the hall from it and frowned.

"I'm not sure. I mean I was crying throughout the week," Wooyoung said.

"It's different in the moment. He saw you and he couldn't go through with it. He's a keeper,"
Yeosang said.

"You seem very sure of your hypothesis even though you weren't even there," Wooyoung
said.

"Because I am. Call me later and let me know when he says the exact same thing I just said,"
Yeosang said. Wooyoung sighed before smiling softly. If what Yeosang said was true, he felt
slightly giddy that San was that protective over him.

"We kissed last night. Many times," Wooyoung said with a happy giggle.

"Wait, really," Yeosang asked.

"Yeah. He's a good kisser," Wooyoung said dreamily, hearing Yeosang chuckle in the
background.

"I'm glad you enjoyed his kissing. I'm also glad he finally made a move," Yeosang said.

"Hey, for your information I made the first move," Wooyoung said with a huff.

"Now that's a surprise," Yeosang said, making Wooyoung cry out in outrage.

"How rude," he said.

"No but actually, what did you do," Yeosang asked.

"I asked if I could kiss him. He said to wait until after he had a shower because he wanted our
first kiss to be special and not when he had blood over him. Once he finished his shower, we
were talking and he kept teasing me so I kissed him," Wooyoung explained. It was quiet for a
few seconds before Wooyoung heard a sniffle and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeosang, stop fake crying," Wooyoung said.

"My baby is all grown up now," Yeosang said.

"Oh my god, you're like 5 months older than me," Wooyoung groaned.

"I'm still older," Yeosang replied.

"Whatever. Anyway, don't go home yet. I'll talk to Sannie when he wakes up and find out if
it's safe to go back. I'm guessing there's quite a few people who won't be too happy about the
way last night went," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. Where are you at the moment," Yeosang asked.

"We're at the hotel on Eynesbury," Wooyoung replied.

"San's staying with you," Yeosang asked.

"Yeah, he's currently sleeping in bed," Wooyoung replied.

"So you two are alone together in a hotel room? Do we need to have the talk," Yeosang
joked, making Wooyoung chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, I know you're not comfortable with that stuff," Yeosang added quickly.

"Yeah, about that," Wooyoung said slowly.

"What happened," Yeosang asked quickly, worry tinting his tone.

"It wasn't anything bad. San just didn't realise it would make me uncomfortable. As soon as I
expressed my discomfort, he backed off," Wooyoung explained quickly.

"He stopped as soon as you told him to? He didn't guilt you afterwards," Yeosang asked
gruffly, making Wooyoung smile at his protectiveness.

"He didn't just stop, he backed off completely. He actually left the bed to give me some
space. He felt pretty guilty and I felt bad about that but he told me it was ok and he's just
thankful I said something," Wooyoung said.

"Damn. If you don't marry him one day, I will," Yeosang said, making Wooyoung gasp.

"Yeosang! He's not even my boyfriend yet," Wooyoung said.

"What? Why the hell not," Yeosang exclaimed.

"Well, I dunno. We haven't asked the question," Wooyoung said sheepishly. He isn't sure why
neither of them has asked the question yet, despite saying they loved each other around a
week ago.

"So you've kissed and you know you love each other but neither of you thought to make it
official," Yeosang said.

"Ah, yeah," Wooyoung said slowly.

"You two are quite literally doing this all backwards," Yeosang laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to him today," Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes.

"Alright, I'm gonna head off now. You should probably go wake up sleeping beauty cos it's
almost 10," Yeosang said.

"Ok. I'll see you later. Love you," Wooyoung said.

"I love you too. Stay safe," Yeosang said before hanging up. Wooyoung yawned and
stretched out before standing up. He went back into the bedroom and walked over to the bed,
slipping his phone into his pocket. San was still sleeping soundly, his arms now wrapped
around Wooyoung's pillow. Wooyoung smiled to himself and reached out, brushing San's hair
back again. He leaned down and gently kiss his forehead. He paused briefly but San didn't
stir so he chuckled before he went lower and kissed his lips. He pulled back and scanned
San's face but his eyes were still closed. Wooyoung was slightly surprised at how deeply he
was sleeping.

"Hey Sannie, it's time to wake up," he said softly, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. San
once again didn't stir and Wooyoung rose an eyebrow in confusion. San definitely isn't this
heavy of a sleeper usually.

"San, wake up," Wooyoung said, shaking him a bit firmer. San still didn't wake up, however
his head lolled limply to the side and Wooyoung's blood went cold.

"San," he screamed, jumping onto the bed and shaking San's shoulders roughly with both
hands. San shot up suddenly with a gasp, looking around wildly for any danger before
relaxing when he saw it was just Wooyoung.

"My god Youngie, you scared the shit out of me. I thought something was wrong," San
groaned. Wooyoung remained silent, his hands resting in his lap as he breathed quickly.

"Why'd you have to shake me so hard," San said with a wince as he rubbed his head.

"Y-You wouldn't wake up," Wooyoung said shakily. San's hand stopped moving and he
glanced back at Wooyoung, realising how pale he was looking.

"Hey, I'm ok. Come here," San said softly, holding out his arms. Wooyoung crawled over
quickly and hugged San tightly.
"I called your name but you didn't wake up and you wouldn't wake up when I was shaking
you. I'm sorry I was rough but I thought you died in your sleep or something. I was
panicking," Wooyoung said quietly.

"No that's ok, it's understandable. I'm sorry it scared you. It may have just been due to my
head knock yesterday," San said. Wooyoung had forgotten about that hit but now it had him
even more worried.

"We should get you checked out at the hospital," he said with a frown.

"It's fine baby. I'll go if I start feeling some side affects," San said.

"Promise," Wooyoung asked.

"Yeah, I promise," San said with a nod.

"Ok. Can we talk about last night please," Wooyoung asked nervously.

"About me going too far," San questioned.

"No, you were fine. I told you it was ok. I meant talk about the fight," Wooyoung said. San
sighed and pulled away turning and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"I actually wanted to have a proper talk about everything to Hongjoong and Jongho as well.
Can you wait until we get back to that house or would you rather we chat first," San asked.
Wooyoung shuffled over and hugged San from behind, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"I can wait," he said quietly. There's no use in making San have to repeat himself.

"You sure," San asked as he turned to face him, receiving a nod in reply.

"Thank you," San whispered before pecking Wooyoung's lips softly.

"Can I borrow your phone to text Jongho and then we can go meet up," San asked.
Wooyoung nodded and handed off his phone.

~~~~~

An hour later the two of them were walking up to the house from the night before and San
was knocking on the door. it swung open a few seconds later to show Yunho with a frown on
his face.

"What do you want," he asked.

"We're here to chat to the others, which you would already know," San replied.

"Don't get snippy with me. This is my house and I can very well tell you that you can't come
in and to get lost," Yunho said.

"Yunho, stop being a pain," Seonghwa said as he walked up behind him.

"I'm glad you two are ok. Come in," he added, moving Yunho to the side. San grabbed
Wooyoung's hand and pulled him inside.

"We're all in the lounge," Seonghwa informed them as they closed the front door. San tugged
Wooyoung's hand, bringing him into a room where Hongjoong and Bear were sitting at a
table. Bear immediately jumped up and rushed over, tugging San into a tight hug. Wooyoung
stepped away to give them some space, noticing San seemed surprised by the hug as he pat
the other fighters back.

"I'm glad you're ok. You stressed me out with that stunt you pulled yesterday," Bear said as
they pulled away.

"Oh. Well I'm fine Jongho," San said stiffly. Wooyoung held back a laugh as he saw how
awkward the two were together, obviously not knowing how to show their emotions with
each other.

"Did you two get somewhere safe last night," Hongjoong asked as everyone took a seat.
Everyone but Yunho who just leaned against the wall near the doorway.

"Yeah we went to one of dad's other hotels," Wooyoung said with a nod.

"That's convenient," Yunho scoffed.

"You need to shut the hell up. Don't you dare talk to him like that. I get we don't get along but
that gives you no right to take it out on him," San snapped angrily. Wooyoung was surprised
at San's outburst, as was Hongjoong and Seonghwa it seemed.

"What, is he your boyfriend or something," Yunho asked.

"Yes he is, so back the hell off," San growled. Yunho went silent at that and Wooyoung
perked up slightly. One, San called him his boyfriend and two, San was kind of hot when he
was being protective.

"Wait, really," Hongjoong asked. San hesitated and glanced at Wooyoung worriedly but he
just smiled back happily.

"Yeah, really," San said softly, slipping his hand into the youngers under the table.

"That's awesome, congrats guys. I mean it was a long time coming and I could see it from a
mile away but I'm glad you two finally got it together," Hongjoong said with a grin.

"Yeah it's great but onto more pressing matters. Do you want to explain what happened
yesterday," Jongho asked. San's hand gripped Wooyoung's tighter, giving it a soft squeeze.

"I couldn't do it. I wanted to, so bad but I just couldn't do it," he said.

"Couldn't kill him," Hongjoong asked softly and San nodded.

"I really thought you were going to. You had him knocked out in a chokehold and your face
showed you were going to do it. Then something shifted and you didn't," Jongho said.
"What stopped you," he added.

"I think we already know exactly who stopped him," Hongjoong said. San glanced briefly at
Wooyoung and sighed.

"He was crying and he seemed so scared but not of me, for me. I thought I could do it but
when it got to the moment, I couldn't. I didn't want to upset you more," San said, the last part
coming out quieter as he glanced at Wooyoung. Once again, as usual, Wooyoung realised
Yeosang was right.

"I would've gotten over it," Wooyoung said softly.

"It wasn't something I wanted you to have to get over. You were right when you were saying I
shouldn't kill him but I just wanted you safe. Hopefully this helps him take the hint to leave
you alone," San replied.

"Don't take me wrong, I'm glad you didn't kill him and it was the right decision but what are
you going to do now," Hongjoong asked.

"He's right, this will not have gone down well with your managers. Jay was pissed and tried
looking for you. I saw him and a few guys trying to get into your room when I went to get
Seonghwa," Jongho said.

"I know. That's why I grabbed those two and ran," San said with a sigh.

"What're you going to do though? You need your manager but Jay will not be very happy. I
don't think it would be safe going back to him and he certainly won't let you keep any money.
How're you going to pay rent? You'll freeze if they turn off the power," Hongjoong rambled
worriedly.

"I'll figure something out ok. I don't want you guys to be worried about all of this," San said,
making Yunho scoff. Wooyoung frowned and looked over at the boy.

"Of course they're going to worry. You've made it so that they have to worry," Yunho said.

"Why're you such an asshole," Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow, making Seonghwa
chuckle.

"Excuse me," Yunho said as he straightened up.

"I said why're you an asshole. All of you have done since I've met you is throw snide
comments at San," Wooyoung said.

"Woo, it's fine," San said softly.

"No it's not fine San. He has no right to be an asshole. Who the hell even are you,"
Wooyoung snapped angrily.

"I've known San a whole lot longer than you rich boy and you have no clue what he's done-."
"Can you just stop Yunho. We have talked about this before and we all know it was an
accident. You need to stop holding a grudge or at least internalise it. Don't drag Wooyoung
into this," Seonghwa said.

"I didn't, San did. I don't even know why rich boy is here for this conversation," Yunho
scoffed.

"Rich boy saved me from those assholes collecting rent and helped me buy basic groceries to
survive," Seonghwa said with a frown. Yunho went quiet at that, moving back.

"Back to the topic at hand. We're going to worry San because we care about you. We need to
figure out how to proceed from here," Hongjoong said.

"Can't San just get a new manager? Like what about Jongho's manager? Doesn't he have
one," Wooyoung asked.

"I do but Ashton wouldn't take on anyone else and he isn't exactly the greatest manager
either," Jongho said.

"Then why don't you get someone else then," Wooyoung asked.

"It's not exactly that easy Youngie. You need to find someone with enough money to actually
be a manager. Which sure, there's many people like that there but most of them are sleazy
dirtbags. You need to find someone who won't just try to force you to do things with them,
which unfortunately is very hard to find," San explained. Wooyoung thought about it for a
few seconds before nodding slowly.

"So you need someone who has money and is a decent person," Wooyoung said slowly.

"I mean yeah, but it's pretty meh on the decent part to be honest," Jongho replied.

"I know someone like that," Wooyoung said.

"Who," Hongjoong asked quickly.

"Me," Wooyoung replied with a shrug.

"Absolutely not. I'm not dragging you more into this," San said.

"Why not? My dad is a millionaire, he has the largest Hotel Franchise in the country. I have a
trust fund of millions of dollars so I have the money. I also am not going to force you to sleep
with me, on account of, you know. It's the perfect solution," Wooyoung said.

"No, it's isn't. It really isn't. I don't think your parents would be too happy with you spending
money on this sort of thing, for one. And you would have to pay Jay off as well, also it would
mean you'd have to get more involved in the fighting scene. Plus it's illegal. You'll be
spending thousands of dollars on an illegal fighting ring," San said as he crossed his arms
with a frown.

"I know," Wooyoung said.

"Good, so you're not doing it," San said firmly.

"I can do it though. For one, my parents don't even see what I spend my money on, nor would
they care. I have no doubt I can pay Jay off and then none of this would be an issue. In terms
of it being illegal, I'm not too fussed. Me watching is probably just as illegal as well. But also
I wouldn't be surprised if the police already know about the ring but just turn a bind eye
because of all the high end people that watch," Wooyoung said.

"No, it's not happening," San said.

"I have to agree with Wooyoung on this one San. It's a perfect solution," Jongho said.

"Well good thing I didn't ask for your opinion on the matter," San said with a frown.

"Can we at least discuss the possibility later," Wooyoung asked. He wasn't sure why San was
so against it because it really was the perfect solution.

"No, because it's not happening," San said.

"San it might be the only option," Hongjoong said quietly.

"There will be some other option, we just have to figure it out. I don't want to put Wooyoung
in any more danger. I can't do that to him, I can't ask that much from him," San said, shaking
his head.

"Sannie you aren't asking, I'm offering. I want to do this," Wooyoung promised.

"I know. I just, I don't want you in danger," San said with a sigh as he deflated slightly. His
hands were clasped in his lap as he fiddled with them anxiously.

"San, I hate to break it to you but I think Wooyoung would be safer doing this. The whole
reason you grabbed him and Hongjoong and ran was because people wouldn't take too kindly
to you not properly finishing the fight. Some people will have lost money from bets and Jay
will certainly be wanting it back. The longer you go without paying it back the more upset
he's going to be and he'll go after Wooyoung. If Wooyoung takes over manager duties and
pays him off, he'll be annoyed but still rich," Jongho said. San hesitated at that, looking over
to Wooyoung beside him.

"I want to do this," Wooyoung said firmly.

"I'll consider it. We'll have a proper talk about it later," San said with a sigh. Wooyoung
nodded quickly, taking that as a win.

"For now you guys just need to be a bit careful. I'll stay with Wooyoung to make sure he's
safe," San said.

"Joong and I should be fine but we'll stay here for a few days while you get things sorted,"
Seonghwa said.

"I'm fine with that," Yunho said.

 "And I'll be fine where I am. People don't associate us two together as much as they do with
you and Hongjoong," Jongho said.

"Ok. I'm going to take Wooyoung home now so he can relax and maybe change his clothes or
something. You guys stay safe," San said as he stood up. Wooyoung stood as well, waving to
the others as the two boys left the house. San's hand slipped into Wooyoung's, their fingers
linking as they walked. The sun was high in the sky, the weather warm and Wooyoung felt
more relaxed than he had in weeks.

"So your boyfriend huh," he teased. San blushed and chuckled weakly.

"Sorry about that. I was planning on buying you flowers and asking properly but it kind of
just slipped out," San admitted. Wooyoung grinned at that and squeezed the others hand.

"My boyfriend, such a romantic," he said softly.

"So is that a yes," San asked.

"A yes to what? You haven't asked me a question," Wooyoung said slyly. San stopped
walking and tugged Wooyoung's hand so he turned to face him, taking a step closer.

"Jung Wooyoung, would you do me the great honour of becoming my boyfriend," he asked
softly. Wooyoung's heart burst with joy and he cupped San's cheek delicately.

"Choi San, I would be honoured to call myself your boyfriend," he said softly. San smiled
happily and closed the distance, kissing Wooyoung softly.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 16 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter, your favourite moments.

This story will be coming to a close soon, only a few more chapters so if there is
anything you guys would like to see before it ends, comment here and I'll see what I can
do. I am eager to what you guys want to see!
 Chapter 17
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Wooyoung finished drying off from the shower and got changed quickly before heading back
out to his room. He expected to find San still laying on his bed where he left him half an hour
ago but his room was empty. He sighed before sitting down on his bed and using his towel to
dry his hair. Once he was done about 5 minutes later, he put his towel in the hamper before
heading out of his room.

"Sannie, are you still here," he called out.

"Yeah, I'm on the couch," San yelled back. Wooyoung quickly walked over there, pausing in
the doorway when he looked inside.

"Really? Two days we're together and you're already trying to steal my boyfriend," he said
with a raised eyebrow.

"He's so comfortable though," Yeosang whined from where he was cuddled up to San's side
on the couch.

"I know that," Wooyoung said.

"It's hard to resist those arms," Yeosang said with a pout.

"I know that as well," Wooyoung said with a huff.

"Do you want some cuddles too baby," San asked with a chuckle.

"No, I feel betrayed. It took weeks, months even to get cuddles from you and he gets it within
days," Wooyoung huffed.

"I mean, I've technically known him for months as well, I just didn't see him much," San
pointed out.

"Doesn't make a difference," Wooyoung said, turning and leaving, going into the kitchen. He
wasn't actually mad and they all knew but it still made him smile happily when arms slipped
around his waist from behind.

"Your cuddles are my favourite cuddles and it's only because of you that I'm comfortable
hugging Yeosang. Afterall, if he's a best friend of yours then he must be a good person," San
said softly, giving his waist a light squeeze.

"You're the one who did all the hard work to break these walls down," he added in a whisper
as he placed a kiss to Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung smiled and turned in San's arms,
nuzzling his head into his neck and kissing it softly.
"I really did do the work, didn't I. You were so mean to me when we first met," Wooyoung
said.

"Well to be fair, you did walk into my room unannounced, and I had no idea who you were,"
San said.

"Again, the door wasn't closed properly and I thought you were hurt," Wooyoung said
quickly.

"My reaction was still justified. Plus I saved you liked three days later," San said.

"You didn't even know it was me though, so that doesn't count," Wooyoung pointed out as he
moved his head up so he could see San.

"Seriously," San said, raising an eyebrow as Wooyoung burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're a menace," San said, sighing fondly.

"What made you actually start to like me though? Like want to be my friend," Wooyoung
asked.

"Your tip to Hongjoong made me slightly less apprehensive but how you explained to me
what you did for Seonghwa and your reasoning, that made me realise you were a good
person. Better than most," San said softly.

"Huh, really," Wooyoung asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I hugged you then remember," San said.

"I remember that. It caught me off guard but it was a really nice hug," Wooyoung said with a
grin.

"It felt a bit weird for me so I'm glad you didn't feel awkward about it," San said with a light
chuckle.

"No, I loved it actually. It made me feel warm and safe. Plus I was kind of crushing on you
from the first fight I saw you in so by that point I was crushing hard," Wooyoung admitted.

"Aww, cute," San said with a grin, making Wooyoung scoff and whack his arm.

"Don't be narcissistic," he said.

"I'm not. I just think it's cute," San said with a shrug.

"But apart from crushing on me after the first fight, when did you start to actually like me,"
San asked.

"I've kind of always liked you, though I wasn't too impressed on the whole you being a dick
thing," Wooyoung said.
"I'm never going to live that down am I," San said with a sigh.

"Maybe one day," Wooyoung teased with a grin. San chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"What time is your appointment today? I'll make sure I walk you there," San said.

"It's in about an hour and I'm taking the car but you can take it with me if you want. Or you
can stay here and wait for the surprise," Wooyoung whispered, placing a soft kiss to San's
lips. San smiled softly and nodded.

"Do you know what colour you're going," he asked.

"It's a surprise," Wooyoung whispered, placing a finger to San's lips.

"Are you going to cut it out as well," San asked as he ran his fingers through the long strands
at the back of his head.

"Do you want me to cut it," Wooyoung asked.

"It's your body Woo, your choice," San replied.

"Stop being such a gentleman. I'm just asking for your opinion," Wooyoung said with a
giggle.

"In that case no, I don't want you to cut it. I like your hair longer," San said softly.

"Good. Will you stay here or head out," Wooyoung asked.

"I'll stay here, wait for your surprise. I was having fun with Yeosang before you rudely
interrupted us," San said. Wooyoung gasped and clutched at his chest with a pout, making
San chuckle.

"I'm already being replaced," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"Sorry baby," San said, pecking the top of his head. Wooyoung huffed and pulled away
completely and started making some food. San chuckled and ruffled Wooyoung's hair before
walking back to the loungeroom with Yeosang.

~~~~~

The car for Wooyoung didn't end up coming but given the sun was out and the store was only
a 10-minute walk into town, he decided to walk. As he was walking, he felt his phone vibrate
so he tugged it out of his pocket. It was a message from Yeosang so he opened it. He
chuckled as he saw the photo of him latched onto San's side while the younger was on his
phone.

My World: Watch your back Youngie, I'm going to steal him

Annoying Brat: In your dreams Sangie. Get your own boyfriend

My World: Can you leave him to me in your will?

Wooyoung cackled loudly at that, slapping a hand over his mouth to quieten down as people
walking nearby gave him odd looks. He giggled quietly to himself.

Annoying Brat: Why don't you ask San about Bear? I'm sure he'd be all too happy to provide
details

My World: Wait, really

Wooyoung chuckled at that, not having expected him to be so enthusiastic about it. Does his
best friend actually have a little crush on the other fighter? He started to type out a reply
when he was rudely cut off by a hand closing around his wrist. He yelped as he was tugged
forwards, his phone slipping from his hands.

"What the hell," he said as he looked to see a man holding his wrist tightly.

"Um, can you let me go please," Wooyoung asked.

"You're Jung Wooyoung, aren't you? Jay said you had purple hair," the man said. Wooyoung's
heart started to quicken and he tried to pull away.

"Let me go," he said quickly.

"No, I don't think so. You've got some pretty good money on your head," the man said as he
started to tug Wooyoung down the road. Wooyoung whimpered, trying to pull away but the
man's grip was tight on his wrist, to the point it was hurting quite a bit. He searched the street
desperately, hoping there was someone who could help him but it was empty. He hadn't
thought there would be any problem with him walking alone in town. He was trying to dig
his heels in and leaning back in an attempt to stop the man from dragging him but it was
useless. He turned around, still trying to pull away but the man didn't falter. He was
beginning to give up hope when there was a sudden thump and the man let go of his wrist.
Given he was tugging and leaning so much, he went flying forwards to the pavement. His
hand shot out to break his fall and he cried out as his palms scraped across the pavement.

"Get the fuck out of here asshole." Wooyoung rolled over and saw someone in front of him,
their back facing him as they shoved the man away, who was now sporting a bleeding nose.
The man grumbled but turned and hurried away. Wooyoung let out a breath of relief.

"Thank yo-. Oh shit," Wooyoung gasped as the other man turned around, shuffling back
hurriedly. His hands stung as he placed them back on the pavement but he didn't stop until his
back hit the store behind him. He's going to die. This is how he's going to die.

"P-Please don't h-hurt me," he whimpered as tears fell down his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Zeus said as he stepped forwards. Wooyoung cried out and
curled his knees to his chest in fear.

"Look, I know this won't make up for what I did to you but I truly am sorry. Lynx humiliated
me and I saw you hanging around him so I thought hurting you would hurt him. Which it did
I guess but then he challenged me to a death match that I couldn't refuse. He could've killed
me but he didn't, which surprised me. Sure that's probably more humiliating but it's better
than being dead. Point is, I owe him for that, so I'm gonna protect you," Zeus said. Wooyoung
sniffled and glanced around anxiously.

"Y-You almost killed me," he said.

"I know. And I'm sorry about that," Zeus said.

"You're sorry? I was unconscious for two days. I would have died if Lynx didn't find me in
that alley," Wooyoung said angrily.

"Look I'm not asking for forgiveness, I'm just returning a favour. Where are you going? I'll
help you get there," Zeus said. Wooyoung's stomach dropped and he shook his head as he got
to his feet, keeping his back pressed the wall.

"No way, I'm not going anywhere with you. Why would I trust you? You tried to k-kill me,"
Wooyoung said shakily. He was surprised at how put together he was sounding when he was
still terrified of the man in front of him.

"To be fair I wasn't actually trying to kill you, just hurt you," Zeus said.

"To be fair? Y-You need to get the hell a-away from me," Wooyoung gasped. Zeus rolled his
eyes before holding out his hand, making Wooyoung flinch back before he realised Zeus was
holding out his phone that he had dropped.

"Lynx has tried to call you a couple of times. I assume your love is him anyway," Zeus said.
Wooyoung quickly snatched the phone from his hands and answered it.

"H-Hey Lynx, what's up," he asked, trying not to sound too panicked. San was supposed to be
relaxing, not worrying about him. It didn't seem to work though, not at all.

"Lynx? What's going on? Who's with you," San asked quickly.

"Um, it's ok," Wooyoung said nervously, glancing at Zeus.

"That tells me it's not fucken ok. Where are you? Are you hurt," San asked quickly.
Wooyoung could hear movement in the background and then the sound of Yeosang's voice.

"No really. It's ok, I think," Wooyoung said slowly, glancing at Zeus again.

"You think!? Wooyoung if there is someone with you, I need you to tell me baby. Unless
they're threatening to hurt yo-."

"No, he says he won't hurt me. Though I'm not sure if I really believe that," Wooyoung said.

"Wooyoung I love you but you're scaring the shit out of me right now baby. Who is 'he' and
where are you," San rushed out worriedly. Wooyoung yelped as the phone was grabbed from
his hand, hearing San shout his name as Zeus pressed the phone to his ear.
"Hi Lynx, it's Zeus here." Wooyoung bit back a smile of satisfaction as he saw Zeus flinch
back from the phone slightly, no doubt copping an earful of threats from San on the other
end.

"I'm not going to hurt him Lynx," Zeus said before frowning.

"Correction, I'm not going to hurt him again. You let me live so I'm returning the favour. I
found your boy here, getting dragged down the street. I just thought you might want him in
one piece," Zeus said. He sounded so bored that it was slightly creeping Wooyoung out at
how unemotional he was being.

"We're near Sphinx café," Zeus said.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll stay at least 3 meters away," Zeus muttered as he took a few steps back.

"Whatever, bye," Zeus said after a few seconds before hanging up.

"He's on his way and he is not happy. Threatened to actually kill me in about 10 different
ways," Zeus told Wooyoung as he held the phone out to him. Wooyoung snatched it back
quickly with a frown, remaining on high alert.

It could be a trap, a ploy to get San there. But surely San would be calm and cautious when it
comes, making sure to be careful and survey the surroundings. They were waiting for barely
3 minutes before San came sprinting over.

"Get the hell away from him," he yelled as he ran up and put himself between Wooyoung and
Zeus. Wooyoung immediately huddled up to his back and clutched at his shirt.

"Again, helping him not hurting him," Zeus said, holding up his hands. One of San's arms
went back, gently guiding Wooyoung further behind him.

"I don't care what you say you're doing, you almost killed him once you asshole," San said
angrily.

"Well I as just returning the favour of you saving my life now," Zeus said with a shrug.

"No, see that's where you're wrong. I didn't do that for you, I did that for him and only him. I
hate you and you're an asshole. I would have killed you if he wasn't there and I still might if
you aren't careful," San said, his hand gripping Wooyoung shirt from where he was holding
the younger behind himself.

"Wow, that's the thanks I get," Zeus scoffed.

"Oh piss off. You will never get a thanks from me, not after you attacked Wooyoung and left
him for dead," San spat.

"Whatever. I sure as hell won't be helping again," Zeus muttered before walking away. As
soon as he turned the corner out of sight, San spun around to face Wooyoung. San quickly
wrapped his arms around him, drawing him into a hug and cradling the back of his head with
one hand. Wooyoung hugged him tightly, feeling San's heart racing beneath his ear. San's
fingers gently curled in Wooyoung's hair, clasping it softly as he let out a deep breath.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that. You're going to give me a heart attack,"
San said softly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I always seem to run into trouble when I'm alone," Wooyoung
said quietly.

"It's just your charm," San said, making Wooyoung chuckle softly despite the previous
situation.

"Are you able to tell me what happened," San asked softly.

"Yeah. I was um, I was walking and texting Yeo when this random guy grabbed my wrist and
I dropped my phone. He recognised who I was and he said something about there being
money on my head and Jay saying I had purple hair," Wooyoung said. San nodded and waited
patiently for him to finish despite feeling anger build up inside him.

"I tried to get away from him but he had a really tight grip and he was pretty strong,"
Wooyoung said.

"Zeus ended up coming and getting rid of him after that but I think I was more scared then,"
he said quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me straight away what was going on? I was on the phone with you," San
asked softly.

"I don't really know why, I was pretty out of it to be honest. I think I didn't want to bother you
when you were relaxing with Sangie," Wooyoung said.

"You shouldn't worry about that stuff with me. I don't care if I've won a once in a lifetime trip
to Paris, if you're in trouble, I will always try to protect you," San said firmly. Wooyoung
smiled softly and lifted his head, pecking San's lips gently.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Of course. Can I have a look at your wrist please baby," San asked. Wooyoung nodded and
pulled away, lifting up his arm. San held it and gently tugged down his sleeve, gasping when
he saw the bruise wrapped around it.

"I'm gonna kill him," San said quietly, anger in his voice.

"You don't even know who him is," Wooyoung pointed out.

"Shush, let me be protective," San said. Wooyoung chuckled and hugged him quickly before
pulling back as he realised something.

"Why were you calling the first place," he asked.

"What do you mean," San asked with a frown.

"Zeus said you were calling and you called a couple of times. What were you calling about,"
Wooyoung asked.

"Oh, that. I was worried about you. Yeosang said you were messaging and then you suddenly
sent a couple of random letters and wouldn't reply after that," San explained.

"Oh. So I'm guessing you guys didn't get a chance to talk about Jongho," Wooyoung said as
he slipped his hand into his boyfriend's and guided him in the direction of the salon. He still
had an appointment to get to after all.

"Jongho? Why would we talk about Jongho," San asked.

"Cos Sangie has a crush on him," Wooyoung replied with a shrug.

"Really," San asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I think that's why he enjoyed going to watch so much. I think that's why he also liked
to anonymously donate to him," Wooyoung said.

"Interesting. You two have the same type," San said.

"Well, not really. You and Jongho are pretty different," Wooyoung said.

"I mean we're both fighters, both the same height, both have black hair, our last names are
Choi and our fighting names are animals," San pointed out with a shrug.

"Huh, that does sound pretty similar," Wooyoung noted with a nod. San chuckled and ruffled
Wooyoung's hair.

"Are we heading to the salon," he asked.

"Yep," Wooyoung replied with a nod.

"Hey, what happened to you getting driven there by the way. That was the reason I didn't
walk you in the first place," San said.

"My driver was busy and the weather is nice so I thought I'd walk. I didn't realise that
someone would grab me in the middle of town," Wooyoung said with a pout. San was quiet
for a few minutes, just thinking as they slowly continued on their way.

"The guy who grabbed you, he mentioned Jay right," San spoke up after a bit.

"He did," Wooyoung replied.

"We need to have a chat tonight. Nothing bad, I just think we need to talk about a few
things," San said softly. Wooyoung was a little nervous as to what they needed to talk about
but he nodded.
"Ok," he said.

"Come on, let's go dye this hair baby," San said with a grin.

~~~~~

Yeosang giggled as he walked into Wooyoung's bedroom, making the younger turn around.

"What're you giggling about," Wooyoung asked.

"I just saw San in the loungeroom," Yeosang said as he ran his hands through Wooyoung's
freshly black hair.

"Is he still acting weird? He was acting weird earlier, all fidgety and nervous," Wooyoung sad
with a frown.

"Oh yeah, he's definitely acting weird," Yeosang drawled with a nod.

"Why're you saying it like that? Now you're acting weird as well," Wooyoung said.

"Because I know why he's acting weird," Yeosang said with a chuckle as he leaned back
against a bedpost.

"I think it may have been what happened earlier. It may have rattled him a bit more than he
showed," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Oh he's definitely rattled, just not about that," Yeosang said with a smirk. Wooyoung rose an
eyebrow before sighing.

"Go ahead. Enlighten me on what My Kang has decided is happening now," he said, making
Yeosang chuckle.

"You went from a cute little lavender fairy to a sexy black-haired hotness on legs. Honey,
your boyfriend is in what we call a gay panic," Yeosang said.

"Wait, really," Wooyoung asked in surprise.

"Yeah, really. When did he start acting weird," Yeosang asked.

"Well after we left the salon-. Oh," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah, oh. He was sitting on the couch, holding his head and bouncing his knee up and down.
You're making him panic so much and it's hilarious," Yeosang said with a giggle.

"Now I'm going to head to the gym downstairs for a couple of hours, you two enjoy,"
Yeosang said, patting Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung scoffed but watched as his best friend
left. He quickly finished getting changed before heading out of his room. He went to the
loungeroom, finding San sitting how Yeosang said with the TV playing something on low
volume. He quickly padded over, climbing over the back of the couch and dropping down
beside San who jumped at the sudden movement.
"Hey," Wooyoung said as he crawled over into San's lap, placing his knees on either side and
draping his arms around his neck. San's hands instinctively came up to rest on Wooyoung's
waist.

"Hi," San replied, smiling softly. Wooyoung quickly leaned forwards and placed a kiss to
San's dimple, feeling the others grip tighten slightly in response.

"Whatchya doing," Wooyoung asked.

"Just sitting here and thinking. Boring stuff really," San said with a shrug. Wooyoung grinned
slyly and shuffled closer, hearing San have sharp intake of breath.

"So, how do you like my hair," Wooyoung asked.

"It's beautiful, you're beautiful," San replied.

"Really? Is that all," Wooyoung asked with a pout. He deflated slightly after he said that,
realising he might be pushing a bit. It doesn't matter if San knows he's not the most attractive
person walking around, he-.

"You look hot right now, like so hot. I did not expect to have this big of a reaction to a change
in hair colour because you were absolutely stunning in lavender but damn Wooyoung, you
look so good. I'm trying to fight the urge to just pin you to the couch and then kiss and cuddle
you for hours," San rushed out suddenly, cutting Wooyoung's thoughts off. They both went
silent at that, San blushing at his outburst while Wooyoung was just trying to process what he
said.

"Oh, really," he said slowly.

"Yes really. My god Wooyoung, you are so gorgeous. So pretty, just for me," San murmured,
placing a delicate kiss to San's neck. Wooyoung blushed at the praise, cuddling closer to San
by burying his head in his neck. San lifted a hand from Wooyoung's waist and instead, ran it
through his hair. The two of them sat curled together for a few minutes before San broke the
silence.

"Hey Youngie, I have a question. And you don't have to answer it if you don't feel
comfortable," he said gently.

"Ok," Wooyoung replied.

"Do you. Do you have body image issues, or like, do you not love yourself sometimes," San
asked quietly. Wooyoung stiffened but San quickly soothed him, rubbing his back and kissing
his hair.

"You don't have to answer right away, you don't even have to answer at all. Just know that I'm
here, I love you and I'm not going anywhere," San said firmly. Wooyoung was nervous,
terrified even but he trusts San.

"I'm not very pretty," he whispered.

"What do you mean you're not very pretty," San asked him.

"I'm just not. It's something I've come to terms with over the years," Wooyoung said with a
shrug. San's heart broke at the younger boys words.

"What makes you think that baby," San asked.

"Just cos it's true. Mum was a model when she was younger so she wanted me to be one but
she said I wasn't pretty enough. I think that's why she likes Sangie so much more than me.
Because he's pretty and he used to be a model," Wooyoung said. San's heart clenched and he
frowned angrily. How could a mother say that to her own child?

"Your mum is wrong. You are so beautiful Wooyoung. Ask anyone. Ask Yeosang, Hwa,
Joong, even Jongho. We can all see how pretty you are Precious," San said firmly. Wooyoung
let out a sigh and nuzzled his head closer.

"You kind of have to say that cos you're my boyfriend," Wooyoung said.

"I've known how pretty you are since I met you Wooyoung. Me being your boyfriend has
nothing to do with it," San said. Wooyoung didn't reply, just shrugged and relaxed in San's
arms.

"You don't believe me," San asked softly.

"Not really but I appreciate it," Wooyoung said softly. He felt San's arms wrap tightly around
his waist and hold him close. It was silent for a bit before Wooyoung felt something wet drip
onto his ear. He was confused but then it happened again. He pulled back from the hug
slightly to figure out what was going on but froze when he saw the stream of tears falling
down San's face.

"Sannie," he gasped in shock as he quickly cupped the fighters face. Wooyoung has cried
quite a bit but San has only ever cried once or twice that he's seen so it was a shock to see the
steady flow of tears trailing down his face.

"What's wrong, why're you crying," he asked. San let out a small sob before shaking his head
and turning away. His hand gently pushed Wooyoung off his lap completely as he faced the
other way, his head dropping into his hands. Wooyoung's eyes went wide anxiously as he
hovered behind San. The older boys shoulders were shaking, small sounds slipping from his
lips despite his attempts to quieten them.

"Sannie, what's wrong? Why're you crying," Wooyoung asked frantically.

"I'm f-fine," San said, making Wooyoung snort.

"You're crying Sannie, you're most definitely not fine," Wooyoung said, getting off the couch
before kneeling beside it, in front of San.

"I shouldn't be c-crying. Sorry," San said.

"Crying is fine Sannie, it doesn't matter that you are. I'm more worried about why you are
crying," Wooyoung said softly. He placed his hands on San's thighs and squeezed them softly.
San finally glanced over at him, offering a weak smile.

"What's wrong Kitty," Wooyoung whispered, resting his chin on San's leg as he looked up at
him. San snorted wetly at that, giggling lightly through his tears.

"Kitty? Where did that come from," he asked.

"Well you call me baby so I wanted a pet name for you too," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"And Kitty was the first thing that came to mind," San questioned with a small smile as he
wiped his eyes.

"I mean your fighting name is Lynx which is a type of cat. Plus you remind me of one
sometimes," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"Did it make you feel better though," Wooyoung asked hopefully. San had stopped crying
which was a good thing.

"A little," San admitted quietly.

"You want to talk about what happened? Why you were upset," Wooyoung asked.

"It's really nothing about me Woo," San said.

"Then what's it about? Why're you crying," Wooyoung asked softly. San sighed and tugged
Wooyoung up to sit beside him, holding his hand gently.

"It just hurts that your self image has been dragged so far down that you can't see how truly
beautiful you are. I was mesmerised by you when we first met. Creeped out cos you were in
my room, but still mesmerised. You're drop dead gorgeous Wooyoung. You had a beautiful
tan on you skin, your eyes were like stars, so sparkly and full of life. Your mole was just
adorable and all of that is still true. In my eyes you would put all of those models to shame.
You are gorgeous baby and I hate that you can't see that," San said sadly.

"Y-You, you think my skin is pretty," Wooyoung asked with a frown.

"Very. I love it so much. I love everything about you. My pretty little Wooyoungie," San said.
Wooyoung moved forwards quickly and hugged San tightly, his mind going over San's words
as a small smile slipped onto his face.

"I still don't believe you, not yet. But please keep trying, please. I want to believe it, I really
do. I want to know how it feels to be pretty," Wooyoung pleaded. San squeezed his eyes shut
to stop himself from bursting into tears again, hugging Wooyoung back firmly.

"I will remind you every day until the day I die Wooyoung," he promised. Wooyoung grinned
and snuggled closer in San's arms.

"Thank you," he said, lifting his head to place a soft kiss to San's jaw.
 "That's not something you need to thank me for baby. I'd be delighted to be able to tell you
how gorgeous you are, to shower you in the praise you deserve," San said. The two once
again sat cuddling together for a while. Wooyoung was so comfortable that he started to drift
off slightly in San's arms. His eyes had slipped closed and his breathing slowed down.

"Are you falling asleep on me," San asked quietly, letting out a light chuckle. Wooyoung just
mumbled incoherently.

"Before you fall asleep baby, I want to talk to you about one more thing. It's important," San
said. Wooyoung sighed but blinked himself back awake.

"What's up," he asked with a yawn.

"I think Jongho was right the other day," San said quietly.

"With which part? He said a lot," Wooyoung said.

"You would be safer if you pay Jay off, if you become my manager," San said.

"Wait, seriously? You'll let me be your manager," Wooyoung asked quickly.

"We've got quite a bit to go over but yes, I'm officially hiring you as my manager," San said.
Wooyoung shot up quickly, clapping happily as his face lit up.

"Oh this is going to be great. Ooo, I can make you little snack packs for after matches. Do
managers give massages? Eh, who cares, I can give you them," Wooyoung said happily. San
smiled and shook his head fondly at the younger.

"What have I gotten myself into," he asked. Wooyoung suddenly gasped and grabbed San's
arm tightly.

"I can start planning out things now," Wooyoung said excitedly as he jumped up and rushed
to his bedroom, leaving San on the couch. San sighed before getting up and following the
younger with a chuckle. He may have just created a demon.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 17 everyone and I hope you enjoyed it! I kind of forgot I was still
posting this so sorry for the late update for those of you still reading

Let me know your thoughts on the chapter, your favourite bits throughout it
 Chapter 18
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Stop panicking. Why're you the one panicking? Shouldn't Wooyoung be the one panicking,
or San." Wooyoung perked up at the sound of his name. He sat up from where he was laying
on top of San on the couch, glancing over at where his best friend was pacing back and fourth
near the kitchen.

"What happens if they get ambushed or something? What if it's a trap," Yeosang asked
worriedly.

"That's what I'm there for, strength in numbers remember. San and I can tackle anything they
throw at us," Jongho said from where he was sitting on the kitchen bench.

"Woo lay back down, I was comfy," San mumbled.

"Shh, I'm listening," Wooyoung whispered quickly.

"But still, what if there's like 10 people," Yeosang asked.

"You'll be fine, we aren't even going," Hongjoong sad, trying to calm Yeosang down.

"But Wooyoung is. Wooyoung is my best friend, basically my brother. He's my world and I
don't want him hurt," Yeosang rambled quickly.

"Oh my god, you said it," Wooyoung said, bouncing happily and making San groan. Yeosang
stopped walking and turned to him in confusion.

"I'm your world," Wooyoung said with a smug grin. He felt San sit up and slip an arm around
his waist, resting his weight on him from behind.

"Oh, well, yeah. You say that all the time, why is it suddenly a big deal that I'm saying it,"
Yeosang asked.

"Because you never say it. This is great," Wooyoung said happily.

"Whatever. I'm having a crisis here Jung Wooyoung," Yeosang said with a huff.

"Well I agree with Hongjoong. San will be with me and Jongho is coming along as well, just
in case they try something," Wooyoung said.

"But that doesn't guarantee that you three will be ok," Yeosang said.

"We'll be ok Yeosang. I'll have Wooyoung back to you in one piece in a couple of hours, I
promise," San said.
"Why did you guys have to agree to meet up at midnight? Do you know how dodgy that is,"
Yeosang whined.

"Wooyoung will be safe. I won't let anything happen to him," San said firmly.

"Yeah Yeosang, we'll be fine. Can't let your investments go to waste," Jongho said with a grin
as he jumped down from the bench and wrapped his arm around the panicking boys shoulder.
Yeosang immediately flushed bright red, his eyes going wide and Wooyoung almost cackled
at the sight. Since Wooyoung told Hongjoong, San and Jongho to come over a couple of
hours ago, Yeosang had been trying not to panic in the presence of Bear.

"Yeah Yeosang, listen to Jongho," Wooyoung said.

"I um, yeah, uh, ok," Yeosang stammered out.

"Where's your room in this lovely penthouse by the way," Jongho asked.

"My room," Yeosang squeaked.

"Yeah. You wanna give me a proper tour of this place," Jongho asked.

"Uh, sure," Yeosang replied quickly. As they walked off, Jongho glanced back and sent a
wink to Wooyoung.

"That's one way to get him to shut up and stop panicking," Wooyoung giggled. San chuckled
lightly and dropped his chin down to rest on Wooyoung's shoulder.

"I'm pretty worried as well but I know you're in good hands. That sleepyhead behind you will
stop at nothing to keep you safe," Hongjoong said. San gave a sleepy hum of agreement as
his eyes slipped closed.

"We'll be ok. We'll come back here to you and Sangie and then go to sleep and when we wake
up, all of our problems will be solved," Wooyoung said.

"I mean, not all of them but yeah, hopefully San won't have people wanting him dead,"
Hongjoong said with a nod. Wooyoung nodded before glancing at the head resting on his
shoulder as he felt San deflate against his back.

"He's asleep," Hongjoong informed him.

"I thought so. Can you help me put him in a more comfortable position? We still have an hour
until we need to leave so I'll let him rest a bit longer," Wooyoung said. Hongjoong nodded
and came over to the two of them gently moving San until he was resting along the couch, his
head on a pillow with another in his arms. San didn't wake the entire time, which was a
testament to how tired he was. Wooyoung sat down on the arm of the couch ad let his hand
drop down to run through San's hair gently. San sighed in his sleep and cuddled closer to the
pillow in his arms.

"It's still a bit of a shock to me to see how comfortable he is with you. It used to take him so
long to fall asleep, especially when there were other people around. Now here he is, just
falling asleep against your back without a care in the world," Hongjoong said with a fond
sigh.

"I'm happy he's comfortable with me. I love him so much," Wooyoung said, lightly brushing
a strand of hair away from San's forehead.

"I can tell. It warms my heart to see that he has found someone he can open up his heart to,"
Hongjoong said with a soft smile.

"I just hope everything tonight goes smoothly or else he's going to beat himself up over it,"
Wooyoung said quietly.

"It's going to be ok Wooyoung, I trust those two."

~~~~~

"This is not ok. I agree with Yeosang, why would you guys say yes to midnight of all times,"
Hongjoong whined.

"See, I told you. Everyone was saying I was overreacting," Yeosang said as he latched on to
Wooyoung.

"No. No, we're past this. We already decided everything would be fine right? Don't start
panicking again now because we need to go," Jongho said quickly.

"Don't berate us for being worried," Hongjoong said with a huff.

"Listen both of you. We're going to be ok. If anything starts to feel off, we will leave
immediately," San promised.

"But what if you don't come back? How will we know if something has happened," Yeosang
asked worriedly.

"Please don't stress Yeosang. I'm going to be safe with those two," Wooyoung said softly as
he hugged Yeosang back tightly. Yeosang snuggled in his arms, clutching tightly to the back
of his hoodie.

"You're going to give me grey hairs, you know that right," Yeosang said quietly.

"You'll be my old man best friend," Wooyoung joked, making Yeosang chuckle lightly.

"I'll see you soon ok. I love you," Wooyoung said, placing a kiss to Yeosang's cheek.

"I love you too. Please stay safe," Yeosang replied quietly.

"I will," Wooyoung promised. Yeosang sighed before pulling away and stepping back.

"We'll see you two soon," San said before grabbing Wooyoung's hand and tugging him out
the door, Jongho following quickly.
"I feel bad making them worry," Wooyoung said with a pout as they walked to the elevator.

"They're just being worrywarts. This needs to be done," Jongho said.

"I know," Wooyoung said with a sigh.

"Don't stress about it right now. For now I want you to focus on what's happening with us in
this moment. You need to be aware of your surroundings just in case," San said softly.
Wooyoung glanced up and nodded quickly. He tightened his hold on San's hand and the
fighter kissed the side of his head gently.

"Love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Wooyoung replied quietly.

~~~~~

The three of them walked into the agreed upon park together, San and Jongho on either side
of Wooyoung just in case it was a trap. San's eyes were constantly scanning their
surroundings, on high alert for any sort of movement.

"Do you think they're actually going to come," Jongho asked after a few minutes of waiting.

"He'll come late to try and rattle us, act like he has the upper hand," San replied.

"Ah, he's one of those people," Jongho said with a nod.

"Yeah, so just keep an eye out and Woo stay close to us. Start using Bear and Lynx if you
want our attention as well," San said. Wooyoung nodded and quickly moved his hand away
from where it was lightly touching San's back.

"If you want comfort, I'm here ok but I want you to do your best to seem unfazed and
confident," San said softly as he stepped closer to Wooyoung.

"I can do that, I'll be ok," Wooyoung said with a nod despite feeling nervous.

"Remember both parts of what I just said. If it gets too much and you need the comfort, I will
give it to you," San said seriously.

"Guys," Jongho said quietly. The two others glanced up to see five men walking towards
them.

"We've got this," Wooyoung said as Jongho took a small step closer to him.

"You'll be ok," he said quietly.

"My, my, my, what do we have here," Jay said with a smirk as they stopped a few meters
back.

"Jay," San said tersely, his posture stiff.

"I assume you're here to beg for my forgiveness after that ridiculous stunt you pulled last
fight. I could have made you hundreds of dollars after the fight if you had finished it properly.
Instead you lost me thousands," Jay said angrily. Wooyoung's eyes flicked up to look at San,
noticing how unsure he was looking from where he was standing. San has always been the
confident, hot-headed, protective one. San has been the one to protect and defend Wooyoung,
over and over again. Any time Wooyoung has seen San with Jay, the fighter has always
looked smaller. Wooyoung was quite nervous, scared but San needs him to be strong. He's
stepping into the role of San's manager which means he needs to be able to help him in times
of need.

"You realise that doesn't even make sense right? You place money on bets and if you lose,
you lose that money but if you win then you make more money. How is it that you lost
thousands when Lynx would have only made a couple hundred. The math doesn't add up,"
Wooyoung said.

"And who are you," Jay asked, looking him up and down.

"I'm Lynx's new manager. Someone who will treat him properly and not steal most of his
money," Wooyoung said angrily. Two men went to step closer but Jongho instantly stepped in
front of Wooyoung with a growl.

"Back off," he said.

"Lynx's new manager? I'm his manager," Jay said with a frown.

"That's why we're here, we have a proposal for you," Jongho said.

"A proposal? And what might that be," Jay asked, his eyes shifting to San. They trailed up
and down his body, hunger reflecting in them. Wooyoung frowned angrily and quickly
stepped in front of San who was still frozen, blocking him from Jay's line of sight.

"I have an offer for you. I will transfer 1 million dollars to you in order for you to drop your
manager position and leave Lynx alone for good," Wooyoung said. Jay's eyes widened at that
as he took in the amount Wooyoung said.

"It's definitely an inviting proposal. However, I have one other condition if I'm going to
accept the proposal," Jay said with a sly smirk. Wooyoung frowned, not liking the look on his
face.

"And what's that condition," he asked.

"I get to spend the night with Lynx-."

"Fuck no. You can shove that proposal up you arse," Wooyoung spat angrily, stepping closer
to San but keeping him behind his back.

"Excuse me? You don't get to make demands. Either he sleeps with me or we don't have a
deal," Jay said.

"Then you don't have a deal," Wooyoung said angrily.

"He stabbed me in the back and messed me around far too much. He should be thankful this
is the deal he is getting," Jay said. Wooyoung felt a body press against his back and shaky
hands clutching his shirt. He was shocked but he remembered San's words from earlier. San
needs the comfort, he needs the protection, so Wooyoung is going to give it to him.

"You are never getting your filthy hands near his body, not in a million years. My last offer is
2 million. Take it or leave it because you aren't going anywhere near Lynx. And before you
give a stupid answer, my name is Jung Wooyoung and I am the next in line to run Jung Hotel
Enterprises which means I have influence and power. You have no idea what lengths I would
go to in order to keep him safe," Wooyoung spat angrily. Jay seemed to hesitate at that, his
eyes going slightly wide.

"2 million," he questioned.

"Final offer. So hurry up and decide," Wooyoung said. Jay thought about it for a few more
seconds before a grin split his face.

"I accept your offer. Stupid idiot couldn't even rake in better money from investors anyway,"
Jay said. Wooyoung clenched his jaw in anger at that but remained silent, knowing it wasn't
worth it.

"Very well. From now on, you are no longer Lynx's manager and you have nothing to do with
him," Wooyoung said.

"If you do choose to come near him, there will be consequences that you will not enjoy,"
Jongho growled.

"Fair enough. Have a good night boys. I expect to find the money in my account before the
end of the day or the deal is off and I'll have my fun," Jay said before he and the others turned
and walked off. Wooyoung was angry but he remained silent, not wanting to say anything
now that the deal was accepted. The three of them waited a few minutes until the others had
definitely gone before collectively letting out a breath.

"I almost peed my pants then," Wooyoung said with a giggle as Jongho chuckled.

"You did really well. Here we were thinking we'd have to speak for you but you had it
handled," Jongho said, holding up his hand. Wooyoung high-fived it happily.

"Did you see me Sannie," Wooyoung asked, spinning around to face the fighter. He stopped
suddenly and his face dropped when he saw that San was slumped slightly, his head turned
down to look at the floor.

"Hey, are you ok," he asked softly, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

"I'm fine," San muttered quietly, shrugging his hand off. Wooyoung frowned at that, knowing
that San was definitely not ok. That much was very obvious. He remembered how San acted
when he saw Jay and he worried that it was still bothering him.

"Hey, talk to me, what's going on," he asked gently, slipping his hand into the olders.
"I said I'm fine," San snapped, yanking his hand away. Wooyoung flinched in surprise at that
but Jongho quickly grabbed his other hand and dragged him back.

"Let's head home before the others get too worried," Jongho said, squeezing Wooyoung's
hand lightly. Wooyoung appreciated the comfort coming from the young fighter, especially
because they've never been that close. San was worrying him but he didn't want to push so he
remained silent for the walk home.

~~~~~

As soon as they opened the door to the apartment, Yeosang and Hongjoong were rushing
over.

"How'd it go? Is everyone ok," Yeosang asked. Wooyoung went to reply but stopped as he
watched San shoulder his way between the two in front of him before walking down the hall
and slipping into Wooyoung's room. Jongho sighed before ushering everyone inside and
closing the door.

"What's wrong? Did it not go well," Hongjoong asked worriedly.

"No it went great, it's all been handled. Wooyoung did really well but it might be best if you
check up on San," Jongho said.

"What happened," Hongjoong asked quietly.

"He froze, badly. Wooyoung stepped in front of him and took over but San's going to be
beating himself up over it," Jongho said.

"Why? I was more than happy to take over. He always protects me so it's about time that I
step up and help him instead," Wooyoung said with a frown.

"Well that's just it, isn't it. He always protects you, he wants to always protect you. He'll see
that as letting you down. That's why he was so cold earlier, because he feels bad," Jongho
explained.

"Oh," Wooyoung said quietly.

"Don't worry, I'll go and talk to him," Hongjoong said before hurrying off.

"You ok," Yeosang asked Wooyoung worriedly, noticing the younger was slightly distressed.

"I'm ok, just worried about San," Wooyoung said quietly.

"He'll be fine, he just cares about you a lot," Jongho said.

"Are you sure he'll be alright," Wooyoung asked nervously, receiving a nod in reply.

"I'm sure. Hongjoong will help him sort things out," Jongho said. Wooyoung was still
worried but he let out a breath and nodded.
"You should probably stay the night, there isn't much point going home," he said.

"Are you sure," Jongho asked.

"Yeah I'm sure. You might have to sleep next to Yeosang though because we only have one
comfortable couch," Wooyoung lied. All of their couches are comfortable but Wooyoung
wants to stay out and wait for San. If San doesn't come out then he'll just sleep on the couch
himself. Plus it will be fun to torture Yeosang.

"I'm ok with that as long as Yeosang is comfortable with," Jongho said, glancing over at the
other boy.

"I um, yeah, yeah that's ok with me," Yeosang said, nodding quickly.

"Great. You two go get ready for bed and I'll wait out here for the other two to finish,"
Wooyoung said. Jongho nodded and gently guided Yeosang away, leaving Wooyoung alone.
Wooyoung sighed and walked over to the fireplace, dimming the heat slightly but still
keeping the fire going for warmth. He glanced at the time on his phone, finding it was
already 1:30am. He was pretty tired but he wanted to try and stay awake in case San came out
so he kicked off his shoes and leant back against the couch as he scrolled through his phone.

~~~~~

"Hey baby. Can you wake up for me Precious?" Wooyoung hummed and slipped his eyes
opened, not realising he had closed them. They landed on San knelt down in front of him, a
soft smile on his face that was lit up by the glow of the fire from the background.

"Sannie," Wooyoung mumbled, his voice a little hoarse. He didn't even realise he had fallen
asleep but it was very obvious he had.

"What's the time," he asked.

"It's almost 4. Hongjoong and I fell asleep but I was worried about where you were sleeping
so I came out here to double check everything was ok," San said softly.

"Oh m'okay. I was just waiting out here in case you came out but I might have fallen asleep
by accident sorry," Wooyoung said.

"No, don't be sorry. I would've let you sleep but it didn't look very comfortable," San said.

"I dunno, I was asleep," Wooyoung said with a shrug.

"You were still holding your phone. Why don't you lay down properly and get comfortable
while I tuck a blanket over you or I can take you back to your bedroom," San asked.

"Are you still annoyed at me," Wooyoung asked.

"Wh-What," San stuttered in confusion.

"Well, I'm not sure if you were annoyed at me or annoyed at what happened," Wooyoung
said.

"Oh. Oh, no. No, I wasn't annoyed at you at all Wooyoung. I'm sorry for how I acted with you
after all that, I was just disappointed in myself. Here I was telling you to come to me for
comfort when I was the one that froze up," San scoffed, looking down sadly. Wooyoung
quickly cupped his chin and tilted his head back up.

"None of that. If I'm allowed to seek help when it gets too much, then you are too,"
Wooyoung said firmly.

"I just, I'm sorry for being so we-"

"You aren't weak San, not at all. You are the strongest person I know and I was more than
happy to be the one helping you this time. I was quite proud of how I managed to handle
that," Wooyoung said.

"Oh, of course. You were amazing Woo. You made me so proud, even if I didn't show it at the
time. You were so brave and so firm, it was amazing," San praised him quickly. He grabbed
the youngers hand and placed a soft kiss to it, making Wooyoung blush.

"I was kind of freaking out on the inside but the way he talked about you just made me so
angry so I went off that," Wooyoung said. San hummed before sighing.

"I'm sorry I'm costing you that much. It's absurd that you'd be willing to pay 1 million, let
alone the 2 million you now have to pay," San said quietly.

"Money means nothing to me when it comes to you San. I would pay him everything I have
if it meant you would be safe from his vile clutches," Wooyoung said honestly. San's eyes got
slightly watery but he quickly moved up to the couch and hugged Wooyoung tightly.
Wooyoung was quick to reciprocate, hugging him back just as tightly.

"I love you so much Jung Wooyoung," San said, kissing the side of his head.

"I love you too," Wooyoung replied quickly. San pressed another kiss to Wooyoung's cheek
before pulling away to look at him.

"My beautiful, strong boyfriend," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair before the youngers
ear and making him blush.

"You make me blush," Wooyoung whispered with a giggle.

"Good. You look just as pretty then," San said with a smile.

"So is that it now? You're free from being mistreated," Wooyoung asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Yeah I am," San said with a nod, watching Wooyoung. Wooyoung smiled happily at
that and San's heart soared.

"What did I do to deserve you," he whispered.

 "San," Wooyoung whined, blushing harder.

"No seriously, what on earth did I do to deserve you? Since I've met you, life has seemed so
much better, I've been so much happier. Just seeing you or hearing your voice is enough to
brighten my day. You're so special to me," San said, pressing a soft kiss to Wooyoung's lips.
Wooyoung kissed back for a few seconds before they pulled away.

"I'm glad I've improved your life. I'll be sure to let Hongjoong know," Wooyoung said,
making San snort out a life.

"You're an idiot," he chuckled.

"But you love me," Wooyoung said.

"That I do. Very much so," San said with a nod.

"Now it's past 4am so it's bedtime for you," San added.

"Only if you come cuddle with me," Wooyoung said as he laid down and held out his arms.
San grinned and gently laid down on top of Wooyoung, hugging him softly. He leant down
and kissed Wooyoung gently, the youngers eyes slipping closed in satisfaction.

"My beautiful boyfriend," San whispered as they pulled apart slightly.

"San," Wooyoung whined in embarrassment.

"What? It's true," San said with a shrug.

"I hate you," Wooyoung mumbled as he cuddled closer.

"Get some sleep my Precious. I have a feeling that things are looking up for us," San
whispered. The two held each other close, drifting off to sleep together with their breathing in
synch, ready for whatever challenges life would throw at them next.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

Here is Chapter 18 everyone, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter and your favourite parts.

The last chapter for this will be the epilogue and should be out in a couple of days so
make sure to keep an eye out :)
 Epilogue: 6 Months Later
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Wooyoung, what are you doing," San asked as he noticed Wooyoung laying on his back on
the floor, looking up at him while he stretched.

"I'm admiring my boyfriend. Damn you're hot, and strong. Look at those muscles,"
Wooyoung replied, his eyes wide and innocent. San groaned and rolled his eyes at the
younger.

"Can you go one day without being an idiot," he asked with a chuckle.

"Hey, that's unfair. You're allowed to call me beautiful and gorgeous but I'm not allowed to
call you strong and hot? I see the double standards here," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"I call you that because you are beautiful," San said.

"I know that. And I'm calling you hot because you're hot," Wooyoung replied simply.

"And I'm calling you two disgusting because this is disgusting." Both San and Wooyoung
turned their heads to the side to see Yeosang frowned with his arms crossed over his chest.

"To be fair, you're the one who chose to come and sit in here," Wooyoung said with a shrug
as he stood up.

"Because you made me come here an hour earlier so you eye up your boyfriend," Yeosang
scoffed.

"Actually it was so I could make sure my fighter was preparing properly, thank you very
much," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah, sure," Yeosang said sarcastically.

"How rude. Why don't you go eye up your own boyfriend. Oh wait, you can't because he's
out of town," Wooyoung teased.

"Low blow," Yeosang muttered as he flopped back down onto the couch.

"Don't mind him Sangie, we're having a group dinner tonight remember," San said.

"I haven't seen him all week though. I'm so deprived," Yeosang whined.

"That's depressing that you're that attached," Wooyoung said teasinly.

"Excuse me! You are latched onto San like a leach 24/7, it's a wonder you haven't sucked out
his soul yet," Yeosang said. San burst into laughter but stopped quickly when Wooyoung
whacked him in the back of the head.

"You're supposed to be on my side," Wooyoung huffed. San sent him an apologetic smile.

"Too bad for you," Yeosang said with a grin.

"How long until I need to head out," San asked as he went over to his bag to grab his tape.

"You've got 10 minutes before we'll head out," Wooyoung replied after checking his phone.

"Perfect, right on time," San said as he walked over and handed Wooyoung the tape.

"Have you eaten that orange I packed for you," Wooyoung asked as he started to tape up
San's hand.

"Yes baby, I did," San replied with a nod.

"Good, you need to keep your vitamin levels up," Wooyoung said.

"I am keeping all of my levels up. You feed me so many different things," San said.

"Good. I want you to be nice and healthy," Wooyoung said as he finished taping one hand.
San smiled and leant forwards, kissing Wooyoung's nose softly.

"My perfect manager, looking after me so well," he said, making Wooyoung grin but Yeosang
fake gag. Wooyoung rolled his eyes at his best friends antics before continuing to wrap up
San's other hand.

"You're getting better at that," San noted quietly as he watched Wooyoung's hand move
quickly.

"It's not too tight is it," Wooyoung asked.

"No, it's perfect," San responded immediately. Wooyoung smiled softly and finished
wrapping San's hand. Once it was done, Wooyoung wrapped San up into a tight hug. San
smiled softly and hugged him back, rubbing his back gently.

"You ok," he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just wanted to hug you," Wooyoung replied. They were both caught off-guard when
another pair of arms wrapped around them but they were quick to accept Yeosang into their
hug, knowing he had missed out this previous week. San leant over and placed a soft kiss to
the top of Yeosang's head. Wooyoung whined so San quickly gave him a kiss as well to
appease him.

"So clingy," he muttered fondly. The three of them remained hugging for a couple of minutes
before Yeosang broke the silence.

"You should probably finish getting ready for the fight," he said.
"That's probably a good idea," San said, pulling away quickly.

"Let's go Lynx," Wooyoung said with a grin.

~~~~~

"Damn Wooyoung, you're going to break my hand," Yeosang groaned.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just worried. He's getting bloodied and bruised out there," Wooyoung said,
nibbling his lip nervously.

"That's kind of the point Youngie," Yeosang said, patting his back.

"I know but I still hate these matches. I know we make a lot of money but it still means San
gets hurt," Wooyoung said quietly. He watched closely as another hit collided with San's face,
wincing in worry. Before any more hits could land on either fighters, the bell rang to signal a
quick break. San hurried over to the box, collapsing in the chair beside Wooyoung who had
some water ready. San guzzled some down quickly before Wooyoung poured a little bit onto
the fighters face.

"I want you to win this quickly now," Wooyoung said as he placed his hand on San's shoulder
to get his attention. San glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I thought we were gonna wait a bit longer for some better winnings," San said quietly.

"We were but we've already got good winnings so I want you to end it quickly," Wooyoung
replied.

"Okay, so what's the reason," San asked, tilting his head closer to Wooyoung.

"I don't like seeing you this bruised and bloody," Wooyoung said softly.

"Plus, I'll give you your favourite cuddles tonight," he whispered, guiding San's hand up to
rest on the exposed part of his chest. San swallowed dryly, his eyes trailing up and down
Wooyoung's body. Wooyoung was wearing his white t-shirt with special black patterns. His
top three buttons were undone which exposed part of his chest and his collar bones. His hair
was styled up and held back with a paid of sunnies and San thought he looked absolutely
stunning.

"Well that is an offer I cannot refuse," he whispered as he was called back into the ring.
Wooyoung grinned and leant back in his chair.

"You two are disgusting," Yeosang scoffed. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and whacked the back
of Yeosang's head. The fight started back up with the other fighter swinging wildly at San
who dodged it with ease. San then ran forwards quickly, doing a swinging back kick that
collided with the mans head and sent him crashing to the ground. Wooyoung jumped up and
cheered with the crowd, slipping into the ring. He went over to the down man, counting to
three before jumping up and cheering as the crowd roared.
"Wrapping up this tight match in style, the winner is Lynx." Wooyoung moved into San's
arms and hugged him tightly, feeling the fighters arms wrap around him too.

"Settle down baby," San whispered into his ear. Wooyoung nodded and quickly let go,
allowing San to bow down before they left the ring, Yeosang following them back to the
room.

"That kick was awesome San," Yeosang said, making the younger grin.

"Thanks, I'm pretty proud of it," San said happily.

"Yeah, I'm sure you had great motivation," Yeosang said.

"What can I say, I'm addicted to cuddles from my beautiful boyfriend," San said with a shrug
as Wooyoung giggled.

"I'll quickly get ready so we can go home. Yeosang, can you just go remind Hongjoong about
dinner tonight so he doesn't forget," San said. Yeosang nodded before leaving the room. As
soon as he was gone, San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, tugging him close and
kissing him softly. Wooyoung kissed him back before giggling and pulling away.

"Does that not hurt? You have a cut on your lip," he pointed out.

"Nah, I'm alright," San replied softly.

"Come sit down so I can patch you up," Wooyoung said, pecking the corner of San's lips
softly before pulling away and going to the first aid kit. San grinned and sat down, turning
San's face towards him. He gently dabbed San's cut with an alcohol wipe, watching as San
winced.

"You alright," he asked softly.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine, just stings a little," San replied with a nod. Wooyoung nodded
before continuing to gently clean San's cuts.

~~~~~

"Kang Yeosang and Choi San, get off the couch and help me set up the table," Wooyoung
yelled in frustration.

"But we're comfy. So San, don't give in," Yeosang whined as San immediately got up at
Wooyoung's words. San quickly walked over to Wooyoung and plucked the stack of plates he
was holding from his arms.

"Yeosang, please. I actually cooked tonight while you two have just been watching TV. If you
guys want to live here then you need to help out," Wooyoung said.

"Hey, I'm helping," San said with a frown as he continued to place the plates on the table.
"And technically Yeosang barely lives here, he spends most of his time downstairs in
Jongho's apartment when he isn't away," San pointed out. Wooyoung scowled at him so he
quickly snapped his mouth shut.

"Yeosang is still down as living here. If he wants to go live with his boyfriend, then he can go
live with his boyfriend. Until then, he needs to help out because the others are supposed to be
arriving in 10 minutes," Wooyoung said.

"None of them will arrive on time anyway," Yeosang said.

"Half of them literally live downstairs," Wooyoung pointed out.

"Yeah but Jongho is coming from out of town and Hongjoong can't be on time to save his life
which means Seonghwa will be late as well. Yunho will probably stop at their apartment too
and I have no idea what Mingi is like," San said.

"Mingi might be the only one on time," Yeosang said.

"I don't care. Hurry up or I am bringing out the wooden spoon," Wooyoung said. Yeosang
jumped up immediately at that and hurried to the kitchen to help, making Wooyoung chuckle.

"Thank you Sangie," Wooyoung said sweetly. They had just finished setting the table when
there was a knock on the door. Wooyoung quickly went over and opened the door, smiling
when he saw Mingi standing there.

"Hi Gigi," he said with a grin, holding out his arms.

"Hey Youngie," Mingi said with a grin, scooping Wooyoung into his arms. The two of them
are actually quite close as they've known each other for year however it's only when they
aren't working that they can act normally together. Wooyoung giggled and wrapped his legs
around Mingi's waist, clinging to him like a koala. Mingi shut the door and carried
Wooyoung inside, over to the dining table. San turned around to say hello but paused and
raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, hey. Am I interrupting something," he asked slowly. Wooyoung chuckled and let go of
Mingi, moving over to San.

"This is Mingi," he said happily. San looked Mingi up and down before slipping an arm
around Wooyoung's waist and tugging him close. Wooyoung yelped, not having expected the
action before he recovered and hugged San back happily.

"I'm San, Wooyoung's boyfriend," San said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you San, Wooyoung has told me a lot about you," Mingi said, holding
out his hand. San didn't move though, just glanced at the hand and tightened his hold around
Wooyoung.

"Sannie," Wooyoung said in confusion as Mingi slowly lowered his hand. There was a giggle
from behind them and San rolled his eyes as Yeosang slung his arm over his shoulder.
"Excuse San over here, he's being what we like to call a jealous and overprotective
boyfriend," Yeosang said as San grumbled quietly.

"Oh," Wooyoung gasped, finally realising why San was acting odd.

"Sannie here felt threatened when he saw you carrying his precious Wooyoungie," Yeosang
said sweetly.

"I did not," San scoffed.

"He totally did," Yeosang said, nodding seriously.

"Don't worry, that brat is all yours," Mingi said with a grin. San frowned at that, cuddling
Wooyoung closer and kissing the side of his head.

"He's not a brat," he said quietly as there was a knock at the door. Yeosang grabbed Mingi's
hand and tugged him away to meet the others. Wooyoung giggled and turned to face San.

"What was that," he asked.

"You two were all lovey-dovey," San said with a pout.

"I've known him for a long time San so he's a good friend, not someong I'm interested in. I'm
only interested in you," Wooyoung said gently.

"I know that Woo, I was just acting irrational, I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry, I'll apologise to
Mingi," San said with a groan.

"Hey, it's ok. It was kind of cute," Wooyoung said with a grin.

"Still definitely apologise though," he added, San nodded quickly just as the others came
over.

"So what's for dinner tonight," Hongjoong asked.

"Sit down and you'll find out," Wooyoung replied. Hongjoong rolled his eyes but they all did
as asked. Wooyoung sat down with San and Mingi beside him while the other side was
Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho.

"Where's Yeosang," San asked.

"Making out with Jongho in the doorway," Seonghwa replied.

"And he calls us disgusting," Wooyoung huffed. San smiled softly and ruffled the youngers
hair lightly.

"Should we wait for those two or start eating cos I am starving," Wooyoung said.

"We can wait," San said, making Wooyoung pout and Hongjoong laugh.

"They haven't seen each other in a week, they're gonna take so long," Wooyoung whined.
"That's too bad. Jongho is our guest so we will wait. I don't hear anyone else complaining,"
San said.

"No one else spent 2 hours cooking while their boyfriend and best friend cuddled up on the
couch watching TV," Wooyoung replied.

"San! How could you leave Wooyoung to cook everything alone," Seonghwa scolded him.

"Because we've found that Wooyoung can actually cook and I just burn everything," San said
rolling his eyes.

"That is true. He's kind of banned from the kitchen," Wooyoung conceded with a nod.

"See, I couldn't help anyway," San said.

"Moral support is helpful as well," Wooyoung said with a pout.

"Stop whining Woo. I'll buy you some fried chicken to make up for it," Yeosang said as he
and Jongho walked over and sat down.

"Great, everyone's here so time to eat," Wooyoung said happily.

"Ok, food time," San said with a clap. Everyone started to pile food onto their plates, chatting
together as they ate.

~~~~~

"Hey Wooyoung, could I talk to you real quick," Mingi asked. They had all finished dinner
about 10 minutes ago and were going to sit down to watch a movie.

"Sure," Wooyoung replied, taking Mingi over to his room.

"What's up," he asked as he closed the door. Mingi seemed nervous so he was a little worried.

"Is Yunho available," Mingi asked. Wooyoung blinked in confusion, processing his words
before letting out a breath.

"Damn, I thought it was something serious because you seemed so nervous," he said.

"Excuse me, this is serious," Mingi said with a frown. Wooyoung chuckled and rolled his
eyes.

"Come on Woo, is he," Mingi pleaded.

"To the best of my knowledge he is single but I don't know him too well to be honest. San
and him were at odds for a while, it's only been the past two months that they've gotten a bit
closer," Wooyoung said.

"Really? Why didn't they get along," Mingi asked.

"I um, I'm not actually sure the reason why. I've never asked," Wooyoung replied.
"But you're pretty sure he's single," Mingi asked and Wooyoung nodded.

"Great, thanks," Mingi said, smiling in relief.

"I assume that means you're interested in him," Wooyoung said.

"Yeah, he's a great guy. I really think we've been hitting it off," Mingi said.

"That's great, I hope it goes well. I'm happy for you," Wooyoung said. Mingi grinned and
they hugged quickly before leaving the room to meet up with the others who already had the
movie set up. Wooyoung went over to San who was sitting on the end of the couch beside
Yunho.

"Can I sit on your lap," he asked quietly. San nodded in reply and held out his arms.
Wooyoung quickly turned and sat down on San's lap, the olders arms encircling his waist.
Wooyoung leant back, leaning against San's chest, his head angled to rest on his shoulder as
well. San smiled and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's neck as the younger boy relaxed.

"I love you," San whispered into his ear.

"I love you too," Wooyoung replied as he turned to San slightly. The movie begun to play so
everyone went silent as they paid attention. Wooyoung started to get distracted about halfway
through as he started shifting around slightly. San's arms tightened around him and he tugged
him back.

"What're you doing," he asked quietly.

"Getting comfortable," Wooyoung whispered. San nodded and allowed Wooyoung to move a
bit more until he was comfortable. Wooyoung lasted three more minutes before shifting again
and San held back a groan.

"Youngie, stop moving please," he said. Wooyoung felt bad because he was bothering San
but he just couldn't get comfortable.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's ok, what's wrong," San asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the others.

"Can't get comfy," Wooyoung said with a sigh. Truthfully, he was also a little hot which was
probably adding to it.

"Would he feel more comfortable on my lap? I don't mind if he moves around a bit."
Wooyoung and San both glanced to the side to see Yunho watching them.

"It's up to you baby," San said softly. Wooyoung glanced over at Yunho again before getting
an idea.

"You're ok with it," Wooyoung clarified to which San nodded. Wooyoung quickly climbed
from San's lap onto Yunho's and settled down. Yunho was a lot colder than San so Wooyoung
surprisingly settled down quite quickly.
"Hey Yunho," he spoke up after a few minutes. Yunho hummed in reply, turning his attention
to him.

"Why did you hate San so much," Wooyoung asked, making both Yunho and San chuckle.

"I moved into a house about two years ago but before that I rented an apartment. Seonghwa
and Hongjoong were basically living on the streets at that point in time so I had them staying
with me. The thing was that I wasn't allowed to have anyone else staying with me so we hid
it. San being the genius that he is, managed to accidentally tell my landlord about them
staying. I got kicked out and so did they by default. I was pissed with him and I guess I can
hold a grudge," Yunho explained. Wooyoung glanced over at San, seeing he was blushing and
looking at his lap.

"As I have said before, I had no idea Hongjoong and Seonghwa were not allowed, nor did I
know that guy was the landlord. All I was doing was visiting Hongjoong. Joong is my brother
and I would never want to hinder him in any way," San said.

"I know that now, I just never listened to you before because I was angry," Yunho said.

"It's fine, we've already worked this out. I was just informing Wooyoung," San said, moving
over to rest his head against Yunho's shoulder.

"We were actually pretty good friends for a year or two before the incident," Yunho said.
Wooyoung was surprised at that but was also glad that they seemed to be getting along again.
Wooyoung yawned slightly before snuggling down in Yunho's hold, feeling San's hand slip
under his shirt to rest on his back. Wooyoung glanced at him, smiling softly.

~~~~~

"Thanks for coming guys, we'll need to catch up again sometime soon," Wooyoung said
happily as everyone was getting ready to leave.

"Woo, we live downstairs and see you almost daily," Hongjoong pointed out.

"I mean all 8 of us together. Mingi and Yunho don't live here," Wooyoung said.

"Oh, true," Hongjoong said with a nod.

"We'll all definitely catch up again," Seonghwa said, the others nodding. Wooyoung smiled
happily, slipping his hand into San's.

"Tonight was great guys, it was lovely to meet you all. I'm going to drive Yunho home cos he
caught the bus here so I'll see you guys again soon hopefully," Mingi said. Wooyoung held
back a grin as he watched them walk away, their hands brushing together slightly.

"We'll head off as well," Seonghwa said, waving before leaving with Hongjoong.

"I'm going to stay with Jongho tonight as well," Yeosang said. Wooyoung gasped and
clutched his chest.
"Ditching us already," he said. Yeosang rolled his eyes but grinned before leaving with
Jongho. That was officially everyone gone, meaning San and Wooyoung were alone. As soon
as the door closed shut, San backed Wooyoung up against it and kissed him firmly.
Wooyoung wrapped his arms around San's neck instantly and kissed him back eagerly, tilting
his head to deepen the kiss. Wooyoung nudged San away after a minute, needing some air
and San pulled back immediately.

"At least wait until we get to the bedroom," Wooyoung giggled.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it. You're far too stunning for me to resist," San said. Wooyoung
blushed shyly but smiled softly.

"That I am. But seriously, bedroom," Wooyoung said. San chuckled before pulling away and
they made their way back to their bedroom.

"Get ready for bed and we can cuddle," Wooyoung said. San nodded and went to grab his
clothes. The two of them got changed, brushed their teeth and washed their faces before
slipping into bed.

"Excuse me, I believe you owe me my favourite cuddles," San said as he laid back.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes but quickly slipped his shirt off, discarding it to the ground before
cuddling up to San. San hummed happily, moving his hand to rest on Wooyoung's stomach
and carressing it delicately.

"I love your tummy," he whispered.

"Trust me, I know. You've been obsessed with it ever since I first showed you," Wooyoung
said. San pouted and shifted down, placing a light kiss to Wooyoung's stomach before
returning to his previous position.

"It deserves praise just for itself," he said, making Wooyoung laugh and hug him tightly.

"God I love you," he said.

"I love you too," San replied, kissing his head softly.

"Thank you for always looking after me and for helping me feel better about myself,"
Wooyoung said.

"You're my boyfriend Woo, my universe as you like to say. I'm going to do everything in my
power to keep you safe and happy until the day I die," San said firmly.

"Even when we're old and wrinkly," Wooyoung asked.

"Especially when we're old and wrinkly," San said with a chuckle. Wooyoung smiled to
himself and snuggled down.

"I'm glad we met," he said quietly.

"So am I," San whispered, rubbing the youngers stomach.

 "I love you," Wooyoung said.

"I love you too baby, more than anyone else in this world. I can't wait to grow old with you,"
San said. The two boys curled closer in bed, their bodies melding together, feeling safe and
ease, eager to experience the many years to come with each other.

Chapter End Notes

A/N

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