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“Wooyoung, I didn’t expect you to be visiting me today. Anyways, come in,” Y/N said. Then Wooyoung came in, and he placed the food on the dining table, and both of them started to eat some lunch.

“Thank you for bringing me some food, Wooyoung,” Y/N said, smiling.

“No problem! By the way, did I disturb you?” Wooyoung asked.

“No! To be honest, I was working on our research,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I see. What’s the topic of your research?” Wooyoung asked.

“Umm… Life of a male escort,” Y/N said, which shocked Wooyoung.

“Really? About a male escort? Was that your idea?” Wooyoung asked.

“No! It was not! It was Jia’s idea,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I thought it was your idea because I would be very shocked if you were the one who had that kind of topic in mind.  Why is it about male escorts?” Wooyoung asked.

“Jia told me that this research is to make the public change their perspective towards male escorts,” Y/N said.

“Wow! I am kinda impressed with the intention of the research. So it means you need to interview some male escorts for this research, right?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yeah! But unfortunately, we still haven’t found a male escort who is willing to have an interview with us,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I have a friend who is a male escort. I’ll call him if he is willing to have an interview,” Wooyoung said.

“Really? You really have a friend who is a male escort?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah! You want me to call him right now? So that we can know his response?” Wooyoung asked.

“Right now? Isn’t he busy?” Y/N asked.

“He told me that he doesn’t have any schedule today until Sunday,” Wooyoung said.

“Okay! But you will be the only one who will tell him about the interview,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk with him today? I will be the only one to tell him?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yeah! I was already kinda traumatised already talking to male escorts,” Y/N said.

“What? Why?” Wooyoung asked.

“There are other male escorts that I talked to who were really a maniac when Jia and I searched for someone who is up for an interview,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I see. But I assure you, my friend, San is a respectful and decent male escort,” Wooyoung said.

“Okay! But today, you should be the one who will inform about the interview,” Y/N said.

“Sure! I’ll call him now for real,” Wooyoung said, then Y/N nodded. Then Wooyoung called his friend named San.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

San: Hey, Wooyoung! Why did you call?

Wooyoung: I didn’t disturb you, right?

San: Yeah!  No worries. So why did you call today?

Wooyoung: I am here at my friend’s house today.

San: Who is that friend of yours?

Wooyoung: It’s Y/N. The one that I always mention to you whenever we hang out.

When Wooyoung said that she was always mentioned to San, which made Y/N raise her eyebrows, Wooyoung noticed, and he just smiled and winked at her. Then, Y/N rolled her eyes, and Wooyoung slightly chuckled while he was still talking with San.

“What is Wooyoung telling that male escort about me? I suddenly got curious,” Y/N thought.

CONTINUATION OF THE CONVERSATION:

San: Oh! Okay! So, does this have a relation to her that you wanted to talk about?

Wooyoung: Yeah! She has a thesis about the life of a male escort, and she needed someone for an interview for their research. Are you willing to do an interview?

San: Yeah! I am willing to do an interview. If it’s for her.

Wooyoung: Oh! Okay! That’s great! You will be a great help to them.

After Wooyoung got the answer, he gave a thumbs-up to Y/N, and Y/N was happy that they finally had someone willing for the interview.

CONTINUATION OF THE CONVERSATION:

Wooyoung: So, when are you available to do the interview, and where are you comfortable doing the interview?

San: You told me that she is your neighbour, right?

Wooyoung: Yeah! Wait. You are saying that you will come here to her condo unit?

San: Yes! I think it’s good to talk about my job in a private place rather than in a public place, and also, I can go to her place tomorrow at 1 pm since I don’t have any schedules until Sunday.

Wooyoung: Okay! I was kinda surprised. Her condo unit number is 1203.

When Y/N heard that San would be coming to her condo unit tomorrow, she got nervous, but she just thought that it was good to talk to him immediately, since it was really needed for their research.

CONTINUATION OF THE CONVERSATION:

San: Great! But I think she won’t have plans to go somewhere tomorrow, right?

Wooyoung: Wait, I’ll just ask her right now. To be honest, she is listening to me at this moment.

San: Oh! Okay!

“So, you are not going anywhere tomorrow, right?” Wooyoung asked Y/N.

“Yes! I will be here for the whole day. By the way, what time is he going to be here tomorrow?” Y/N asked.

“He said it’s 1 pm. I’ll tell now San that you are free tomorrow,” Wooyoung said, then Y/N nodded.

CONTINUATION OF THE CONVERSATION:

Wooyoung: San, Y/N is free tomorrow, and she won’t go anywhere.

San: That’s great! Tell her that I will try my best to answer her questions tomorrow, and just be comfortable with me asking the questions.

Wooyoung: Sure! That will make her at ease.

San: Okay! Are there other things you want to talk about?

Wooyoung: Nope! That’s all, and make sure that you really make Y/N comfortable with you, since she already had a hard time talking with other male escorts before to convince them for the interview.

San: No worries! You know what kind of person I am, right?

Wooyoung: Of course! You are my great friend.  Anyways, thank you again, San! 

San: No problem! Bye and have a nice day, bro!

Wooyoung: You too have a nice day, bro!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Y/N gave Wooyoung a questioning look.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Wooyoung asked.

“What stories are you telling him about me?”Y/N asked, which made Wooyoung slightly laugh.

“No worries, Y/N, all of it is positive,” Wooyoung said.

“You didn’t tell him that I am a virgin, right?” Y/N asked, which made Wooyoung laugh.

“I am not saying those kinds of things. Trust me. You are very funny, Y/N,” Wooyoung said as he was still laughing, then Y/N slapped his arm hard, which made Wooyoung wince in pain.

“That hurts!” Wooyoung said as he pouted.

“If San knew that I was a virgin. I will punch you next time,” Y/N said.

“I swear! I didn’t tell him, and also, why do you think I will tell those kinds of things about you to San? And the two of you haven’t met at all,” Wooyoung said.

“Oh well, you have a point, though. Anyways, let’s just forget about that,” Y/N said.

“Okay! Also, San told me that he will try to answer your questions tomorrow and be comfortable with him asking the questions,” Wooyoung said.

“Okay! I’ll try my best too,” Y/N said.

“Great! I think tomorrow you two will be friends,” Wooyoung said as he smiled.

“I hope so! But I believe your friend is a good and respectful person,” Y/N said.

“Yes! He really is. So no worries tomorrow, okay?” Wooyoung asked, then Y/N nodded.

‘Thank you so much, Wooyoung!” Y/N said.

“No problem, Y/N!” Wooyoung said as he smiled. After long hours, Wooyoung and Y/N had a bonding moment in the condo unit, and when it was already evening…

“Thank you for today, Wooyoung! I really appreciate that you helped me today with our problem in our research, and also for spending time with me today,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“No problem, Y/N! I have to go back to the unit and sleep. Good night, Y/N, and just be comfortable with San tomorrow,” Wooyoung said.

“Okay! Good night, Wooyoung!” Y/N said, then Wooyoung left her condo unit. Then she decided to go to her room and call Jia.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Jia: Y/N! How was the rest of your day?

Y/N: It was great because Wooyoung also visited me earlier, and I have some good news.

Jia: What is the good news? Good news is that Wooyoung is now your boyfriend?

Y/N: What the hell, Jia! No! We are just close friends. The good news is that I will be interviewing a male escort tomorrow here in my place, and it will be Wooyoung’s friend.

Jia: Oh! That’s great! Finally, we already have a male escort to interview for our research.

Y/N: I know, and it’s all thanks to Wooyoung and his friend named San, who is willing to do the interview.

Jia: But are you serious that he will be going to your place tomorrow?

Y/N: Yes! San also knew that I was Wooyoung’s friend, and Wooyoung also mentioned my name to him whenever they hung out, and I really don’t know what positive things about me Wooyoung told San.

Jia: *laughs* Don’t tell me that Wooyoung is your matchmaker to San.

Y/N: Shut up, Jia! That won’t happen. Anyway, that’s what I really want to share with you tonight before I go to sleep.

Jia: Okay! Good luck tomorrow, and tell me how the interview went.

Y/N: Sure! Thanks! Good night, Jia!

Jia: Good night, Y/N!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Y/N went to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY…

Y/N woke up and cleaned the condo unit, and after she cleaned the condo unit, she took a bath. After she took a bath, she decided to eat lunch, then, while she was eating lunch, she suddenly received a message and as she checked it…

“Hi Y/N, This is San! Wooyoung gave me your number so that I can contact you. See you later!”

“Hi, San! See you later! Take care when going here later!- Y/N.”

“Thanks, Y/N! - San”

After exchanging messages with San, Y/N somehow feels at ease.

“It seems San is really a good person, and I think the interview will be smooth,” Y/N thought. After she had lunch, she washed the dishes, and after she did the chores, she decided to ready her laptop and relax for an hour while waiting for San. Then, after an hour, someone pressed the doorbell, and as she checked out the intercom, the person who was outside talked and…

“Hi Y/N! This is San!” San said while he was still outside. When Y/N saw it was San…

“He is so handsome!” Y/N thought, and he quickly opened the door for him, and when the door was opened, San was smiling at her.

“Hi, San!  Come in!” Y/N said as she smiled back. When San comes in and goes to the living room with his stuff…

“Damn! He is so hot! I bet he had so many clients. But why did he have so much stuff?” Y/N thought. Then both of them sat on the sofa.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N!” San said as he smiled and shook hands with Y/N.

“Nice to meet you, too, San!” Y/N said as she smiled back.

“May I know what the goal of the research is?” San asked.

“The main goal is to make the public change their perception towards male escorts,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! That’s good to hear! Sorry if I was the one who started the interview,” San said.

“It’s okay! I understand that you asked me that question since it’s rare to conduct this kind of research about your job. Also, my friend, who is my partner in this research, had an experience booking a male escort and decided to make this a topic in our research, ” Y/N said.

“That’s kinda surprising,” San said as he slightly laughed.

“I know. Anyway, can you tell me what you do as a male escort?” Y/N asked.

“Well, I am a male escort who only meets single women. So, sometimes I accompany them to some events or sometimes just meet for some quick dates, and of course, some women want me to fulfill their sexual desires and fantasies.” San said, which made him gulp.

“Oh! Okay! Also, is it true that male escorts are paid per hour?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! But as for me, I can be paid per day,” San said.

“Oh! I see. Did you have another job that you are doing aside from being a male escort?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! I have an apparel business. So, being a male escort is my only sideline job,” San said.

“Oh! That’s great that you have a business aside from your male escort job. But I also want to know, is there a time when your female client doesn’t want to have sex with you?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! Sometimes, they just like a companion or friend during the meetup or our trip. So, it means it’s not always all about having sex with our client. We, male escorts, can also be a good companion and a friend whenever someone feels alone,” San said as he smiled.

“Oh gosh! He is too handsome when he smiles,” Y/N thought.

“To be honest, my friend also told me that same thing, and it was good to hear that it came from a male escort like you,” Y/N said as she smiled back.

“Can I ask you another question?” San asked.

“Yes! To be honest, I don’t have other questions to ask,” Y/N said.

“Have you already experienced booking a male escort?” San asked.

“No! I don’t have,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! But did you have a plan to book one male escort?” San asked.

“No! I am not comfortable with that, and I also think of my safety,” Y/N said. “I understand. I thought you had already experienced booking one male escort because Wooyoung told me that you had a hard time talking to other male escorts before me,” San said, which made Y/N realize what he was saying.

“Ah! That one! That means my friend and I were searching for a male escort who was willing to do the interview, but I encountered male escorts who just wanted sex in exchange for the interview, and the worst one was when someone told me that he wanted to see me naked first before he would do the interview,” Y/N said as she couldn’t look at San.

“Those bastards! They shouldn’t have done that to you! When I see them, I’ll punch them in their faces!” San said, which made Y/N surprised at his statement.

“Sorry! I just got furious since they are ruining the reputation of a male escort, and also, they should still be respectful,” San said.

“Thanks, San! For saying that. They are all just jerks!” Y/N said, which made both of them laugh.

“But Y/N, you want to experience booking a male escort?” San asked, which made Y/N confused.

“No thanks,” Y/N said.

“Y/N, I can be your male escort until Monday for free,” San said, which made Y/N surprised.

“What? For free? No, thank you, San,” Y/N said.

“Y/N, Just this time. Please? And this will be for free. I am not joking,” San said, which made Y/N blush madly.

“Shit! I didn’t expect this day that a handsome and hot man in front of me would want to be my male escort for 3 days, and it would be for free,” Y/N thought.

“Okay! I think it’s not bad to try it with you since I can feel that you're really a good person,” Y/N said.

“Great! I will be staying here with you starting tonight,” San said, which made Y/N shocked.

“What??” Y/N asked.

“That’s why I have my stuff with me,” San said as he smiled.

“Oh! I didn’t expect that. But you will sleep here on the sofa, okay?” Y/N said.

“Sure, no problem!” Y/N said, which made an awkward laugh.

“I am so sorry if I am suddenly prepared,” San said,

“It’s okay! But it seems you and Wooyoung prepared for it,” Y/N said, which made San laugh.

“Wooyoung didn’t know this at all. I was the one who had this kind of idea because I want to know you more, Y/N,” San said, which made Y/N blush madly.

“What is he talking about? Oh gosh! He is making me crazy!” Y/N thought.

“Okay! Anyways, we can do whatever we want today since I will be relaxing for now from doing the research,” Y/N said, then San smiled and nodded. After that, San decided to change his clothes in the bathroom, and when he came out, he wore a black tank top, which made Y/N drool over him.

“Oh damn! It seems I am really lucky that he is my male escort today until Monday,” Y/N thought, but her thoughts were cut off because San is already calling her name.

“Sorry! I was kinda…” Y/N couldn’t finish her statement.

“Kinda mesmerized?” San asked.

“Yes!” Y/N said and San smirked but Y/N suddenly realized what she said and…

“I mean, NO! You know, never mind!” Y/N said, which made San chuckle, and he suddenly went closer to her, which made Y/N blush madly.

“Tell me Y/N,  do you like muscular guys?” San asked, and Y/N gulped.

“You mean, like you? Umm.. Yes.  As for me, I won’t deny that you are attractive, and I guess you already had plenty of clients before,” Y/N said.

“Actually, it’s not that many, and I am a choosy male escort,” San said,

“Oh! I see. But should a male escort always be muscular and healthy?” Y/N asked.

“As for me, yes. Since that will be an asset to get more clients. By the way, did you have a boyfriend, Y/N?” San asked.

“I had one boyfriend only but it didn’t last long because I don’t like his personality especially when he is in a bad mood he is really scary I should always distance myself from him because whenever he rants to me something especially about his work, I try to comfort him and give him some advice but for him it’s like It’s an argument and he will start to get angry with me,” Y/N said.

“That’s awful. But did he physically abuse you?” San asked.

“Thankfully, I am not physically abused. I was just verbally abused, that’s all. I was really tired of him saying sorry many times to me whenever we became okay after those moments, but he just does it in repetition,” Y/N said.

“I see. But you are not in contact with him anymore, right?” San asked.

“Yes! I don’t care about him now,” Y/N said.

“That’s good. When did you two break up? Sorry if my question is very personal,” San asked.

“It’s okay, San. I broke up with him 6 years ago,” Y/N said, which made San surprised.

“6 years ago? Did you have a boyfriend after that?” San asked.

“Nope! I didn’t have a boyfriend after that, but it’s okay. I think it’s not the time for me to have a boyfriend,” Y/N said.

“No one approached you or wanted to date you?” San asked.

“Yeah! But I don’t mind, though. I am not rushing myself to have a boyfriend. As of the moment, I am just having fun being single, but I am still open to being in a relationship,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! Can I ask you one more personal question? I will tell you that this question might be inappropriate for you, but I won’t force you to answer it,” San said.

“It’s okay! Just shoot me the question,” Y/N said.

“Are you a virgin, Y/N?” San asked, which made Y/N surprised.

“Oh! Wooyoung was right, he doesn't share those kinds of things about me with him,” Y/N thought.

“Yes, I am. Even though I had a relationship with someone before, I didn’t do it with him,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! Sorry if my question is very personal,” San said.

“It’s really okay, San. Since I am getting comfortable with you and also, you are Wooyoung’s friend too, and I believe that Wooyoung told me that we can also be friends,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“That’s great to hear from you! By the way, do you have plans tomorrow?” San asked.

“Nope! I just want to relax tomorrow,” Y/N said.

“That’s great because tomorrow I already planned that we are going to stay at a beach resort with a good view,” San said as he smiled, which made Y/N surprised.

“Really? For how many nights? Also, isn’t that expensive?” Y/N asked.

“2 nights. Also, don’t worry about it. I already paid for it. I’ll make it very memorable for you,” San said as he looked into her eyes, which made Y/N suddenly shiver because of the way he looked at her.

“O-okay! Just make sure that we will be safe going to the resort,” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I got you,” San said as he winked at her, which made Y/N chuckle.

“Even though it’s our first time meeting, I’ll trust you, San,” Y/N said.

“Thanks for trusting me, Y/N,” San said.

“No problem, San,” Y/N said as they smiled at each other. Then, suddenly pressed the doorbell, and when Y/N checked it out, it was Wooyoung, then Y/N let Wooyoung come in and…

“Oh! I almost forgot that San came here to see you for the interview. Are you two already done with the interview?” Wooyoung said.

“Yup! To be honest, we have become friends, and also, starting today, I am her male escort for free until Tuesday,” San said as he smiled, which made Wooyoung shocked.

“What? Really? For Free? ” Wooyoung asked, then both of them nodded as San was still smiling, but Y/N couldn’t look at Wooyoung.

“To be honest, I didn’t expect San would ask me to be my male escort starting today,” Y/N said, which made her blush madly.

“Oh! Okay! Make sure Y/N enjoys your service, okay? Also, make sure that she is comfortable with you,” Wooyoung said as he winked, which made San chuckle.

“To be honest, I don’t want to call it a service because that word is too professional. I’ll just call it like a friendly date,” San said, which surprised Wooyoung and Y/N.

“You know, you don’t need to call it a friendly date, just call it a date,” Wooyoung said.

“That’s not bad, though,” San said, then Y/N blushed madly, and she suddenly slapped their arms, which made Wooyoung and San laugh.

“Can you two stop it? Anyways, why did you suddenly visit?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing. I just want to check you out, and I forgot that San is here today. I guess I have to go since you two are now friends and I won’t have any problem now,” Wooyoung said.

“Are you sure? We can hang out all of us today,” Y/N said.

“Yes. To be honest, I am also going to Yeosang’s place. So you two enjoy today, okay? I will go now,” Wooyoung said as he waved goodbye to them and left the condo unit.

“So what are we going to do now?” Y/N asked.

“Let’s eat lunch first, then just watch some movies or shows,” San said.

“Okay! I’ll order the food for us,” Y/N said.

“I’ve already done that. So no worries. While waiting for the food, can we play a game?” San asked.

“What game is that?” Y/N asked.

“Eye contact game,” San said, which made Y/N laugh.

“Are you serious? Like, we are just going to stare at each other? Then what?” Y/N asked.

“Yep! If you lose, you would tell me your darkest secret. But if you win, I will tell mine,” San said.

“Really?” Y/N asked, and San nodded and smiled.

“Okay!” Y/N said as she gulped and blushed.

“I am surely gonna lose this game because this hot man in front of me is killing me deep inside!” Y/N thought. Then San placed his hand in front of their faces before they started the game, and when he counted three, they both stared at each other. 

“She is so beautiful. I am glad she is Wooyoung’s friend, and I finally met her, “ San thought.

As for Y/N, she felt goosebumps because San’s eyes bore into her soul, which made her blink, and San laughed.

“I win!” San said.

“Fine! I already told this to my other friend. Well, my darkest secret is that I already had a wet dream for 3 consecutive days,” Y/N said and covered her face because she was embarrassed, but San laughed.

“Y/N, no need to be embarrassed, okay? But with whom did you have a wet dream? Your ex?” San asked.

“Hell no! I can’t seem to recognize the face, but he was also a hottie and muscular guy like you,” Y/N said as she blushed madly, which made San smirk.

“So, you are now calling me a hottie, huh?” San said.

“Just stop it, San! You are teasing me again,” Y/N said.

“But if I were the guy in your dream, would you let me make your fantasy come true?” San asked, which made Y/N shocked at his question, but when Y/N was about to answer his question, someone pressed the doorbell.

“It seems like that’s our food. I’ll go get it first,” San said, then Y/N just nodded.

“Shit! Why is he suddenly so suggestive? I think I won’t survive until Tuesday,” Y/N thought. After San got their food, he placed it on the table and as they started to eat…

“So, you are still not answering my question from earlier. Would you let me make your fantasy come true?” San asked as he smiled like it was an innocent question.

“Shit! I thought he was going to let it slide and forget his suggestive question,” Y/N thought.

“Seriously? I don’t know what to answer with that question of yours, it's too much for me,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I see. I apologize if the question was below the belt,” San said.

“It seems you are not sorry for asking me that question, and I felt you were confident,” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“What if I am really not sorry for it? What are you gonna do?” San asked as he smirked.

“Fuck! He is making me crazy, and it’s just our first meeting!” Y/N thought.

“San, for god’s sake, can you just stop that?” Y/N said, then suddenly San went closer to her, which made Y/N gulp and surprise.

“What if I don’t want to? Also, it will be an honor if you will let me make your fantasy come true, and most of all, you will let me devirginize you,” San said as he smirked and suddenly kissed Y/N, which made Y/N surprised, and she suddenly pushed San off her, and San just smirked again.

“You know, San, I am still not sure about whether I will give myself to you even though you are incredibly attractive, okay? Since I am not ready to be devirginized.” Y/N said as she didn’t look at him.

“But I can’t deny he was a good kisser,” Y/N thought.

“Okay! Fine. I apologize for what I did and asked you that kind of question,” San said.

“It’s okay. But I want to tell you that you are a good kisser, though,” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“So you did like the kiss, huh?” San asked, which made Y/N get embarrassed and cover her face, and San laughed at her.

“Yes! But still, I told you I am still not ready to give myself to you. But if I am ready, I will tell you,” Y/N said.

“Okay! I’ll respect that,” San said as he smiled.

“Okay! That’s good to hear. But can I touch your biceps, chest, and abs?” Y/N asked, which made her blush madly, and San laughed.

“Wow! I didn’t expect that you would ask me that. It’s okay. But, don’t let your touch linger on my skin because something might wake up or hyped up,” San said as he slightly laughed, which made Y/N confused.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“You are very innocent, Y/N. The more you touch me, the more I will be aroused. You know what I mean?” San asked as he winked at her, and then, Y/N just realized what he said.

“Oh! Okay! I’ll just touch it quickly,” Y/N said.

“Okay! If you said so,” San said suddenly as he removed his black tank top, which made Y/N's jaw drop at his beautiful body build.

“Damn! How can I be so lucky to have him as a male escort?” Y/N thought.

“What are you waiting for? I am all yours, Y/N,” San said as he winked again at her.

“Shut up, San!” Y/N said, which made San laugh, then as Y/N started to touch his chest, biceps, she also traced one of her fingers on his abs, which made San slightly react to her touch.

“I am warning you, Y/N. Don’t make your touch so sensual,” San said, which made Y/N blush madly.

“Shit! I looked like I was a pervert now,” Y/N thought while her hands were on his abs, then she was shocked when San hugged her while he was still shirtless.

“Do you feel better now that you already felt my body heat to you?” San asked.

“Yeah? Thanks for that. But still, I am not giving up my virginity to you because we just met today, and you were just starting as my male escort,” Y/N said.

“Sure, no problem,” San said as he broke away from the hug, and Y/N was still blushing at the lingering feeling of San’s body heat from her when he hugged her.

“To be honest, I was just really mesmerized seeing someone who is muscular like you. That’s why I just had the guts to ask permission to touch your biceps, chest, and abs,” Y/N said, which made San amused.

“I am kinda surprised that you are very honest with me,” San said as he decided to put on the black tank top again.

“Well, you are incredibly attractive and have a perfect body build. I bet many ladies have already touched your body, right?” Y/N asked.

“Not all ladies can book my service. I am a kind of male escort who does not allow ladies who are in a relationship to book me. I only allow single ladies like you,” San said as he smiled.

“Oh! That is really new to me. I think I never heard there was a choosy male escort like you,” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“You will really never know since you didn’t have experience booking a male escort,” San said.

“Well, yeah! You have a point, though,” Y/N said as she slightly laughed.

“Anyways, I’ll clean this up for us, and you can rest first,” San said.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! Just relax for now, okay?” San said.

“Okay! If you said so,” Y/N said, then San nodded and cleaned up the table. After San cleaned it up, he saw that Y/N was focused on her laptop and..

“Y/N, I thought you were resting,” San said.

“I am just updating our thesis and already putting your answers to my question,” Y/N said.

“So what are we going to do later?” San asked.

“I really don’t know, San. I am tired of going out today,” Y/N said.

“Me too. Umm… Y/N to be honest, I really want to touch you,” San said, which made Y/N surprised.

“You already hugged me and kissed me earlier, San,” Y/N said.

“Yeah! I am really sorry. Anyways, forget about it,” San said.

“Oh! Where is San, who was the confident one earlier?” Y/N asked, which made San chuckle.

“You are teasing me now, huh? But I am not joking that I really wanted to touch you, but you told me that you are not giving yourself to me that easily, and you are still not ready to be devirginized,” San said, which made Y/N sigh, and she suddenly looked at him.

“Yes, I am still not ready to be devirginized, but I am not saying you can’t touch me,” Y/N said.

“Y/N, you don’t understand. I mean, I want to touch you sexually,” San said, which made Y/N blush.

“I understand that, San, but...” Y/N said she couldn’t finish her sentence.

“But what? You mean,  I am allowed to touch you, but I won’t go all in on you, and I will just do foreplay to you?” San asked, which made Y/N shocked at his direct question, and San laughed.

“Y/N, please be clear with me. It was funny, you were really shocked at my question. But that’s what you mean, right?” San asked.

“Ye-yes, San! Foreplay only. No insertion,” Y/N said as she blushed madly.

“Are you really sure? Because once I start, I won’t stop touching you for real, and I promise that no insertion, just foreplay,” San said, which made Y/N gulp.

“Shit! I can’t believe I’ll experience foreplay with San,” Y/N thought.

“Yes, I am sure. I want to experience foreplay with you, San,” Y/N said, which made San lick his lips at her words.

“Shit! That was hot when you said that,” San said as he suddenly kissed Y/N passionately, which made Y/N surprised, but she just responded to the kiss. Then one of San's hands went under Y/N’s shirt and squeezed her clothed breast, which made Y/N moan into the kiss, and as for San, he successfully slipped his tongue in her mouth and explored her cavern, and Y/N just let him dominate the kiss. After they made out for a minute, San looked at her and…

“Are you still okay, Y/N?” San asked.

“Yes! I am still okay. You can just continue,” Y/N said.

“Can I remove your shorts together with your underwear?” San asked, then Y/N blushed madly at his question, but she just nodded, which made San smirk and lick his lips. As San quickly removed Y/N’s shorts together with her underwear, she suddenly became conscious and closed her legs, but San spread her legs again.

“I thought you wanted this?” San asked.

“Yes! But I am kinda nervous even though it will be just a foreplay,” Y/N said.

“Don’t be nervous. I got you, and also, I will make you feel so good, Y/N,” San said, which made Y/N gulp and just nod.

“Good! Just relax and enjoy it,” San said, then he went between her legs, and he looked at Y/N’s clit.

“You are so fucking wet for me already, and that’s what I like,” San said, then he started to lick her clit, which made Y/N moan in an instant, and San smirked at her reaction. Then San suddenly flicked his tongue at a fast pace, which made Y/N moan his name loudly.

“Shit! That felt so good, San. Don’t stop!” Y/N said. Then San decided to pull her legs more to his face and continued to eat her out like it was his favorite meal of the day, and one of Y/N’s hands gripped the sofa and arched her back.

“Shit! Like that, San!” Y/N said.

“Damn! You are very loud for me, baby!” San said, then continued to eat her out wildly, but without a warning, Y/N cum on his tongue, and San decided to suck all of her juices that were leaking out from her core, and Y/N couldn’t stop moaning. After San ate her out, he suddenly kissed her lips again and Y/N had a taste of herself from San’s tongue and while they are making out again, one of San’s hand went to her clit again and inserted his middle finger into it which made Y/N moaned loudly while they are still kissing, but San proceeded to pump his fingers onto her core at fast pace and Y/N decided to pull away from the kiss because of the unfamiliar sensation she felt. As for San, he is looking at her lustfully while Y/N is moaning his name.

“Fuck! If we can just continue all the way, I can make you scream my name,” San said as he continued to pump his fingers at her core.

“Shit! San! I am going to cum again!” Y/N said as she gripped San’s biceps. Then San kissed her lips again and continued to pump his fingers until Y/N cum again. When Y/N cum again, San went between her legs again and sucked all of her cum that was leaking again on her core. After the foreplay session, San helped Y/N to put on her shorts and underwear again, and Y/N’s body began to calm down, but tired at the same time, and San noticed it, so he decided to carry her and placed her on her bed.

“So, how was it?” San asked, but Y/N didn’t pay attention to San because she saw that he had a prominent bulge on his shorts, which made Y/N blush, and San also noticed it, and he lifted her chin to look at his eyes.

“Y/N, my eyes are here, okay? Just ignore it since I can manage it, and I promised that no insertion will be done today,” San said.

“But, can I try at least?” Y/N asked, which made San surprised.

“Are you sure? But it will be your first time today,” San said.

“I know. But I am kinda curious, and I also think it's unfair for you that I didn’t please you after what you did to me, where I admit that it was a mind-blowing one,” Y/N said.

“I am glad to hear that, Y/N. But are you really sure that you wanted to try to do the blowjob to me?” San asked.

“Yeah! But of course, I am not an expert and don’t expect too much,” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“It’s okay. I understand, Y/N. I can guide you, at least if that’s what you want. Are you ready?” San asked, then Y/N just nodded.

“Oh! Gosh! I don’t know why I just suggested this? But fine! He is hot as hell,” Y/N thought. Then San removed his shorts together with his boxer shorts, and when his cock was on display, Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“Oh shit! Good luck to me!” Y/N thought. Then her thoughts were cut off when San went beside her and held her hand, and guided it to his cock,  and slowly did a handjob first.

“Shit! Your hand feels so good. You can do a handjob then try to proceed to do the blowjob,” San said, then Y/N nodded as she started to handjob at a slow pace, which made San moan her name. Then, after a few handjobs, Y/N decided to put his cock in her mouth and slowly sucked his cock and licked it at the same time.

“Shit! Like that, Y/N! You are doing great!” San said, then Y/N tried to deep throat his cock.

“Fuck! I didn’t expect you to do that, baby!” San said. As Y/N continued to suck his cock like an amateur porn star, one of San’s hands went to Y/N’s hair and slightly pulled it, and San also couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his cock into her mouth.

“Shit! That felt so good, baby! I am cumming!” San said. Then, when San cum on Y/N’s mouth, she swallowed all of it, which made San lick his lips and decide to kiss her lips again, and this time, he tasted himself on Y/N’s tongue. After they make out again, both of them lie down on the bed and…

“I never knew that a virgin like you is an expert at doing a blowjob,” San said as he looked at her while he was lying beside her.

“I am not an expert, okay? But I’ll admit that I watched some porn videos before,” Y/N said.

“Oh! That’s where the inspiration was, huh? You learned it from the porn videos,” San said as he slightly laughed.

“I guess so. But still, I don’t consider myself an expert at all. But, thank you, San, for making me experience this with you, and I won’t regret it,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“No problem! But if you are ready to go all the way, you can just tell me, okay?” San asked.

“Sure! I’ll tell you if I am ready. Anyways, can we take a nap because moaning your name and the adrenaline rush that I felt earlier was tiring,” Y/N said, which made San laugh.

“Okay! Let’s take a nap first,” San said, then both of them took a nap, and San hugged her body close to him. After an hour of napping, it was already 5:30 pm, and San decided to cook dinner for them. While Y/N was waiting for San to finish cooking their dinner, she suddenly received a phone call from Jia, and she answered it.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Jia: Girl! How was your interview with Wooyoung’s friend?

Y/N: It went smoothly, and surprisingly, he will be my male escort until Tuesday

Jia: What? Are you fucking serious?

Y/N: Yes! Also, it's free.

Jia: Oh! Wow! It seems you are special to him, huh?

Y/N: I don’t know. If I could just tell you what happened today.

“Baby! The dinner is served,” San said loudly as she called Y/N while she was still on the phone call with Jia.

“Okay! I’ll be there. I am just talking to my friend, Jia,” Y/N said.

“Okay! I’ll wait for you,” San said.

Jia: Baby, huh? That was so sweet!

Y/N: Shut up! I am just going to have dinner with San, okay?

Jia: Okay! Tell me next time what you are supposed to tell me about what happened to the two of you today, okay?

Y/N: Okay! I’ll get going. Bye!

Jia: Bye! Have fun with San!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Y/N just chuckled and went to the dining room and joined San, and they started eating dinner.

“So, Jia is also your thesis partner?” San asked.

“Yes, she was the one who had an experience booking a male escort,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! How many did she already book before?” San asked.

“She said it was 3 male escorts,” Y/N said.

“Oh! I thought she booked a lot of male escorts,” San said.

“Nope! She just books a male escort if she has the budget,” Y/N said.

“Well, I understand your friend, since many male escorts are really expensive to book,” San said.

“Yeah! But I am glad you made it for me for free,” Y/N said, which made San slightly laugh.

“Of course, also, don’t forget that you get to experience the foreplay with me,” San said as he winked at her, which made Y/N blush.

“I know, right? You were so good at it,” Y/N said, which made San smirk.

“You’ve liked that much, baby?” San asked.

“Yes! I won’t deny it, though. Anyway, can we change the topic? I am getting embarrassed already,” Y/N said, then San sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist, which made Y/N shiver at the contact.

“Why? There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Also, you moaned my name loudly, and I liked that,” San said as he kissed her lips quickly, which made Y/N blush madly.

“Fine! I just couldn’t believe all of this is happening to me today,” Y/N said, which made San slightly laugh.

“Don’t worry, you'll get used to it, especially tomorrow when we go to the resort,” San said as he made eye contact with her.

“Can you not look at me like that, San?” Y/N asked.

“Why? Are you feeling something?” San asked.

“Oh! Please, San! Just don’t ask me. Anyways, let’s clean this up and go to bed since we are going to the hotel resort, right?” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“Okay! I’ll help you out with cleaning this up,” San said. Then, after a minute of cleaning up the dining room and washing the dishes, both of them went to the living room and…

“You can go to your room now and sleep, Y/N,” San said.

“San, after what happened to us earlier, you deserve to sleep beside me,” Y/N said, which made San smile.

“Really?” San asked.

“Yes, you are! Let’s go to sleep,” Y/N said, then San is still smiling as they go to her bedroom and lie beside each other.

“Thank you again today, San. Good night!” Y/N said.

“Thank you too, Y/N, and also, you were amazing today. Good night, baby!” San said as he kissed her forehead and lips, which made Y/N smile. Then, both of them went to sleep, and San hugged her body close to his.

“Gosh! I hope I can just have him as my boyfriend,” Y/N said.

THE NEXT DAY…

San and Y/N went to the beach resort, and when they reached their room, Y/N was shocked because the room looked luxurious and spacious.

“Wow! This room looks expensive, San,” Y/N said.

“Yup! But I have to tell you that the owner of this resort is my friend, and he allowed me to stay in this room with you,” San said as he smiled.

“Damn! You are very lucky to have that kind of friend,” Y/N said, which made San slightly laugh.

“So, what do you want to do today?” San asked.

“Let’s try some water activities today,” Y/N said.

“Sure! I’ll call Mingi, my friend who is the owner of this resort, to tell him about the water activities, and probably he will join us,” San said.

“Oh! That would be great,” Y/N said as she smiled. Then San started to call his friend, Mingi.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Mingi: Hey, San! Are you two already here?

San: Yeah! We decided to try some of the water activities here.

Mingi: Can I join the two of you? Or should I just leave the two of you alone?

San: You can join us, but I think you should have a partner too.

Mingi: It’s okay if I don’t have a partner today.

San: Are you sure? But I bet you will meet a girl after we do some activities.

Mingi: *chuckles* Can I just snatch your girl instead?

San: Nope! She’s mine already!

Mingi: Already? Like your real girlfriend?

San: I will make that happen no matter what.

Mingi: Oh! Okay! By the way, is she the girl that Wooyoung tells you?

San: Yup! She is. 

Mingi: Oh! I see. Anyway, I will call some of the staff first for the water activities to prepare some safety equipment or gear for us. Also,  I will meet the two of you in the beach area near one of the Lifeguard towers.

San: Okay! See you later, Mingi!

Mingi: See you!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

“Y/N, Mingi will join us today, and we will meet him near one of the lifeguard towers in the beach area,” San said.

“Nice! I will just change first into my swimwear,” Y/N said. Then San nodded as he smiled. After a second of changing into swimwear, Y/N is wearing a hot pink one-piece swimsuit, and when she went out of the bathroom, San’s jaw dropped, which made Y/N get conscious.

“San, don’t look at me like that,” Y/N said.

“Why? You look amazing and hot,” San said as he bit his lip, then Y/N slightly slapped one of his biceps.

“You are lying,” Y/N said. Then San laughed and decided to wrap one of his hands around her waist and pull her closer to him, which made Y/N blush madly.

“I am not lying, Y/N. I mean it. So, don’t be insecure, okay?” San said, which made Y/N smile and nod. Then San received a message from Mingi.

“Well, we should go, and Mingi is already waiting for us,” San said, then both of them left their room and met with Mingi. When Y/N saw Mingi…

“Damn! He is also handsome and hot like San,” Y/N thought. As for Mingi, he smiled at them and…

“Mingi, this is Y/N,” San said.

“Hi, Y/N! I am San’s friend and the owner of this resort. Nice to meet you,” Mingi said as he shook hands with Y/N.

“Nice to meet you, Mingi! Your resort is amazing,” Y/N said.

“Thanks, Y/N! So, shall we go now to the water activities?” Mingi asked, then both San and Y/N nodded, and while they were walking, going to one of the water activities…

“San, is Mingi also a male escort?” Y/N asked, which made San slightly shocked at her question, and Mingi heard it, then decided to face them and…

“I was a male escort before. Why?” Mingi asked.

“Oh! Okay! I was just curious because you two look amazing and hot,” Y/N said as she blushed madly at what she said.

“Oh! Your girl has clear eyes. Anyway, thanks, Y/N, for the compliment. As for you, you are sexy and hot,” Mingi said as he winked at her, which made Y/N blush again at his compliment, but San was not amused.

“You know, time is ticking, and we should do water activities now,” San said.

“Oh! You are right! Let’s go!” Mingi said, and then all of them continued to walk. But while they were walking, San wrapped one of his hands on Y/N’s waist, which surprised her.

“San, you don’t need to be like this, clingy,” Y/N said.

“I am just showing Mingi that you are mine today. Okay, baby?” San said.

“Wow! Is he already claiming me? Oh well, just stop your delusion, Y/N. You will never be San’s girlfriend,” Y/N thought, then she just nodded. After a few minutes of walking, they reached one of the water activities, and while they were being prepared for the activity, someone recognized San.

“Oh! San! You’re here!” The girl said, which made San surprised.

“Oh! Hey! Jera, right?” San asked.

“Yes!” The girl said.

“Babe, who is he?” The guy asked.

“This is San, my friend. By the way, San, this is Jongho, my boyfriend,” the girl said.

“Oh! Nice to meet you, Jongho! By the way, I am introducing my girlfriend, Y/N,” San said as he held hands with her, which made Y/N and Mingi shocked at his statement.

“Oh! Really? She is really pretty! Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Jera said.

“Nice to meet you too!” Y/N said as she smiled.

“Am I dreaming, or is this just a show?” Y/N thought.

“Anyway, we have to go now. Nice to meet you again, all of you!” San said as he smiled at them, then San and Y/N rode the kayak, and while they were rowing a kayak…

“San, who was that girl earlier? Also, why did you tell them I am your girlfriend?” Y/N asked.

“I’ll answer your first question, and the second one is later. To be honest, she was my client 3 years ago, and we became friends, and she was also single at that time,” San said.

“Oh! Okay! Can you just answer my second question?” Y/N asked.

“I promise I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s just enjoy this moment,” San said.

“Okay! Thank you so much, San!” Y/N said.

“No problem, Y/N. Just for you,” San said, which made Y/N blush. After all of them did the water activities, they decided to go to the swimming pool to chill and relax, and enjoy the beach view.

“So, how was it, guys?” Mingi asked.

“It was really fun!” Y/N said.

“Thank you so much, bro, for making us stay here for free!” San said.

“No problem, bro! By the way, I was surprised earlier that you introduced Y/N as your girlfriend,” Mingi said.

“Me too! Care to explain?” Y/N said, which made San slightly laugh.

“You want me to be honest?” San asked.

“Of course!” Y/N and Mingi said unanimously, which made San surprised.

“Okay! To be honest, I really wanted to tell her this alone, but I had no choice. You are with us, Mingi. Well, I liked Y/N ever since Wooyoung kept telling stories about her and showing her pictures before I met her,” San said, which made Y/N smile.

“OMG! I can’t believe this handsome and hot man liked me even though we didn’t meet, and it’s all because of Wooyoung,” Y/N thought.

“That’s so sweet, San! Also, when did you two meet?” Mingi asked.

“Just yesterday. I know it's really fast,” San said, which made Mingi laugh, but Y/N remained silent, and both of them noticed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” San asked.

“Bro, I think she got speechless on your sudden confession. Anyway, I’ll leave the two of you now so that you two will have a moment. Bye, lovebirds!” Mingi said, then he left the two of them. Then San went closer to Y/N and held her arms and…

“Y/N, are you okay? Or I guess I just made a mistake and assumed things,” San said, but suddenly Y/N kissed San's lips quickly, which made San surprised.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t make a mistake, and even though we just met yesterday, I already liked you, San,” Y/N said as she smiled. Then it was San’s turn to kiss her lips quickly.

“I love you so much, Y/N!” San said.

“I love you so much, San!” Y/N said as they smiled at each other.

“ I guess Wooyoung is a good storyteller about me, huh?” Y/N said, which made San chuckle.

“I guess so. I should thank him,” San said.

“Yes, you are! Also, I think this is because of my thesis, and I was able to meet you,” Y/N said, then San hugged her, and Y/N hugged him back. After that, they decided to walk along the beach area and admire the sunset.

“Mingi said that our dinner will be served on our veranda in the room,” San said.

“Wow! That will be very romantic,” Y/N said.

“I know, and Mingi just did the right thing since I also like romantic things,” San said as he smiled.

“Also, I have to tell you, San. That I am willing to give myself to you tonight,” Y/N said, which made San surprised.

“Are you really sure about that? If you are not ready. I will respect that,” San said, then Y/N held San’s hands and…

“I am ready for you, San,” Y/N said, then San kissed her lips passionately, and Y/N kissed him back, but suddenly they realized they were still in the beach area and decided to stop kissing.

“I think we can save that for later, and probably our dinner is already served in our room,” San said.

“I agree with you. Also, I am now hungry,” Y/N said, then both of them laughed and decided to go to their room and have dinner.

“By the way,  since we are now in a relationship. Are you still going to continue to be a male escort?” Y/N asked.

“To be honest, I didn’t mention that I already stopped being a male escort 3 months ago and decided to focus on my business,” San said.

“Oh! That’s great to hear!” Y/N said.

“By any chance, if I continued to be a male escort, are you against that?” San asked.

“I will be honest with you. Yes, I will be against that matter since we are in a relationship,” Y/N said.

“Okay! So no worries. I won’t go back to being a male escort, and I will focus on my business,” San said as he smiled. After they had dinner, Y/N decided to take a bath first, and while San was waiting for Y/N, he called Mingi.

THEIR CONVERSATION:

Mingi: How’s the dinner with Y/N?

San: It was great and romantic. Thank you so much, Mingi!

Mingi: No problem, bro! Also, I am happy for you.

San: Thanks again, Mingi! Anyway, since we are staying here for 3 days and 2 nights, we can still meet, okay?

Mingi: Sure! Good night to the two of you.

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, Y/N went out of the bathroom, and San was shocked because Y/N was wearing a sexy red night gown, and she became shy.

“Fuck! Aren’t you really prepared?” San asked.

“Not really, but this night gown, this is my first time to wear it,” Y/N said, then San suddenly pulled Y/N closer to him, and kissed her hungrily, and while they are still kissing, both of them landed on the bed and  San hovered above her, and continued to kissed her lips as he slightly bit her lower lip, which made Y/N gasp in the kiss and San successfully slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored her cavern. Then, suddenly, they stopped kissing, and San decided to remove the straps of Y/N’s night gown, and when the straps were already removed, San started to place wet kisses on Y/N’s shoulder, and he also bit her neck and suck the bitten part, which made Y/N moan softly.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” San said as he looked at her.

“I love you too, so much, San,” Y/N said. Then San helped Y/N completely remove her nightgown.

"Damn! You are so fucking sexy, Y/N!" San said, licking his lip, which made Y/N get shy. Then suddenly San removed her hands from her chest and pushed her again on the bed and caressed her face.

"Y/N, don't be insecure, okay? I will prove tonight that you are beautiful to me," San said as he smiled, and then San decided to give attention to her breasts and sucked one of her breasts, and then licked and bit her nipples, which made Y/N moan his name and slightly arch her back.

"So responsive, baby! I like that," San said as he smirked, and he continued to give attention to her breasts. Then San kissed every inch of her, which made Y/N softly moan his name. As San reached between her legs, he spread it widely, which made Y/N blush madly and look at San.

"You are already so wet for me, baby," San said as he suddenly bit the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down sexily, which made Y/N gulp at the sight of him, and San smirked at her reaction.

“Shit! He is so fucking hot!” Y/N thought. When her underwear is completely removed, San throws her underwear somewhere on the floor and goes between her legs, but when Y/N was about to say something, San licked her clit, which made Y/N lay down her head on the pillow and moan. 

"Keep going, please, San!" Y/N said, then San obeyed her and decided to pull her thighs closer to his face and flicked his tongue to her clit at a fast pace, which made Y/N grip the sheets and moan his name non-stop.

"Fuck! You are so good, San!" Y/N said, which made San smirk, and he suddenly sucked her clit, then Y/N almost screamed his name.

"That's it, Y/N! I will definitely make you scream for more later," San said. As San continues to eat her out, Y/N cum in his mouth, and he sucks her juices. As San stood up, he wiped the corner of his lips and smirked at her.

"You are so fucking delicious, baby," San said, then he removed her boxer shorts, which made Y/N's jaw drop.

“Oh shit! His body is so perfect, and he is huge. How can I handle him tonight?” Y/N thought. Then San hovered above her and maintained eye contact with her.

"Are you ready for me, Y/N?" San asked.

"Yes, I am!" Y/N said as she suddenly kissed his lips, and while they were kissing, San inserted his cock into her core, which made Y/N moan into the kiss. But as San already thrust his cock into her, they pulled out from the kiss, and then, he wrapped her legs around his waist and started to thrust at a fast pace, which made Y/N grip his biceps.

"Shit! More, San!" Y/N said.

"I'll give you more, baby!" San said as he smirked, then he suddenly put one of her legs on his shoulder and thrust his cock into her at a harder pace, and that made his cock go deeper into her core.

"Fuck yes, San! Right there!" Y/N said. 

"Fucking so good deeper to you, baby! Also, you are very hot being a mess underneath me," San said. Then he decided to put her leg down and wrapped her legs again around his waist, and hugged her body close to his body and continued to ram his cock to her core deeper, which made Y/N rake her nails on San's broad back.

"Fuck, baby! I am going to cum," San said.

"Me too! Cum inside of me, San. I am on a pill," Y/N said, as San continued to thrust his cock into her. They cum at the same time, and San's body was pressed against her, and Y/N decided to hug his body, which made San slightly laugh.

"I love you so much, Y/N!" San said.

"I love you too, so much, San," Y/N said, then she let go of him, and San kissed her lips again and pulled his cock out of her and lay beside her.

"How do you feel right now, baby?" San asked.

"I am kinda tired, but that was amazing, San," Y/N said as she kissed his lips, which made San smile.

"By any chance, do you want another round?" San asked as he smirked, which made Y/N blush madly.

"Why not?" Y/N said as she bit her lips.

"I thought you were tired, baby," San said.

"I just got addicted to you," Y/N said as she suddenly traced one of her fingers on his abs.

"I bet you wanted me to make you not walk until tomorrow, huh?" San said as he smirked.

"I don't care. I just want you so bad, San," Y/N said.

"So am I, baby!" San said. Then at that time, San made Y/N sit on his cock, and she moaned into his action, and San decided to stand up, which made Y/N confused.

"San, where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"I'll fuck you against the wall, baby. So, wrap your legs around my waist tightly so that you won't fall," San said, then Y/N gulped and nodded.  As San leaned Y/N's back on the wall...

"Be ready again for me, Y/N," San said as he licked and bit Y/N's earlobe, which made her shiver from her spine. Then at that time, San started to thrust his cock upwards at a fast pace, and he also kissed her lips passionately while thrusting his cock into her, but because of the pleasure that Y/N felt, they decided to stop kissing and made Y/N lean onto his shoulder and moan his name against his ear.

"Fuck! I love hearing your moans, and you just feel so good, baby!" San said as he also sucked her neck, which became a hickey again, and Y/N moaned louder.

"Don't fucking stop, San!" Y/N said.

"My baby is so needy," San said as he smirked as he continued to thrust his cock to her core, without warning Y/N cum, but suddenly San stopped and decided to make Y/N sit on the table while his cock was still inside of her.

"San, aren't we going to bed now?" Y/N asked as she pouted, then San shook his head and smirked, which made Y/N surprised.

"I am not finished yet, and you didn't cum with me," San said.

"Shit! I am sorry, San," Y/N said, then suddenly, San placed a finger on her lips.

"It's okay, baby. Just let me finish and just enjoy this, okay?" San said, then Y/N just nodded.

"Good girl!" San said, and then he kissed her lips hungrily and started to thrust his cock into her again at a fast pace. Then they decided to break the kiss, and Y/N slightly lay on the table as she propped her elbow on the table and continued to moan his name. Then, as they made eye contact, San's eyes were burning with desire and want as he continued to ram his cock into her,  but as for Y/N, she couldn't hold eye contact because of the overwhelming pleasure she felt and screamed his name, and at that time, the room was already filled with skin slapping sounds and their moans.

"You are so loud for me, baby! Making the others hear who is fucking you this good!" San said as he smirked and as he continued to thrust his cock into her...

"San! I'll cum again!" Y/N said.

"Cum with me, Y/N!" San said. After a few thrusts of his cock, both of them cum, and San pulled out his cock and carried her to bed.

"Wait for a second, I'll just wipe off the table," San said, then Y/N nodded and waited for San to come back and lie down beside her. After a few seconds, San lay beside her.

“Well, how do you feel about the second round?” San asked, which made Y/N chuckle.

“It was wilder than I thought,” Y/N said, which made San slightly laugh at her comment.

“I can tell that you enjoyed it very much,” San said.

“Of course! But it was more tiring to scream your name,” Y/N said, which made San smirk.

“Oh, Really? For me, it was the hottest sound that I ever heard tonight, though,” San said as he winked at her, which made Y/N slightly slap his arm.

“Stop it, you are making me embarrassed,” Y/N said, and San laughed, and he just hugged her.

“I am telling the truth, okay? Anyway, we should go to sleep. Good night and I love you, Y/N!” San said as he kissed her lips quickly.

"Good night, and I love you too, San!" Y/N said as she smiled, then San hugged her body closely to him as they slept. Y/N and San continued to have a sweet and romantic stay at the beach resort, and after staying for a day, both of them returned to their daily lives. Y/N and Jia’s thesis about male escorts was a success, and they graduated with their master's degree. As for San, he really just focused on his apparel business, where Y/N is also helping him. Then, as time goes by, after Y/N and San’s 3 years of relationship, they decided to tie the knot and get married.

끝 (THE END)

THANK YOU FOR READING MY FANFICTION to SAN ❤️

Y/n woke to the soft hum of morning light bleeding through the curtains. The world felt muted -the kind of silence that exists right before a storm breaks. Her body was still heavy with exhaustion, her throat dry, her head full of the remnants of everything that had happened: the fear, the fighting, the way San's voice had cracked when he finally said he was sorry.

For a moment, she kept her eyes closed. The sheets were cool against her bare legs, smelling faintly of his cologne, of something dark and familiar. The weight of a hand on her waist told her he was still there -except, when she turned her head, she found him sitting upright beside her instead.

San was awake.

He was leaning forward on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on his knees, shirtless, the early light cutting along the planes of his shoulders. His hair was a mess, dark strands falling over his face as he stared at something on the floor. Maybe nothing at all.

He hadn't noticed she was awake yet.

For the first time in days, Y/n didn't feel the immediate rush of anger or fear at the sight of him. Just... quiet. A hollow sort of peace. The same peace she could only dream of a few weeks back.

Her voice came out soft, roughened by sleep.

—You're staring at ghosts again.

San flinched almost imperceptibly before glancing over his shoulder. When he saw her awake, his expression softened, all edges fading at once.

—Couldn't sleep —he admitted.

His voice was low, still husky from hours of silence. Y/n pushed herself up slowly, the sheet slipping down her arm.

—You used to say only people with a guilty conscience can't sleep.

He huffed a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh.

—Then I should've been an insomniac years ago.

The corner of her mouth lifted, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She watched him for a long time: the way his fingers fidgeted against his knee, the subtle stiffness in his posture. San looked like a man who'd been holding his breath since before dawn.

—You prayed again —she said quietly—, didn't you?

That made him finally look at her fully. There was a faint flicker in his gaze -not embarrassment, not pride either. Just honesty.

—Every night since you collapsed.

She blinked, surprise breaking through the haze of fatigue.

—You don't even believe in God —she almost scoffed.

—I didn't —he corrected, his mouth twitching faintly—. But you kept saying He listens. I figured, if He was listening to you, maybe He'd make an exception for me. You’re here, you’re safe, so it doesn't seem like you were entirely wrong. And I guess... Well, it kinda feels good to let your thoughts out and just voice the fears you don't want to become real.

Her heart squeezed in her chest. She didn't know whether to smile or cry.

—You're serious.

—I was and I am desperate —he said simply—. And apparently, that's the closest thing to faith I've ever had.

The air between them stilled. Y/n reached out, brushing her fingers over his shoulder. His skin was warm under her touch, the muscle tense, like he hadn't truly relaxed even while lying next to her.

—San —she murmured—, you can't keep trying to save me like this.

He turned to her, eyes dark and sharp again -not with anger, but with something fierce, protective, impossible to untangle.

—Then tell me how to stop wanting to.

She opened her mouth, but no words came. Because how do you tell someone like him, someone who loves as if it's survival, that sometimes love itself can be dangerous?

So she didn't. She leaned in instead, pressing her lips to his shoulder, the smallest gesture of forgiveness she could give. He closed his eyes and let out a slow, shaking breath. When she finally pulled back, her voice was steadier.

—We're a team. Being away and ignorant to what happens to the other doesn't work, so we should be honest. Real honest about everything that happens between us and around us —she suggested, her chin rested on his shoulder—. And, to set a start, what happens now?

San hesitated. That single heartbeat of silence told her the answer wasn't simple. He stood, reaching for the shirt draped over the back of a chair. As he slipped it on, buttoning it halfway, she noticed the tension crawling back into his movements -the mask returning.

—Now —he said—, we fix what's left before it buries us.

—That sounds like something you'd say before disappearing again —she muttered, pulling the sheet tighter around her chest.

He shot her a look -not harsh, but weary.

—If I was going anywhere, I wouldn't still be here when you woke up. And I wouldn't have brought you here with me. I wouldn't have come back.

Her lips parted, but she said nothing. He was right. For the first time, he hadn't run when things got difficult.

—What's happening with Hongjoong? —she asked after a pause.

San turned away, walking toward the small table where his gun and phone lay side by side.

—He's not the problem anymore.

She frowned.

—You mean Jongho, then?

He shook his head.

—I mean there's someone else moving pieces we don't see. Mila's death wasn't about you or me, it was a message.

The weight of those words settled like lead between them.

—A message from who?

He picked up the gun, checked the chamber, and set it back down again.

—That's what I'm going to find out.

—By yourself?

His gaze snapped back to her.

—No —he said quietly—. Not anymore. We made a deal, remember? A real team.

Something in his tone disarmed her, that rare sincerity, the one he only ever used when the walls came down.

Y/n nodded slowly.

—Then tell me what I can do.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then he walked back toward the bed and crouched in front of her. His hands rested on the edge of the mattress, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off them, but he didn't touch her yet.

—Stay alive —he said finally—. That's all I need you to do.

Her heart thudded painfully.

—That's not a partnership, San. That's you standing ahead of me to try and hide me from danger.

He gave a half-smile -tired, resigned.

—Maybe.

Their eyes held for a long time -hers full of defiance, his full of fear he couldn't name. She realized then that the man in front of her wasn't invincible. He was breaking in quiet ways, the kind that didn't make noise until they shattered completely.

She reached out, resting her palm against his cheek. She wasn’t going to fight his command, because, unlike other times, she knew this time it meant he wouldn’t try to hide the reality from her.

—Then you'd better stay alive too —she whispered.

He leaned into her touch, just slightly, and for a moment, they were still again, suspended between the aftermath and the storm that was inevitably coming. San straightened after a while, brushing his thumb along her jaw as if to anchor himself.

—I'll have Yunho and Wooyoung come by later. You should rest. You seem to be recovering, but it doesn't mean you're completely fine —he sighed—. I'll keep you updated when I come back.

She caught his wrist before he could pull away.

—And you?

—I've got something to take care of —he said vaguely, already slipping back into that familiar armor.

She held his gaze, searching for the lie -but this time, she didn't find one. Whatever he was hiding wasn't about betrayal. It was about protection. Again.

When he finally left the room, Y/n sat there for a long while, staring at the space he'd occupied beside her. The light had shifted, spilling gold across the bed, across the sheets that still held his warmth.

Her hand drifted to the cross at her neck -the one he'd fixed when some of the buds broke days ago as she prayed. She lifted it to her lips, closing her eyes.

—Please —she whispered to the silence—. Don't let him lose himself trying to save me.

In another room, San paused by the half-open door to the small chapel he'd built for her. He could hear her voice in the silence -soft, steady, praying again, asking for things that would only be good for the both of them. He stepped in, letting her words fill the air he managed to avoid ever since she collapsed, like light breaking through the dark.

And for a fleeting second, he believed that maybe, just maybe, they could still be saved.

San arrived at the warehouse just after noon, though the sky outside had gone dark with storm clouds, turning the city into a shadowed maze. The humid air clung to his skin, seeping into his bones like something warning him to turn back. He didn't.

Inside, the warehouse hummed with a kind of frantic order -San's men moving in stiff, sharp movements, voices hushed, the tension thick enough to taste. Wooyoung was the first to notice him, straightening instantly from where he'd been going over surveillance photos.

—Boss —he said, voice tight.

Yunho was behind him, arms crossed, eyes darker than usual. Mingi hovered near the table, shifting anxiously, tapping one foot like he was ready to explode. Yeosang stood apart from the rest, leaning against a concrete beam with his arms folded, his gaze heavy, unreadable.

San didn't speak at first. He just took in the room, took in his men -the ones who'd stayed, the ones who still looked at him with something like trust.

—Report —he said finally.

Yunho stepped forward.

—Mila's death is being treated as a homicide. No fingerprints, no forced entry. Professional —he sighed—. No offence to Y/n, but I'm surprised the police can even be thinking of her over something so calculated and clean.

—Not the slightest evidence —Wooyoung added firmly—. Her security cameras were wiped too. Clean.

San nodded once, jaw tight.

—And Y/n?

—Safe —Wooyoung replied—. For now. Our source in the police station knows where she is, just so things don't get worse and she gets accused of trying to escape in the middle of the investigation. So we're fine.

It wasn't enough. Nothing felt like enough.

Yeosang was the one who finally broke the fragile quiet.

—You know this isn't random —he murmured—. Whoever did this wanted chaos. And you walked straight into it.

San didn't snap back. Didn't correct him. Because it was true.

—I need everything we know —he said instead—. Everyone Mila contacted, everyone who knew about Prague, everyone who touched anything connected to Y...

A soft, deliberate clap echoed behind them.

San's head snapped up.

Every one of his men went still, hands hovering near weapons. Footsteps approached from the far end of the warehouse -slow, unhurried, like the owner had all the time in the world and no fear of entering the lion's den.

Yunho muttered:

—This better be a fucking joke...

But San already knew.

The silhouette that appeared between the metal crates belonged to someone who shouldn't have been there. Someone who was loyal until he wasn't. Someone San had once trusted with his life.

Jongho.

His hair was shorter than before, his expression unreadable, his posture neither threatening nor apologetic. Just... present.

Mingi swore under his breath. Wooyoung's hand tightened around his gun. San didn't move.

—What the hell are you doing here? —Wooyoung hissed.

Jongho didn't answer him.

His eyes were locked on San. And then, two more shadows slipped into view behind him. One tall, wearing black from head to toe, his face impassive except for the faint glint in his eyes.

Seonghwa.

And then, a man stepped forward with a quiet authority that shifted the entire room's atmosphere in an instant. His hair was slicked back, his sharp jaw framed by a faint smile -not mocking, not friendly, just knowing.

Hongjoong.

Every muscle in San's body went rigid.

—Relax —Hongjoong said, lifting his hands slightly—. If we wanted to ambush you, it wouldn't be in your own warehouse. I'm offended you think I'd choose such an ugly location.

Mingi sputtered.

—Why the fu...

—Enough —San cut him off. His voice was a blade—. What do you want?

Hongjoong's smile softened a fraction. Not kind. Just calculated.

—To give you what you've been chasing in circles.

Seonghwa moved to the side, letting Jongho step fully into the center of the room. The young man stopped a few feet from San, tension radiating off him like static.

Jongho spoke first.

—I never betrayed you.

Wooyoung scoffed.

—Yeah? You ran, you vanished, you fed Hongjoong intel...

—I fed him intel to keep us alive —Jongho snapped back, his voice sharper, angrier than they'd ever heard—. If I hadn't intervened, we all would be dead or in jail. Including Y/n.

The warehouse fell silent.

San's pulse thudded once, hard. Hongjoong stepped forward, clearly enjoying the sudden shift of power.

—You're smart, San —he said smoothly—. But even smart men get blindsided. You weren't supposed to be the target this time. Neither was she.

San's jaw clenched.

—Then who?

Hongjoong exchanged a look with Seonghwa, a silent conversation passing between them. Seonghwa approached the table, dropping a thick folder onto it. The impact echoed. He opened it just enough for San to glimpse the first photograph.

A man, a woman, a charred warehouse floor, a symbol burned into concrete. The same symbol that had been on the letter was left in San's Prague hotel. A symbol San hadn't seen in years.

Hongjoong watched his expression shift -shock, recognition, rage.

—Yes —Hongjoong murmured—. Him.

San's voice was low. Deadly.

—He's supposed to be dead.

—He isn't —Seonghwa replied—. And he's been planning this longer than you realize.

Jongho nodded.

—He infiltrated your circle months ago. Nothing better than a brokenhearted person to get the information you want, without having to give anything in return —he scoffed.

San felt something cold lodge in his chest when his mind immediately went to Mila. The room seemed to tilt around him. Hongjoong continued, stepping closer until he and San stood only a few feet apart.

—We didn't come here to start a war —he said softly—. We came here to prevent one.

And then, with a small, chilling smile:

—Because the man you and I both thought we buried? He's back. And he wants everything you love turned into ash —Hongjoong sighed again—. I'll be honest, if it had only stained you, I wouldn't have gotten involved, but seems like they're trying to move against me as well. And I won't tolerate that. If we want them all gone, we have to team up again.

The warehouse went deathly still.

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The bed was cold on one side.

Not ice-cold, no. That would have been easier. That would have told her he had never been there at all.

But the sheets still held the ghost of his warmth, as if he'd only just slipped out from beneath them. Like he could be in the next room, like maybe he was pouring coffee in her kitchen, shirtless, exhausted, running his fingers through his hair the way he always did when he had too much on his mind and nowhere to put it.

Y/n stirred beneath the blanket, her arm reaching blindly across the mattress.

Empty.

She sat up slowly. Her muscles ached, but not from sleep. The ache was older. Deeper. Rooted in the way he had looked at her the night before when he'd said the words she hadn't expected, where he told her it was better for them to stay away from each other.

The weight of it came crashing back. The tension, the refusal to fight, the way he looked at her with pain and regret before he walked out her door.

Yet she waited.

Waited for a door to open. For footsteps, for the voice that had always made the world seem quieter, even when it was full of chaos. She lost count of the minutes she stood in front of her door while she waited for him to come back regretful of his choice.

Nothing.

She got up. Her apartment was silent.

The windows were still cracked from the night before. A breeze moved through the sheer curtains, pushing them into the room like reaching hands. The scent of his cologne clung to the air in places. On her pillow, on her skin.

But San was gone.

She checked the bathroom, the living room, the small studio space where he used to lean against the desk and read her notes while pretending not to snoop.

Gone.

She wasn't even sure why she was checking anymore. Maybe she was just hopeful it had been a nightmare.

His jacket, his favorite one -the one with the worn cuffs and the inside pocket he always carried a knife in- was missing from the hook. She opened the drawer where he kept a few of his things.

Empty.

That's when her chest began to tighten.

Because it was then when she realized it wasn't a game, it wasn't one small argument. It was over.

By late morning, Y/n stood across the street from his building. She hadn't planned to go, hadn't meant to come all the way here. But the silence of her place had pressed in too tightly, and she needed something.

Just to see him. Just to see if maybe he was sitting on that awful concrete balcony, arms over the railing, smoking a cigarette he wouldn't finish.

But there were no lights on in the apartment.

And when she buzzed, there was no answer.

No movement.

Nothing.

She pressed the intercom again, harder.

—San?

Another pause.

She tried one more time, voice quieter this time.

—It's me.

Still nothing.

She only wanted to apologize for acting without his consent. She only wanted to tell him she'd listen to him. She only wanted to nod and promise him she wouldn't do anything else without him telling her to.

She wanted to promise a lot of things, and take back many more.

The doorman stepped out from the lobby, a man in his late forties with a familiar face and a kind voice, after she rang San's bell for the fourth time with no response.

—Miss? Can I help you?

—Uh... yeah —Y/n turned, her throat dry—. I'm looking for Choi San.

—San? —he frowned.

—Yeah. Did he come back last night?

The doorman tilted his head.

—You don't know?

A cold prickle ran down her spine.

—Know what?

—He left. Around midnight. With two suitcases. One of the other boys was helping him: tall one, dark hair. I think he said his name was Yeosang?

Y/n blinked.

The words didn't make sense.

—He... left? —she echoed.

—Yeah —the man nodded—, he turned in his building keys and said not to expect him for a while. No forwarding address. Just... gone.

A pause.

—I thought maybe he told you —the doorman added, gentler now, frowning as if realizing he had just delivered a wound he hadn't meant to open.

He had seen her around way too many times with San to think of her as someone who was just visiting him for business. That's why the remorse of telling her so suddenly became even bigger.

Y/n stepped back. She barely remembered thanking him.

The sky was painfully blue above her. The street around her buzzed with ordinary life: cars, bicycles, people walking their dogs. But her world had gone soundless. Like a film with the audio cut.

He had packed up, planned it, walked out of her life with two suitcases and no explanation.

No message. Not even a lie.

She stood on the sidewalk for a long time, unable to move. Then, after ten long minutes, she finally did.

One step at a time. Away from his building. Away from the place where her life had broken quietly in the middle of a city that wouldn't even notice.

She knew then she wouldn't get the answers she needed there, not even a glimpse to what she suspected. But she knew where she'd get that information.

The drive to the warehouse felt longer than the other times she had gone there with him.

Y/n didn't even remember how she got behind the wheel. One minute she was outside San's building, feet numb on the concrete. The next, her fingers were curled around the steering wheel like it was the only thing that kept her sane. She drove fast, but not recklessly. Recklessness would've required emotion -rage or panic. She felt neither.

She felt vacant.

A husk.

Like something vital had slipped out of her in the night and hadn't returned.

The warehouse sat at the edge of the industrial district, near the river -disguised like most of San's operations behind the facade of a logistics hub. To anyone else, it looked like a place for shipping containers and dusty ledgers. But Y/n had been inside. She knew better.

This was his fortress. His mind. His kingdom.

And she knew if there was anywhere he'd be -anywhere he'd be forced to go- it was here.

She parked, got out. The heavy, rusted door creaked open with her push.

Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows on crates, concrete, and the low hum of a busy silence. Two voices echoed from the hallway just past the main floor.

She followed them.

When she rounded the corner, she found Mingi and Wooyoung sitting at the long metal table where San held most of his briefings. The table was scattered with open files, a few laptops, and half a bag of gummy bears torn open like someone had lost patience halfway through. Mingi, perched sideways on the edge of a chair, was mid-rant about someone botching a surveillance job, while Wooyoung leaned over a laptop with his arms crossed.

The second Y/n entered, both men looked up. The air immediately changed. Not because she wasn't expected to be there, somehow they both were waiting for her to be there.

Mingi's face shifted first -his usual easy grin faltering, brow lifting with surprise-, Wooyoung's expression didn't move at all. He was the one who was expecting her the most, basically because San had warned him she'd show up.

—Y/n —Mingi muttered under his breath, sitting up straighter—. Didn't expect to see you here.

Y/n didn't respond. The lie in his tone almost made her scoff, if she had had any energy to even laugh.

She looked at Wooyoung, then back at Mingi.

—Where is he?

Wooyoung closed the laptop slowly. His gaze stayed steady on her. Cold, unreadable, and maybe just a little tired.

—You shouldn't be here.

—That's not an answer —she said. Her voice came out calm, but strained, like it had passed through smoke—. I went to his place. He's not there. Do you know where he is?

Mingi leaned forward, fingers drumming on the table like he wished he didn't have to say what he was about to say.

—Y/n...

—Just tell me! —she said, sharper now— I want to know where he is. I need to speak to him.

Wooyoung finally spoke, voice low.

—He's gone.

—I know that —she snapped—. I want to know where.

A long pause.

Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a look -brief but heavy. A wordless conversation passed between them. Mingi looked like he would try to deflect again. But Wooyoung, to her surprise, was the one who gave in.

—He left for Prague —he said simply.

Y/n blinked.

—What? —the word barely made it past her lips.

—Business —Mingi added quickly—. Some issue with a Czech contact. Needed to handle it personally before heading to Seoul.

—To Seoul? —she echoed.

—Shit, she didn't know that part, didn't she? —Mingi questioned, turning to Wooyoung.

The brunette could only roll his eyes at his clumsiness. He didn't speak, he wasn't going to answer.

—Yeah —Mingi finally scoffed and shrugged like it was normal. Like this hadn't just knocked the air out of her chest—. Said he'd be there for a while. Not sure how long.

Y/n stepped forward.

—Why didn't he tell me?

No one answered.

She looked at Wooyoung, but his jaw tightened. His silence was answer enough. Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

—So he left the country, handed off everything. And not one of you thought I deserved to know? Why didn't he tell me? —she kept insisting.

—You should go —Wooyoung said again, but softer this time—. This isn't the place for you anymore.

Y/n laughed -a bitter, humorless sound.

—You think I give a damn about your rules right now?

—You should —he said, voice sharpening—. Because whether you realize it or not, he's trying to protect you. And we're just trying to help him to do that.

—I never asked for your help —she shot back.

—And yet, you're standing here asking for answers —Wooyoung snapped—. You can't have it both ways.

Y/n stared at him, stunned. The burn of it didn't register right away. But Mingi stepped in before she could speak.

—Look —Mingi said, softer than Wooyoung, trying to play middle ground—. San didn't want to make a scene. He needed distance. He said he'd contact who he needed when it was safe. That's all we know.

—You're lying.

—We're not —Mingi said—. He didn't even say goodbye to us. Just packed his shit and left.

—At least he told you two where he was going, which is more than what he told me.

—He's just trying to protect you —Wooyoung insisted.

—Being on the other side of the world?!

—Being away from you —he sentenced.

Y/n's breath caught. The doorman's words from earlier rang back: Two suitcases. No forwarding address.

—Did he leave anything? —she asked, voice cracking slightly— A message, a file, anything?

Mingi hesitated. Wooyoung didn't.

—No —he said.

—You're telling me he didn't expect me to come here for an explanation?

—He did, but he didn't leave anything for you.

Silence fell again.

Outside, a distant engine revved. Inside, the air between them stretched tight as wire.

Y/n looked at the table -at San's world reduced to maps and files and names she no longer had any place among.

He had really done it.

Cut her out.

—I don't believe he left like that —she said, barely above a whisper.

—You don't have to —Wooyoung replied, quiet now—. But he did.

And that... That was the last thing she could take.

She turned without another word. Didn't wait for the elevator. Took the stairs down. Fast. Each step sharper than the last, pain blooming in her chest with every floor she descended, until finally she burst out into the open air—

And it hit her like a blow to the ribs.

He had left, he was gone. And the worst part was, no one had stopped him. Not even her.

She didn't remember the drive back.

Maybe she never really saw the road, maybe the city blurred past like a watercolor dragged too hard by water, all its edges smearing into each other. There were horns, lights, a siren -maybe-, but they never touched her. They didn't matter.

The only thing she registered was the emptiness. It clung to her skin like smoke.

When she finally stepped into her apartment, the silence hit her like a wall.

She left the door open behind her. One shoe came off. The other didn't. She walked through the living room in a daze, past the chair where he used to toss his jacket, past the counter where he once leaned in to kiss her, mouth still tasting of wine and warnings.

The place was exactly as they left it, still his presence lingered heavily in the air.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, yet she didn't check it. She knew it wouldn't be him, so any other person was irrelevant.

Instead, she walked into the bedroom. And that was when it began.

She stood at the edge of the bed, which, at some point, almost turned to theirs, and stared at the indentation on his side. The pillow still carried the faintest imprint of his head. The sheets were still creased from where he had laid, like a phantom had just risen and left her behind.

She reached out.

Touched the dent in the pillow.

And something in her cracked.

The first sob came from nowhere -abrupt and sharp, like a punch to the lungs. She covered her mouth with her hand, but the sound still escaped, muffled and broken. Her knees buckled. She collapsed at the side of the bed, fingers digging into the duvet like it might hold her together if she just held on tight enough. But it didn't.

Nothing did.

Tears poured hot and fast down her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against the mattress, body shaking, heart burning so viciously it felt like it was tearing inside her.

—Why? —she gasped into the sheets— Why didn't you say goodbye?

The question echoed back in silence.

She wept harder.

Not like in the movies. Not the graceful, cinematic grief.

This was ugly.

Desperate.

She sobbed until her throat felt raw, until her chest ached from the force of it. Until her voice gave out and all that was left was the silent convulsion of breath that never seemed to fill her lungs enough. She clutched the edge of the mattress like it was the only thing left of him. Like if she held on long enough, he might appear in the doorway—eyes soft, voice quiet, telling her this was all a mistake. That he didn't mean it. That he loved her.

But the door stayed empty, and the air stayed cold.

Time passed. She didn't know how much.

Eventually, the sobs slowed. Her body emptied itself of everything it could give. What was left was just stillness -a kind of hollow silence that stretched behind her ribs and echoed with the absence of his name.

The hotel room was immaculate. Modern. Sterile.

It overlooked a crooked, old street in Prague's quieter district, where lamplight stretched like soft veins across cobblestone. San hadn't opened the curtains yet. He sat at the desk, the only light in the room coming from the screen of his laptop, the pale blue glow painting shadows under his eyes.

It was 2 am. there. Or close.

He hadn't slept.

Not since the flight. Not since the warehouse. Not since her.

The silence was deafening.

He tried filling it. With logistics, with bank account reports, with reading intel Yunho had encrypted before he left. But none of it stuck. The words blurred. The numbers didn't matter. Not really.

His phone buzzed once, but he didn't check it.

Then again. This time, it rang -low, persistent.

He finally looked: Wooyoung.

San hesitated. He already knew what this was about. Why else would he be calling this late? Still, he answered.

—Yeah.

There was static for a second. Then Wooyoung's voice came through, rough with caution.

—She came, as you expected.

San closed his eyes. Wooyoung didn't have to say who, yet he already knew.

—She showed up about an hour ago —Wooyoung continued—. Asked where you were. Mingi told her about Prague, and... the Seoul trip.

San pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in the chair. The dull ache behind his eyes was turning into something deeper.

—How did she look?

Wooyoung hesitated, San's chest tightened.

—I don't know. Quiet,, tired —Wooyoung finally said—. Like someone had just ripped the ground out from under her and she hadn't figured out how to stand yet.

San didn't say anything. The silence stretched between them, until Wooyoung finally sighed on the other end.

—She didn't yell, if that's what you're asking. Didn't cry either. Just... left. Didn't ask again.

San stared at the carpet beneath his feet, the thin grey weave blurring as his thoughts folded in on themselves.

—Did she say anything?

—No —Wooyoung replied—. She understood you were gone and unreachable.

San's throat clenched. He wasn't sure what hurt more -knowing she went looking, or knowing she had already stopped asking.

—She'll be okay —Wooyoung added after a pause, his voice softer—. Eventually.

San swallowed.

—That's not the point.

—No —Wooyoung said—. It's not.

He stood and walked to the window, finally pulling back the curtain. Outside, Prague was fast asleep. The streetlight flickered against the stone. A couple kissed beneath an arched walkway, unbothered, unguarded. He used to envy people who had power. Now he envied the ones who didn't have to use it.

—Was I wrong? —San asked quietly, barely above a breath.

Wooyoung didn't answer at first.

—Only you know the answer to that —he said at last—. But I'll tell you this: Y/n didn't look like someone who wanted protection. She looked like someone who wanted the truth. And I bet she'll hate knowing you left because Hongjoong was starting to target her.

San's jaw tensed.

There it was again. The war between love and logic. Between obsession and fear. He thought leaving her would keep her safe. Thought that distance could shield her from what was coming -from the mess Jongho had dropped into their laps, from the ghosts circling closer every night. But he hadn't expected this ache. He hadn't expected her silence to follow him.

—I'll handle things in Seoul —he said finally—. Try to buy us some time. See if I can intercept whatever Hongjoong is planning.

—You're still calling it us —Wooyoung said quietly.

San didn't respond. There was nothing left to say.

Just before he hung up, Wooyoung added.

—She deserved a proper goodbye.

Click.

San stood there, still holding the phone, though the call had ended. His reflection stared back at him in the dark glass of the window. Hollow eyes. Tired shoulders. He looked like someone who had just left everything that ever mattered behind.

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The room had changed since last night, but only in the smallest, cruelest ways. Someone had left food on the metal table -untouched. A pitcher of water with condensation dripping down its glass. A folded blanket on the back of her chair, like she was a guest instead of a captive.

San hadn't left.

He sat across from her, his elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly as if studying her could solve the riddle she had become. He didn't speak, not right away. That was his first mistake.

Because Y/n had already decided she wasn't going to.

Her gaze remained fixed on the far wall, unblinking, her jaw set in a rigid line. If she gave him nothing -no words, no reaction- then maybe she could still control something. Her silence was the only weapon left.

San's fingers tapped once against his knee, then stilled.

—You're not even going to look at me? —he asked softly.

No answer.

He leaned back, folding his arms. The faintest smile tugged at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.

—I've seen you like this before. Not at me, though. At others. When you wanted to cut them down without lifting a blade. You think silence punishes me?

Her throat worked, but she kept her lips pressed tight.

San's expression flickered, frustration slipping beneath the mask. He dragged a hand down his face and exhaled through his nose.

—Angel, don't do this.

Still nothing.

The quiet stretched, heavy enough to press down on both of them. The ticking of a far-off clock became a metronome to her stubbornness. She shifted once in her seat, but her eyes stayed fixed on that same spot on the wall.

San's jaw flexed.

—You think I don't notice? That every second you're not looking at me feels like you're carving pieces off my skin?

Her heart clenched, but she forced her body not to betray her.

He stood abruptly, the scrape of the chair legs echoing in the cavernous space. His boots paced across the concrete floor, back and forth, each pass tighter, shorter.

—You want to punish me? Fine. Stay quiet. Pretend you don't care. Pretend you don't want answers. But don't think for a second that I don't know what that silence really means.

He stopped behind her chair, his voice lowering until it ghosted over her ear.

—It means you're afraid.

Her fingers twitched against her lap.

—It means you don't know if you're angrier at me for leaving... or for coming back.

Her chest rose sharply, betraying her breath.

San's hand hovered just above her shoulder -not touching, not claiming, but close enough to radiate heat.

—You can hate me all you want, angel. You can sit here in silence until your throat aches from holding it all in. But you and I both know... —his voice thinned into a whisper— you don't want to leave this room. Not really.

She shut her eyes tight, refusing him the reaction, even as her pulse thundered in her ears.

The silence that followed was unbearable, the kind that demanded someone break it. But for the first time, San didn't.

He stayed there, a shadow at her back, letting her silence stretch sharp and painful between them.

The scent of garlic and soy lingered in the air long before the scrape of a chair pulled her attention to the table. San didn't announce himself, didn't tell her to eat -he just set down a steaming plate, then another. Rice, vegetables, a thin line of smoke curling off grilled meat.

Her stomach betrayed her with the smallest growl. She ignored it.

San sat across from her, chopsticks already in hand. His movements were precise, practiced, as though the act of eating was a performance for her benefit. Bite after bite, he chewed slowly, his eyes lifting to her in between mouthfuls.

—You'll make yourself sick, angel —he said finally, voice even, calm—. Starving doesn't prove anything.

She kept her gaze locked on the wall again. Blank concrete, colder than his voice.

He pushed one plate closer to her, the porcelain clinking softly against the metal table.

—Eat.

Nothing.

His jaw flexed, but his tone didn't change.

—You're not punishing me. You're punishing yourself.

Still nothing.

San set his chopsticks down with care, folding his hands together like he was holding himself back. His gaze burned into her profile.

—You think I don't know what this is? —he asked quietly— The silence. The staring through me. You want me to break. You want me to beg.

Her lips pressed tighter, nails digging into her palms beneath the table.

San's chair screeched against the floor as he stood. He circled the table slowly, his boots echoing in the hollow room, until he stopped directly beside her. He crouched down, leveling his eyes with hers.

She didn't turn her head.

—You won't even look at me —he murmured.

Her vision blurred at the edges, the weight of his stare pressing harder than his grip ever could.

His voice softened further, almost a whisper:

—Angel... I cooked for you.

The tenderness cut deeper than the accusation last night. It slipped under her ribs, wormed into the part of her that still remembered his hands steadying hers, his quiet domesticity in stolen moments.

But she refused to move.

He waited a beat. Two. Three.

Her silence stretched into defiance.

Finally, San stood again, the weight of his sigh heavy as steel.

He picked up the untouched plate and carried it back to the counter. He didn't throw it out, didn't smash it. He simply covered it with plastic wrap and slid it into the refrigerator, methodical.

His control was a mask, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

When he spoke again, his voice was flat.

—You'll talk when you're ready.

He poured himself a glass of water, drank it slowly, the sound of the glass meeting the counter echoing too loudly in the silence.

She sat rigid in her chair, still staring at the wall.

And the air between them was thick -not with words, not with shouts- but with the absence of both.

The silence wasn't empty. It was loud.

Every breath, every swallow, every scrape of his chair when he finally walked away- it all thundered in her ears.

And she held onto her silence like it was the only shield she had left.

The next morning, she woke to the sound of furniture being dragged across the floor. Not near her, but somewhere down the corridor: heavy, deliberate, the thud of wood against concrete.

San didn't greet her when she stepped out of the bedroom. He didn't tell her what he was doing. He only passed by with a rolled-up rug slung over his shoulder, eyes flicking to hers for half a heartbeat before moving on. Silent. Intent.

Hours later, he called her name.

The door at the end of the hall stood open, the stale air inside replaced with something softer, warmer. He'd stripped the room bare, scrubbed the concrete until it no longer reeked of dust and oil. A low table sat in the center, with a single candle flickering. A simple wooden cross hung on the wall, its edges rough as though carved in haste but with care.

A Bible rested on the table. Her Bible. She recognized the frayed leather cover, the small stains on the pages -he'd taken it from her apartment without asking, of course, but it was hers.

—For you —San said simply, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed—. So you can pray.

She had followed her for long enough to know she needed a place that felt sacred to pray, a place where she'd be able to practice her belief without worrying about him being around, giving her the privacy to speak, the space to air her inner voice and respecting her choice of keeping it away from him.

She blinked at him, too startled to answer.

—You don't have to thank me —he added quickly, as if bracing for her silence—. Just... use it.

And then he walked away.

For hours, she avoided the room. It sat at the edge of her vision, a quiet temptation. When the sun sank low and shadows stretched long through the hall, she finally slipped inside.

She knelt by the table, fingers grazing the worn cover of the Bible, the familiar texture grounding her more than the walls ever could. For the first time since the black bag, since the endless silence, her lips parted.

Her voice came low, hoarse from disuse.

—Our Father, who art in Heaven...

The candlelight flickered against her closed eyes as she whispered each line. She asked for clarity. For strength. For deliverance -not just from him, but from herself.

And somewhere, beyond the door, she thought she heard the faintest shift of weight.

A shadow. A presence.

She paused, heart pounding, but the silence outside held. She told herself she was imagining it. She continued.

—Lead us not into temptation...

What she didn't see was San, his back pressed against the other side of the door. He wasn't guarding it. He wasn't pacing. He was listening. Every syllable wound through the wood, soft and fragile, and he closed his eyes as though her prayer was being spoken for him.

Her voice was steady now, warmer with each breath, alive with conviction. It was the first time in days he'd heard more than the scrape of her footsteps or the rustle of her clothes.

And he drank it in.

He didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe too loud.

It wasn't faith that brought him there. It wasn't reverence. It was hunger. The kind of hunger silence had sharpened into a blade.

When she whispered "Amen," he whispered it too under his breath, though not to God. To her.

And then he stayed there, forehead leaning against the door, until her voice faded again into the stillness of the room.

The prayer was meant for someone else, but San claimed it like it belonged to him.

The first night he left her alone in that room, she prayed only once. Quiet. Hesitant.

San hadn't expected much more. But when he leaned against the cold wall, ear tilted toward the wood, her voice bled through. Every syllable curled around him, fragile and unguarded, and he realized how badly he'd missed hearing her speak. Not at him. Not in defiance. Not in anger. Just... speaking.

That single prayer became a hook.

By the next evening, he found himself hovering again. Dinner was untouched, her plate cold in the kitchen, yet she knelt in the room, lips moving in whispered patterns he could almost make out. He timed his steps, slowed his breathing, pressed his palm flat to the wall to catch the faintest vibrations of her words.

—Forgive us our trespasses...

His mouth curved into something darkly amused. Trespasses. She meant him, maybe. Or herself. It didn't matter. The words slid into him anyway.

It became a ritual -hers for God, his for her.

Every night he lingered in the hallway, silent shadow against her door. He began to learn her rhythm. She prayed longer on the nights she was restless, shorter when fatigue dulled her. She asked for peace she never found, begged for freedom she wouldn't get. Sometimes she spoke in silence, lips moving without sound, and that drove him insane—because he wanted it all, every word, every drop of breath she offered.

Once, she paused mid-prayer. He almost pushed the door open, thinking she'd sensed him, but then she sighed and whispered:

—Are you listening?

San's heart stuttered. His hand pressed harder to the wall. For a wild, dangerous second, he thought she meant him. That she knew. That she was inviting him in.

"Yes," he thought. "I am".

But the pause stretched, and she continued softer:

—Lord, are you listening?

The tightness in his chest loosened into a smirk.

After a few days, it became a habit, he no longer pretended it was coincidence. He arranged his evenings around her prayers. He cooked when she was quiet, checked his calls when she slept, and when the hour came, he made sure he was there, waiting. Addicted. Hungry.

He would stand against the wood, breathing in rhythm with her voice, sometimes closing his eyes so the echo filled the hollow spaces in his chest. He convinced himself this was better than touching her, safer than holding her until she broke.

But his obsession sharpened edges too.

Once, when she skipped a night, he paced the hall like a caged animal. By the second hour, he felt the urge to push the door open, only to find out she had left ajar. She was lying on the rug, curled in silence, refusing to meet his eyes.

—Why should I pray? Maybe I don't want Him to hear me anymore.

San had almost said "Then let me". But he bit it back, retreating before the words betrayed him.

Still, the truth sat heavy in his chest: her prayers weren't for him, but he claimed them anyway. He turned her devotion into chains, because hearing her voice -even when it wasn't meant for him- was the closest thing he had to absolution.

And every time she whispered "Amen," San mouthed it too, like her voice was his salvation.

But that small chapel didn't change her push and pull where she kept her silent treatment and her refusal to eat. It began like a stubborn game.

San would cook. He'd plate the food with his own hands: rice steamed to perfection, soup rich and clear, fruit cut into neat slices the way he'd seen her do once. He'd leave the tray outside her door.

And she would ignore it.

The first day, he thought she was making a point. The second, he told himself she was just trying to prove her resolve, to test how much he would bend. But by the third, the untouched trays stacked in the kitchen like accusations, the skin around his knuckles split from clenching them too hard, he began to taste something bitter beneath his tongue.

By the fourth day, when he opened her door and found her collapsed against the floorboards, the bitterness bloomed into full-blown terror.

—Y/n —her name tore out of him, ragged.

He dropped to his knees so fast they slammed the ground, but he didn't feel it. He gathered her in his arms, shaking her lightly, then harder when she didn't wake. Her skin burned with fever, lips cracked, eyelids trembling like they couldn't decide whether to close forever.

—Don't you fucking dare —his voice cracked—. Don't do this. Not to me.

Her head slumped against his shoulder, too heavy, too limp. For the first time in years, San felt his own heartbeat like a threat in his throat, choking him.

By the time the doctor arrived, ushered in under Wooyoung's watch, San was pacing like a caged animal. He only stopped when the man touched her wrist, leaned down to press two fingers at her neck.

—Well? —San barked.

The doctor looked up, adjusting his glasses with maddening calm.

—She's dehydrated. She hasn't eaten properly in days. Her body simply couldn't sustain it any longer.

San's breath left him in a violent exhale. He dragged both hands through his hair, tugging at the roots until it stung.

—She'll recover —the doctor added carefully—. If she rests. If she takes in food and water. But any longer, and it could have been much worse.

Much worse. The words rattled through San like a blade dragged along bone.

When the doctor left, Wooyoung dismissed with a nod, San sat at her side on the couch, his hands restless. One hovered at her wrist, pressing faintly against her pulse as if needing constant reassurance. The other brushed over her cheek, sweeping back strands of damp hair. She didn't wake.

He should have felt anger. Should have screamed, slammed his fist through the wall, raged at her for putting herself in danger just to spite him. But what hollowed him out was not fury, it was fear.

Fear that he could lose her without warning, without a word. Fear that the very thing tying him to this world could vanish by her own hand.

He stayed like that for hours, the weight of her silence pressing down until his lungs ached. And then, like a man drowning, San stood. His body carried him on instinct alone, down the hall, into the room he had made for her.

The chapel.

It smelled of incense she had burned, of beeswax from the candles she lit. The air carried her voice still, faint traces of prayers he had overheard through the door.

It was wrong for him to be here. The cross on the wall didn't want him. The silence wasn't his. He had no right to stand in this room that belonged to her God.

And yet, he stepped inside.

The floor creaked softly under his weight as he lowered himself to his knees where she usually knelt. His palms dragged over the rug, trembling, unsure how to hold themselves. He tried folding them together. It felt foreign. But he stayed like that anyway.

He picked up the rosary she used, the one she left next to the rug -the same one he had bought her-, and twirled it on his fingers. His eyes stayed shut, his lips parted, but no words came. For a man who had always commanded, always taken, speech had never failed him. Until now.

The silence swallowed him whole, louder than any gunfire, more damning than any blood he had spilled.

When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, uneven.

—I don't know how to do this —his chest rose and fell too fast—. I don't... I've never believed. I've never asked. But... —he bit down on the word, jaw tightening until his teeth ached— But if you're there... if you're real... don't take her away from me.

The sentence cracked. He dragged in a shuddering breath, his fingers tightening so hard they dug into his own knuckles.

—Not like this. Not when I need her.

The last word escaped like confession, the kind he couldn't take back.

San stayed bowed, head bent, his forehead nearly pressed to the rug. He felt nothing -no warmth, no answer- but he forced the words anyway, clawing them out from a part of himself he never thought he'd show.

—I can't lose her. I won't survive it.

His throat locked. He swallowed hard, breath shaking.

—Please.

And in the chapel that wasn't his, under the silence of a God he didn't know, San prayed -not out of faith, but out of desperation.

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The house had never known quiet like this.

Not the heavy kind that follows violence or arguments, but something softer, trembling, alive. A silence built from waiting.

San hadn't left her side the first night. Not once. He had dragged the armchair from the corner to sit by her bed, watching every shallow rise of her chest, every flicker of her eyelids. When she stirred, he thought she'd wake, but she never did.

The doctor's words repeated in his head like scripture: She'll recover if she rests. If she eats. If she drinks.

The amounts of ifs made him grow even more nervous, because it meant he held no control over what happened or how it'd develop.

When dawn broke, light spilling weakly through the blinds, he found himself back in that room again: the chapel.

He didn't plan it. His body simply went.

He knelt where she always did, the rug worn faintly where her knees had pressed into it. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the fabric, like the ghost of her devotion.

He tried to speak. The first sound came out hoarse, broken.

—Hey —he muttered under his breath—. It's me again.

He cleared his throat, the sound foreign in the quiet.

—I don't... know if I'm doing this right. I don't think she ever explained the rules —his lips twitched with something close to a smile—. She always said You'd hear her anyway. Even when she didn't talk out loud.

His gaze flicked up toward the small wooden cross she'd placed on the wall. He hated that his chest hurt looking at it. Hated that something about it reminded him of her eyes when she spoke to it.

—She talks to You like You're someone real. Like You listen —his voice softened—. So maybe You do. Maybe You can hear me too.

He exhaled slowly, shoulders sagging.

—Just... keep her here. That's all I want. She's stubborn as hell, You know? Won't eat, won't talk, won't even look at me. But she's... she's still mine —his throat tightened, the words spilling raw and unguarded—. Please don't take her from me. And even less like this.

He stayed there until his knees went numb.

And then, when night fell again, he came back.

And the night after that.

And the next.

Every time the candles burned out, he replaced them. Every time the incense ran low, he found new ones, searching the cupboards for anything she might've left behind. He learned the rhythm of prayer not from belief, but from her -how she began softly, words measured, how she always ended with silence, eyes closed like she was listening for something he could never hear.

Soon, San began to whisper her own prayers aloud, repeating the same sentences he'd once overheard through the door: Deliver me from evil. Grant me peace. Forgive me for what I cannot change.

He didn't know what forgiveness was supposed to sound like, but he knew he wanted her to wake up to it.

And slowly, he began to believe -not in God, not exactly- but in the sound of her prayers in his mouth.

Days passed like that, a blur of candlelight and murmured words, until the house no longer smelled of blood and oil, but of wax and warmth.

And then, on the fifth morning, the stillness cracked.

It was a faint sound, barely there. The rustle of sheets. The small gasp of breath.

Y/n's lashes fluttered. Her vision swam with light and shadow, everything too bright, too heavy. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, her lips dry.

When she tried to sit, the world tilted. She gripped the bedframe, breathing slowly until the vertigo eased. The last thing she remembered was the cold floor against her cheek -and his voice, shouting her name.

Now, the silence was thicker, but not empty. Something pulsed faintly through it. A rhythm.

She rose on trembling legs, bare feet dragging across the floor. The house was dim, curtains drawn. Each step down the hall took effort, the walls seeming to lean toward her, as though listening.

Then she heard it.

A voice.

Low. Rough. Unmistakable.

San.

She stopped. Her hand hovered just above the doorframe, steadying herself as she leaned toward the sound.

—Grant her strength —he murmured—. Forgive me for what I've done. And what I'll still do, if it means keeping her safe.

Her breath hitched.

He was praying.

She moved closer, her heartbeat a fragile thing, her disbelief heavier with every word.

—I don't have the right to ask You anything —he continued quietly—. But she does. She believes You're still listening, so maybe that's enough. Maybe if I speak like her, You'll listen to me too.

The words rolled out of him with an almost reverent rhythm, his voice steady, deep.

—I know I've hurt her. I know she hates me. But I can't lose her. So if You're listening, if You're out there... keep her alive. Let her open her eyes again. I'll take the rest, whatever comes, whatever price there is. Just let her wake up.

The sound of the chair scraping faintly against the floor made her flinch. He stayed kneeling.

She pressed a trembling hand against the wall, her throat thick.

He sounded nothing like the San she knew -the one who commanded, who controlled, whose words were always sharp and deliberate. Here, his voice was stripped bare, all edges dulled by something closer to... fear.

Y/n's vision blurred, tears burning unbidden at the corners of her eyes.

When she finally gathered enough strength to move, she stepped into the doorway.

San didn't hear her at first. His head was bowed, his hands clasped tightly before him. The candlelight traced the shape of his face, the dark circles beneath his eyes, the exhaustion carved deep into his expression.

—San —she whispered.

His head jerked up immediately. The shock in his eyes was so pure it almost broke her.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. The air between them trembled with everything left unsaid.

Then he was on his feet, crossing the space between them in three long strides. He stopped just short of touching her, as if afraid she'd vanish if he did. His eyes were wide open, almost as if afraid she'd disappear again if he blinked.

—You're awake —he breathed, disbelieving.

Y/n nodded weakly, the corners of her lips trembling.

—And you —she rasped softly— were praying.

Something flickered across his face -shame, relief, love- all tangled together.

—Maybe —he said quietly—. I was just... talking to whoever would listen.

Her eyes softened, though her voice still trembled.

—He was listening, San.

He didn't answer. He only looked at her, every line of his body still tense, as if he didn't yet believe she was real.

And in the dim candlelight, with her standing at the threshold of the room he had built for her faith, and him still half-kneeling in it, they seemed caught between two worlds -his sin and her salvation- finally breathing the same air again.

San rose slowly, like he wasn't sure if standing too fast would break whatever spell had brought her back. His chair scraped faintly against the floor, the sound swallowed by the soft hum of candlelight. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her. Her hair was tousled, her skin pale but alive, eyes glassy and uncertain.

He moved toward her carefully, as if she were a vision that might fade if he blinked too long. When he finally reached her, his hand lifted -hesitant, almost trembling. His fingers brushed her cheek.

Warm.

Alive.

He exhaled a sound between a breath and a prayer, one hand cradling her face, the other settling against her jaw like he was afraid to let go. His thumb traced the faint hollow beneath her cheekbone, memorizing the warmth, the pulse fluttering just under her skin.

Her lips parted, a faint attempt at a word -maybe his name- but he shook his head minutely, eyes dark, unreadable.

—Don't talk —he whispered, voice rough—. Not yet. We'll do something else first.

She swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat working. His palm lingered there for another moment, before sliding down, curling around her wrist.

Her pulse leapt beneath his fingers.

Without a word, he turned, guiding her through the dim hallway, past the chapel and into the open space of the house. The air was cooler there, touched by the smell of rain seeping through the cracked windowpanes.

The kitchen lights were off, but the faint glow from the city outside painted everything in dull gold. The counters were spotless, every surface wiped down like he'd been too restless to let them stay dirty.

Y/n's feet dragged against the floor as he led her to a chair. When he finally stopped, she sank into it, every movement small, slow, uncertain.

San released her wrist just long enough to reach for something on the counter: a bowl. She hadn't noticed it at first, but the faint aroma of broth drifted through the air. It had gone cold, but the effort in it was unmistakable.

He switched on the stove with mechanical precision, poured the soup into a pot, and stood there silently as it began to warm, the gentle bubbling filling the quiet.

Y/n's eyes followed him. She wanted to say something -to ask him what he was doing, or why he was praying for someone he'd once claimed didn't exist- but her voice felt locked somewhere deep in her chest.

He didn't look at her, not right away. Only when the soup was steaming again did he pour it back into the bowl, setting it on the table in front of her.

—Eat —he said quietly.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

—I'm... —she murmured, the beginning of denial.

His jaw flexed.

—You haven't eaten in days.

—I said I'm not hungry.

He held back the growl, clenching his jaw tight. That whole situation couldn't be repeating again, not after what they went through.

He inhaled through his nose, slow, sharp. Then, lowering his voice to something that was neither command nor plea, he said,

—Y/n.

Her name sounded different when he said it now. Not as a warning, not as a claim -almost like a confession.

She glanced up at him.

The candlelight from the other room still clung to his features, softening the usual sharpness in his face. But there was something else there too: fear. It flickered in his eyes, unguarded.

—I thought you were dying —he admitted quietly, resting one hand flat on the table, the other gripping the back of the chair opposite her—. I watched you stop moving. I prayed to a God I don't believe in because I didn't know what else to do.

She looked away, yet he slid the bowl closer. The faint steam curled upward between them.

Y/n's stomach twisted -not from hunger, but from the ache of it all: the gentleness in his gestures, the strange warmth in his hands, the knowledge that she had both hated and missed him more than she could bear.

He crouched slightly, lowering himself to her eye level. His fingers brushed hers lightly, guiding the spoon into her hand.

—I'm not asking —he said softly—. You need to eat.

For a second, she almost resisted out of sheer stubbornness. But then she saw his eyes again -the way they flickered over her face, cataloguing every blink, every faint tremor, as if making sure she wouldn't disappear.

Her hand shook as she lifted the spoon. The first sip burned faintly against her tongue. It tasted like salt, ginger... and, somehow, she could also taste all of his sleepless night poured onto the food.

He stayed there the whole time, kneeling beside her chair, one hand resting lightly against her arm.

—Why are you doing this? —she asked finally, her voice raw.

His gaze met hers, steady, unflinching.

—Because I failed you once. I won't do it again.

The spoon clinked against the bowl as she set it down. He exhaled, rising slowly. His hand lingered near her shoulder, but he didn't touch her again.

—Rest after you finish —he murmured—. I'll stay close.

She stared down at the half-empty bowl, the heat warming her trembling fingers.

—And if I don't? —she whispered, eyes still fixed on the soup.

He hesitated in the doorway.

—Then I'll keep praying until you do.

And with that, he disappeared down the hall -the faint sound of his footsteps leading back toward the chapel.

Y/n lifted the spoon again, the warmth in her chest indistinguishable from the ache.

In the silence that followed, she could almost hear him again -his voice low and uncertain, speaking words she never thought he'd learn. And for the first time in weeks, she let herself hope that maybe -just maybe- he was changing.

The rain hadn't stopped since she woke up. She remembered waking up to the light sound of drops hitting the windows and, almost three hours later, she was still hearing them.

It also crawled down the windows of San's office in long, uneven trails, blurring the city lights beyond the glass. He sat behind his desk, the low hum of the computer filling the room. There were papers spread out in front of him, though none of them had been read for hours.

When the door opened, he didn't look up right away.

Her footsteps were soft, careful -almost uncertain. The faint scent of broth and soap clung to her; she'd eaten, showered, changed into one of the sweaters he'd left in the wardrobe for her. He'd expected her to stay in her room, too weak to wander far. But now, there she was.

—San —she said quietly.

He looked up. His gaze sharpened, that instinctive flash of awareness that always came with her name.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Just watched her cross the threshold, her hand brushing the doorframe as if for balance. She looked smaller in the dim light -fragile, yes, but not afraid.

He leaned back in his chair slowly, the leather creaking.

—You should be resting —he said finally, voice low.

—I couldn't.

He tilted his head slightly, studying her.

—Something wrong?

She shook her head. Then, after a pause:

—Something right, maybe.

He frowned faintly, confusion flickering through his expression as she came closer. Her fingers traced the edge of the desk before she stopped in front of him. The faint hum of the rain filled the silence between them.

—I came to apologize —she said.

San's eyes lifted from her hands to her face. His jaw tightened, but he didn't move.

—I shouldn't have... —she swallowed, her voice trembling— I shouldn't have refused your food. That was cruel. You didn't deserve that, not after what you did for me.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she lifted her hand quickly.

—Let me finish.

Something in her tone stilled him.

—I've been thinking —she said quietly—. About how everything went wrong. How I kept trying to do things my way, even when I knew it would hurt you.

Her voice faltered, but she pressed on.

—I went to Hongjoong's party because I thought I could handle it. I met with Mia behind your back because I thought I could fix things, control them. I didn't listen. I thought I was helping and I just made things worse. And every time I pushed further, everything... fell apart.

San didn't move. His fingers drummed once against the desk, then stopped.

Y/n looked down, her voice softening.

—You were trying to protect me. And I... —she exhaled shakily— I made that impossible. I made you doubt if I was worth the risk —her eyes lifted then, searching his face—. I'm really sorry.

He stared at her for a long time, as if the words themselves had weight he couldn't quite hold. The silence that followed was heavy, almost unbearable. The air between them crackled faintly, the way it used to when they fought, when they wanted to touch each other and couldn't.

Then, slowly, he stood.

The chair scraped softly against the floor. He walked around the desk, every step measured, his expression unreadable. When he stopped in front of her, he was close enough for her to see the pulse in his neck, the faint tremor in his jaw.

—You're apologizing —he murmured— for surviving?

She blinked, startled.

—No. For...

—For not listening? —he pressed, voice still soft but edged—. For doing what you thought was right?

Her throat tightened.

—You told me to stay away from her.

—I did —he said—. And you didn't.

Her lips parted, but before she could answer, he stepped closer. The air thickened.

—I don't need your apologies, Y/n —he said, his voice barely above a whisper now—. You'll never have to apologize to me. I don't want to hear a single sorry from your mouth. Not to me, or anyone else. You're too much for that word.

Her breath hitched as his hand rose, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered at her temple, tracing the outline of her cheek as though reacquainting himself with every inch of her.

—I prayed for you —he murmured, eyes fixed on hers—. Do you know what that means for someone like me?

Her voice was small.

—I think so.

—Then you know —he said, leaning in— that I can't let you vanish again.

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers.

It wasn't gentle, not at first. It was a collision of everything unsaid, every sleepless night, every bruise of regret that had lived between them. His hand cupped the back of her head, angling her closer as his lips moved against hers with hungry precision.

She gasped softly, fingers gripping the front of his shirt. The kiss deepened -slower now, desperate in a different way. His other hand slipped to her waist, drawing her nearer until the edge of the desk pressed into her hip.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard. And outside, thunder rolled across the city, a deep echo through the glass. Inside, he bent his forehead to hers, eyes closed, breathing her in like absolution.

His hand shot out, fingers tangling in her hair as he yanked her forward, crashing his mouth against hers in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger, a punishment and a promise in one. She gasped against his lips, her body melting into his as he pressed her back against the cold, polished surface of his desk. The wood dug into her spine, but she didn't care -the sting only made the heat pooling between her thighs worse.

His other hand was already at the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it upward, his calloused fingers skimming over the soft skin of her waist before he tore the fabric over her head, leaving her in nothing but her lace bra.

Her whole body heated up as his fingers traced the swell of her breasts, thumb hooking under the lace to free them, his touch rough but reverent.

—Fuck, you're perfect —he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble as he palmed her, squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper—. As perfect as I kept dreaming of every night we were apart.

His mouth followed, hot and wet, his tongue swirling around her nipple before he bit down, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her clit.

She arched into him, her nails digging into his shoulders through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. He groaned against her skin, his hands moving to yank her shorts and panties down in one rough motion. The cool air hit her bare skin, but she barely noticed -all she could focus on was the way his fingers trailed down her stomach, tracing the dip of her navel before slipping between her thighs. She was already wet, her arousal slick on his fingers as he teased her entrance, circling but never quite giving her what she needed.

—San —his name came out as a broken plea, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her collarbone where his lips pressed.

—Patience —but his own control was fraying.

She could feel it in the way his breath hitched, in the tension coiled in his muscles as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he carried her toward his room, his strides long and purposeful.

The door shut behind them with a final click, plunging them into dim, golden light -just enough to see the way his black hair fell over his forehead, the way his brown eyes burned into hers as he lowered her onto the bed.

For a moment, he hesitated. His hands, which had been so rough moments ago, gentled as they hovered over her, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. She hadn't recovered already from her incident, she was still weak. And the way her knees wobbled against the edge of the bed as he set her down was the wake up call he needed to get back to his senses.

—Angel, you're still recovering.

—If I didn't stop you, it's because I want this —she confronted him.

—Are you sure? —his voice was rough, but beneath it was something softer, concern. Fear, even.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down until their lips barely touched.

—I'm fine —she whispered—. I need this.

That was all it took.

His mouth crashed back onto hers, his kiss slower now, deeper, like he was savoring the taste of her after weeks of deprivation. His hands followed, mapping her body as if memorizing every inch: the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the way her skin pebbled under his touch.

He kissed his way down her throat, his lips lingering at the pulse point before moving lower, tracing the swell of her breasts, the tight peaks of her nipples, the trembling plane of her stomach. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he didn't hesitate. His tongue dragged through her folds, slow and deliberate, tasting her like she was the finest wine. Like she was the only thing she needed to properly function.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

—Fuck, San... —his name was a prayer and a curse, her voice breaking as his fingers joined his mouth, two slipping inside her while his thumb circled her clit.

He worked her with a precision that made her vision blur, his free hand gripping her thigh, holding her open for him.

—So wet for me —he murmured against her, his breath hot—. Always so fucking ready.

She couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but writhe beneath him, her body coiling tighter, her orgasm building like a storm. But just as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled back, leaving her gasping, empty.

She whined in protest, but the sound died in her throat as he crawled up her body, his cock thick and heavy against her thigh.

His eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her slick folds.

She could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her, but he didn't rush. Instead, he pushed inside her slowly, inch by excruciating inch, letting her stretch around him, her walls clenching desperately. A shuddering breath escaped her as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers, his cock buried deep.

—Fuck —he groaned, his forehead pressing to hers—. You were made just for me.

She couldn't form words. Could only cling to him as he began to move, his hips rolling into hers with a deliberate slowness that made her whimper. His hands cradled her ass, lifting her just enough to change the angle, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. She could feel the way he pulsed inside her, the way his control was slipping, his movements growing rougher, more desperate.

—You're so fucking beautiful —he growled, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot—. You're my angel.

His pace quickened, his thrusts deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath them. She met him stroke for stroke, her nails raking down his back, her legs locking around his waist as her orgasm crashed over her.

—San... I'm... fuck —her words dissolved into a broken cry as her pussy clenched around him, her release milking his cock.

He groaned, his rhythm faltering as his own climax tore through him, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came, filling her with thick, hot spurts.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his heart pounding against hers. His breath was ragged, his skin slick with sweat as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder.

The sheets were still tangled around them, the air heavy with the warmth of their skin and the faint scent of rain that drifted through the half-open window. Y/n lay against his chest, her breathing slow but not quite steady, her fingers tracing absent circles against his ribs.

San hadn't moved since she'd fallen silent. His hand rested at the small of her back, unmoving, as if any shift might break whatever fragile peace they'd carved out between them.

For a while, there was only the soft hum of the city far below and the whisper of her heartbeat against his skin.

Then, quietly -almost too quiet- he said:

—I need to say this before I lose the nerve.

Y/n blinked up at him, her cheek brushing his shoulder. He didn't look at her at first, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the ceiling, jaw tight like he was forcing the words out one by one.

—I was wrong —he said—. About everything. The way I left, the way I handled Mia, the way I handled you.

Her fingers stilled against his chest, but she didn't interrupt.

—I let fear call itself love —he continued—. I told myself I was protecting you, but I was just... controlling you. Because I didn't trust that you'd stay if I wasn't holding on so tight —his voice cracked slightly at the edges—. And when I left, I thought I was saving us both. I didn't even say goodbye because I was afraid that if I did, I'd never walk away.

The silence stretched, filled only by her breathing and the distant echo of thunder rolling away.

Y/n's hand slid up, fingers brushing his jaw.

—You broke me when you left.

His eyes finally dropped to hers -dark, wet, full of the kind of remorse that no words could smooth over.

—I know.

Her voice was soft but steady.

—And I made it worse. I went looking for answers in all the wrong places. I should've trusted you, or at least trusted us.

He shifted, turning fully toward her, his palm cupping her face with a tenderness that felt almost out of place in someone like him.

—You were trying to survive me —he whispered—. I can't blame you for that.

Her throat tightened.

—And yet you still kept me here.

—I couldn't lose you again —his thumb brushed her cheekbone—. Not when I knew what they'd do to you. What I had already done to you.

The confession hung between them, raw and heavy, until Y/n leaned forward and kissed him -slow this time, not desperate, not claiming. Just quiet forgiveness, given and received.

When they parted, she rested her forehead against his.

—From now on, we will do this together. We tell each other everything. The good, the bad, the things we're too afraid to say out loud. We stop fighting alone —he said.

Her chest ached with something that wasn't quite relief, but it was close.

—A real team —she murmured.

His lips curved faintly.

—A real team.

For a long while, they just stayed there -the world outside forgotten, their bodies tangled under the sheets, breathing in sync. The moonlight caught in his hair, silvering the edges of his face, softening the sharp lines she used to fear.

At some point, his fingers found hers beneath the covers, and she felt the faint squeeze -hesitant, almost shy. She squeezed back.

It wasn't forgiveness. Not yet. But it was a start.

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The rain had thinned to a mist, clinging to her hair and lashes as she pulled her coat tighter. The black car didn't move. No engine hum. No headlights flashing on. Just there, like it had been waiting for her.

Y/n's heartbeat drummed against her ribs, but she set her jaw and forced herself forward. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that hesitation made her a prey.

Ignore it. Just walk. Don't give it power.

The wet pavement reflected the lamplight in broken streaks. Her boots clicked steadily, though her legs felt unsteady. She kept her gaze fixed on the building's glass doors ahead. Her key was already in her hand, gripped so tightly the metal edge dug into her palm.

The car stayed silent. She reached the steps. One more stride, and she'd be out of the open and back into the safety of her place.

And then, a door slammed. The sound ripped through the quiet, sharp and final. Y/n spun, her breath fogging the air. Shapes moved fast, too fast, for her to track. Heavy boots pounded against the pavement.

—No... —she started, but the word was strangled, cut short as something rough and suffocating dropped over her head.

Blackness. The world smothered in thick fabric.

Hands gripped her arms, pinning them. She thrashed, her voice muffled. A sharp warning hissed against her ear -low, commanding, unfamiliar.

—Quiet.

Her pulse roared louder than the rain. She dug her nails into the fabric of her coat, fighting, kicking back, but they shoved her forward. The smell of leather, cold air, asphalt. Her hip banged against metal, a car door wrenched open. She was shoved inside. The seat creaked under her weight, and the door slammed shut again, sealing her into the dark cocoon of the bag.

The engine roared to life. Tires splashed through water as the car lurched forward.

She forced herself to still, her chest rising hard against the bag. She tried to count, to memorize the turns, the stops, the acceleration -but panic blurred everything.

The bag clung to her skin, damp with her breath, pressing closer with every gasp.

Whoever they were, they hadn't said her name. Not once. That silence was worse than any threat.

Y/n clenched her fists, nails carving crescents into her palms. She wouldn't break here. Not now.

The car sped off, a low growl of the engine vibrating beneath her seat. The black fabric clung to her mouth and nose, damp with her breath, pulling tighter with every inhale. She tried to steady it, to count, to anchor herself to something solid. One. Two. Three. Four. But the rhythm broke each time the tires hit a pothole, each time the vehicle swerved too sharply. She slid against the leather seat, the seatbelt cutting into her side, and the helplessness of being restrained in shadow clawed at her nerves.

The air inside the car was thick, humming faintly with the heater, carrying the faint smell of gasoline and something sharper -cologne: expensive, unfamiliar.

Not San's.

Her throat closed around the realization. If it wasn't his scent, then it wasn't his car.

She gritted her teeth, forcing down the terror that rose with the thought. San wasn't here. San didn't even know.

The driver said nothing. Whoever else was inside said nothing either. Just the sound of rain sliding over the windshield, wipers cutting through the silence every few seconds.

How many there were? Two? Three? More?

Her palms were slick where her fists curled against her lap. She tested the restraints -they hadn't tied her, only shoved her in and bagged her. Maybe they didn't think they had to.

Maybe they thought she wouldn't fight.

The car slowed suddenly, making her stomach lurch. A turn. The brakes squealed slightly, then released. She tried to count the turns again, the dips and climbs of the road. But panic scrambled everything into fragments.

At one point she swore she smelled smoke -cigarette smoke- seeping faintly through the bag. And, unlike the cologne, she didn recognize the smell of those cigarettes, because it smelled the same way whenever San smoked near her.

She leaned forward, straining to catch the smallest sound. A voice? Breathing?

Nothing.

Her chest heaved, the fabric pressing into her lips. She tried to angle her head, to see if the weave of the bag gave away any light, any silhouette. But she was unable to differenciate anything at all.

The car finally began to slow. Not the sharp, reckless swerves of city traffic, but a steady crawl. The hum of the road beneath her shifted, smoother, like freshly paved asphalt. Then came the sound of gravel crackling under the tires.

Y/n stiffened. Rural, outskirts. She couldn't place it exactly, but she knew that sound -too far from the city lights, too quiet.

The car came to a stop. The engine idled for a moment, purring like something alive.

Doors opened. Two at once. The shuffle of boots hit gravel. The driver's side first. Then another.

Her fingers curled tighter in her lap. She heard the back door creak open, the cold night rushing in like a slap against her skin. A hand gripped her arm -not violently, but firm, no hesitation.

—Out.

The voice was low, roughened, and unrecognizable.

Her knees shook as she stepped down, boots crunching into gravel. The hand steadied her only enough to keep her from falling, then let go. Another hand replaced it, guiding her forward.

She couldn't see, couldn't even steal a glance through the fabric bag. All she had were sounds: the groan of the car's suspension easing, the creak of a gate opening somewhere nearby, the hollow echo of their footsteps shifting onto concrete.

They walked her through what felt like a corridor -her heels clicked differently here, sharp, metallic. Echoes bounced back at her, telling her the space was wide, empty, industrial.

Her heart was beating so loudly she swore they could hear it too. Another voice spoke then, clipped and commanding:

—This way.

She flinched. It wasn't San. Not Yunho. Not Mingi. Not Wooyoung.

Strangers. All of them.

The air grew colder. A faint draft ran along the edges of the bag, carrying the sterile tang of rust and oil. The scent of old machinery, abandoned but not forgotten. Her escorts halted and she heard a door unlatch, heavy metal screeching open.

And then, they pushed her forward.

She stumbled, caught herself. Her palms scraped against cool steel as she reached out blindly. The door clanged shut behind her with a finality that rattled through her bones.

Silence.

Just her breath, shallow and ragged beneath the fabric, filling her ears. The silence pressed against her skull like a living thing.

They'd left her here.

That was the only explanation Y/n could find as minutes -or was it hours?- bled into one another under the suffocating black bag. The air inside grew warm with her breath, damp against her lips. Her neck ached from holding it stiff.

But no one came.

No footsteps. No whispers. Not even the distant hum of machines. Just... nothing.

It was worse than any interrogation, worse than the threat of violence. Silence gave her too much time to think: about Mila, about Jongho, about San -always circling back to him, like a wound she couldn't stop touching.

Her fingers dug into the armrests of the chair. Her heartbeat pounded so hard she swore it echoed in the hollow of the room.

She tried once ,just once, to call out.

—Hello?

Her voice came out small, cracking against the walls, devoured instantly by silence. Her throat tightened. Panic crept in slowly, insidious. What if they'd abandoned her here to rot? What if this was the punishment: being erased, left to drown in her own fear?

Her leg bounced uncontrollably, while weat trickled down the back of her neck.

—How long are you planning to sit there?

Her blood iced over.

The voice: low, rich, edged with amusement and steel, familiar in a way that made her chest seize and her stomach lurch.

No. It couldn't be...

The scrape of a chair echoed, somewhere across the room. Heavy boots shifted on the floor. If she focused enough, she could remember the sound of those same steps a few weeks back.

She froze, every muscle locked, breath caught inside the damp prison of fabric. The voice came again, closer this time.

—Angel... you didn't really think I'd leave you out in the open, did you?

Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

The bag was ripped from her head in one swift motion. Light burned her eyes. She blinked furiously, tearing at the sudden sting, until her vision adjusted.

And there he was: San.

He was leaning against a steel pillar like he owned the world, dressed in black, hair mussed as though he hadn't slept in days. His eyes -those eyes- fixed on her, sharp enough to slice through every thought she tried to form.

Her chest rose and fell too quickly as her mind tried to make sense of what was going on ahead of her. Had she missed him long enough to already have visions and see him in other people?

Her lips finally moved.

—You...

He tilted his head, lips curving -not into a smile, not exactly. Something darker.

—Surprised?

She shot to her feet so fast the chair behind her scraped across the floor with a screech.

—You —she repeated with a trembling voice—. You left. You left me, San. You abandoned me and now just...

—Now I brought you back where you belong.

The words cut through her anger like glass. She stumbled over them, choking on disbelief.

—You... did this?

—Of course I did —he pushed off the pillar and closed the distance between them in two unhurried steps. His presence swallowed her whole, a storm pressing in from all sides—. What did you think, hm? That I'd let you walk away? That I'd leave you to crumble in that apartment while half the city sharpens their knives with your name on their lips?

—You had no right...

—No right? —his laugh was low, dangerous, a sound that wasn't joy at all— Angel, you're still alive because of me. You're still breathing because I didn't give you the choice to ruin yourself.

Her hand trembled as she shoved against his chest. He didn't move. Didn't budge an inch.

—You don't get to twist this into protection. You left. And now what, kidnap me? Keep me locked up so I can't fight back?

He caught her wrist before she could shove again.

—You wouldn't have come with me otherwise.

She stilled.

The words slammed into her harder than his grip ever could.

—You... what?

His thumb brushed along her pulse, a gesture that looked soft, but felt like shackles. His voice was quieter now, threaded with something raw.

—You would've refused. You'd have fought me until you bled for it. So I took the choice away.

Her eyes burned. Her lips parted, shaking, trying to summon anger, but what came out was something else -something dangerously close to a plea.

—San, you can't do this.

He leaned in, his forehead almost brushing hers, his breath warm and steady compared to the tremor in hers.

—I already did —he took one step closer—. Your freedom means nothing if it means losing you.

Her breath stopped for a moment after his words, to the point where she could hear the rhythm of her heartbeat if she focused enough. For a long moment, neither of them moved. She stared at him, heart pounding against her ribs like it wanted to break free. His gaze devoured her -hungry, haunted, unrelenting.

It wasn't just control. It wasn't just obsession. It was desperation, naked and terrifying.

When he finally spoke again, it was almost a whisper.

—I'm not losing you. Not to Hongjoong. Not to Mila's ghost. Not even to yourself.

Her voice cracked, broken between fury and heartbreak.

—You've already lost me.

His grip tightened on her wrist. His jaw flexed. For a second, she thought he might shatter right there, splinter into pieces under the weight of her words.

Instead, he pulled her closer, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning like a vow.

—No. I refuse.

And the room, the silence, the entire world seemed to shrink until it was just them, trapped in a storm neither could escape.

San's grip on her wrist tightened, his face only inches from hers. The fire in his eyes shifted—less desperation, more fury, suspicion cracking through the surface.

—What the fuck were you thinking, Y/n?

Her breath hitched.

—When you did that to Mila.

The words landed like a slap. Her entire body recoiled.

—What?

His jaw was locked, every muscle in his body taut with restraint.

—You threatened her. I heard the recording. Your voice saying you'd make her regret it. And hours later, she's dead. You expect me not to put the pieces together?

Her head shook violently, eyes wide, throat tightening until the words scraped raw.

—So it wasn't you?

He blinked after her question, his hold on her faltered for the first time.

—I thought you killed her —she whispered, the admission ripping itself out of her, trembling with truth—. You left me, you cut me out, and then Mila ends up dead in a luxury suite? Who else could it have been?

Silence.

The kind that stripped the room bare, leaving nothing between them but the ugly reflection of what they really believed of each other. San let go of her wrist, stepping back, like her words had burned his skin. His expression hardened -not anger, not entirely. Something worse.

—So that's what you think of me. That I'd leave you, avoid you for weeks, and go slit her throat to tie up a loose end out of nowhere.

Her chest rose and fell too fast.

—And what did you want me to think?! You left me with nothing but questions, and suddenly someone who has kept threatening us shows up dead.

He turned away, dragging both hands down his face, pacing the length of the room once, twice. The fact that she wasn't the one who made a mistake out of spite made him feel uneasy. When he stopped, his shoulders dropped -not in defeat, but in grim certainty.

—This is exactly why I left.

Her heart lurched, the words cutting deeper than any accusation.

—What?

He faced her again, eyes sharp, but the fire in them had cooled into something colder.

—Because this... —he gestured between them, the space vibrating with mistrust and love twisted together— was starting to get dangerous for you. I rathered putting you on a pedestal than keeping you in my arms if it means you'd be safe. But I was wrong —he sighed, his shoulders slumping—. And again, I wish it had been you the one who did it. Because this makes things worse.

Her lips parted, desperate for a denial, but the words wouldn't come.

His voice softened, but it was no comfort.

—I thought keeping you away would protect you. But maybe it wasn't just protection. Maybe it was the only way to keep me from destroying you.

The room tilted, her knees weakening.

—San...

But he just shook his head slowly, as if her voice was the last tether he couldn't afford to grab hold of.

—And now, after Mila... after everything... I know I was right. You're in danger.

Her vision blurred, rage and heartbreak tearing through her chest like barbed wire. San's jaw clenched, but he didn't flinch.

—But, angel, I'm not leaving this time —he assured her—. You're keeping up with me, because I won't let a single person lie a hand on you. You'll be staying here until everything calms down.

And the finality in his tone was worse than the bag over her head, worse than the silence of that empty room. It was the sound of him choosing distance, even as his body stood inches from hers.

—Excuse me? —she scoffed— What if I don't want to? My opinion doesn't count?

—About something you know nothing about? Clearly not.

—San, I'm not kidding. The last thing I want is to spend a second with you in a room —she spitted, anger bubbling through her.

—Then seems like you'll have a problem —he shrugged. 

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