#san_engram

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff, drama, exes to lovers 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: "Always on the runaway, I see." When misunderstandings happen and one is seen as the coward, always running away from the responsibilities, how can things work themselves out? When the people who stand by your side may not be fully on your side, how do you move on? 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: san x reader

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One moment Sohee was watching her four-year-old playing in the swings and next, the whole building was looking for the little girl dressed in a deep blue bouffant dress. Sohee had every single person working in that facility looking for the girl; how could someone dressed in such an easy to spot dress be missing? The female's heart dropped. If anything, anything at all, happened to her daughter, she wouldn't be able to sleep that night, or for the rest of her life for that matter.

The little girl thought playing hide and seek with her mother was just the perfect way to start the afternoon. She had lunch with her mother and the uncle she loved the most and what better way to transition to the afternoon if not with hide and seek with mom and uncle? Sooyoung saw absolutely no problem with that, after all, uncle Wooyoung always said the best way to play hide and seek is to sneak around when nobody was looking. And she did just that! He should be proud. He would be proud if it wasn't for the fact he and the girl's mother were currently panicking, running up and down every possible set of stairs and checking every room. The trio was currently in a huge building where a charity event was going to take place, later in the afternoon.

Sohee was the owner of one of the largest brands for jewelry, leading her to be invited to such event. The female had decided to drag her brother and daughter along, seeing she couldn't stand leaving her baby behind. However, she was clearly second guessing her decision at that moment. Maybe she would've been safer with a babysitter.

"Mommy and uncle Woo won't find me here." She whispered softly, grinning as she hid behind one large curtain. Her little feet sat at the bottom of the curtain, clearly displaying her figure behind the thick fabric. Her small feet tapped against the floor excitedly as she clearly had no idea about the chaos she had started downstairs.

Her ears caught up to the sound of feet running around, clearly someone was looking for something, but she had absolutely no idea that almost everyone in that building was looking for her – she only wanted her mother and uncle to look for her, either way. Ten minutes passed and nobody had found her, she was growing impatient and tired. Her mother never took that long to find her, but then again, she usually warned her mother they were playing hide and seek. Her small hand, held onto the curtain, head tilted to peek into the room. A small frown sat on her features as she realized she didn't tell her mother they were playing hide and seek and quite frankly, she had no idea where she was.

The room was filled with tables, round tables everywhere as if it was a dining room, one of the many she had seen ever since she remembers having enough brain power to remember things. Her mother was a businesswoman or something of the sort. She didn't quite understand it; all she knew was that her mother got invited to events left and right and her small self would always be by her side. Her curious eyes scanned the surroundings, finding a few people by the stage.

As worry started to grow in her, she decided to come out of her hiding spot, making her way through the tables only to stop by the stage, tugging the black pants of one of the men who were conversing about whatever business. The male who felt the small tug on his pants looked down to find a kid up to his knee. His sharp eyes turned soft with the sight of the little girl who clearly wasn't supposed to be there. His eyes scanned the room, knowing nobody else was there, but just making sure.

He had always heard when speaking to children, to lessen the difficulty of interaction, you should bend down to their eye level. With that in mind, he crouched down and gently patted the girl's head. Her hair was combed neatly into a ponytail, caged by a laced bow which's color matched her dress. A small smile stretched his lips, making him seem less threatening. "Hi there, what are you doing here?" He softly asked, watching the little girl shuffle uncomfortably. "I was playing hide and seek with mommy and uncle, but I think they don't know." She responded, with a frown, holding the guy's pants still.

"Let's go look for mommy and uncle then. Do you know your mommy's name?" He asked, holding his arms for the girl who stared at him quietly. Her mother had told her she shouldn't go around with people she didn't know because they could be bad people and suddenly the girl felt conflicted. She was lost and needed help, but she had no idea who this guy was. The male seemed to understand the concern in her eyes and quickly pointed to himself. "I'm uncle San, and this is uncle Yeosang." He continued, pointing over to the other guy matching his outfit and smile. Her small eyes peeked between the two people fully dressed in black. They did seem like nice people; their hair was combed back, no malice in their gaze even if she had no idea what malice was. Their eyes looked just like their mother's, soft and friendly. She decided they were a good pick.

"Is uncle not a bad guy then?" She asked, innocently, peeking between the two guys only to hear soft chuckles coming from both, who shook their heads. "We're not bad uncles. Let's go look for mommy, yes? Did mommy come to the charity event, too?" He questioned, easily picking the little girl up and getting up. She seemed more comfortable now and San couldn't help but admire the cuteness of such a little child. "Mommy's name is mommy." She confidently started, finally replying to the initial question San asked only to hear a soft giggle escape Yeosang's lips. She was adorable and he was starting to grow fond of her.

"Where were you and mommy before you came to hide?" Yeosang asked. The girl peeked over at San and frowned a bit. "I think mommy and I were at the park, but I don't know where the park is." She responded, kicking her feet out anxiously as San sat her by his hip, carrying her comfortably. Yeosang gave her a small nod, leading the other male out the room. "I think there's a park downstairs."

With that, the duo escorted the little one downstair to the park only to find nobody there. The girl frowned more, holding onto the blazer San was dressed in, suddenly becoming more anxious – what if they left her there? She was lost and maybe her mother wouldn't return to the park to look for her.

"I have an idea." San suddenly announced, smiling ear to ear as he brought them to the main hall. There were probably more people there that could help the girl find their mother. He made his way up to the stage, feeling a bit nervous as he could feel a bunch of eyes on him. He didn't like this attention but that was not his main problem right now – this little girl needed to find her mother and he was going to make that happen with or without his stage fright.

His hand started shaking as he stood in front of the few dozens of people that had started to gather. He tried his best not to focus on that, reaching for the microphone. "Hi, may I have your attention please?" His shaking voice started; he was sweating. "I have little-". He then realized he didn't ask the girl's name, turning his head to her just to quietly ask her name. The girl hid her face in his neck after answering softly. "Sooyoung, I have little Sooyoung here!" He announced, smiling as he held her close to him, understanding she was shy. "Sooyoungie got separated from her mother and uncle. If there's anyone looking for Sooyoungie, I'll be by the stage for the next thirty minutes. Thank you!" San quickly placed the mic back in its rightful place before stepping off the stage and standing to the right side.

Yeosang's displayed a proud smile. Once the male stopped by his side, he pat his back. "All good, San, all good you did great." He spoke, then peeking over at the little girl who shyly peeked at Yeosang. The male playfully made some gestures with his hand to entertain the little one, trying to give San a moment to relax as he knew fairly well his friend was all over the place with the fact he had to step on stage.

The announcement was heard by one of the staff who quickly led Sohee to the main hall. Her heart stopped for a moment. Wooyoung was quick to arrive at her side as well only to stand there frozen, as well. His lips were parted, allowing him to breathe through his mouth as his nose didn't seem to do a good job. His eyes ripped away from the sight a few meters away from him, quickly landing on the female who had the exact same reaction. But before he could react, her loud voice sounded.

"You!" She screamed, marching her way through the crowd as she continued. "Put my daughter down right now." And that tone was nothing but threatening. It was nothing like the soft Sohee he knew. Wooyoung was quick to run to her side to catch up to her, trying to hold her back.

"San?"

"Give me back my daughter."

Where the two different responses San had gotten once the duo made his way up to him. Yeosang visibly tensed seeing those two familiar faces. Wooyoung's features were soft yet confused but Sohee's? She was raging. If her gaze could kill, San would be buried six feet under that right second. In the mist of everything that was happening, San was looking between these two people he had no idea who they were, and the little girl held her arms out for her mother, squealing in excitement.

Sohee was quick to rip the girl apart from San who was shocked with how rude she was, especially in front of her child. Wooyoung was still too surprised to utter any other word; he was quietly taking in the figure of his best friend, only to be hit with another wave of confusion. "San?" He asked quietly, stepping forward just to frown. "Is that really you?" He hadn't seen him in so long that he couldn't believe it was the right person. He hadn't changed a single bit.

Yeosang quickly stepped between them, alarmed with the situation. His eyes found three bodyguards moving their way and quickly moved his friend to the side. "We have to get going, I'm glad Sooyoung found her mother, but we really have to go, San." He spoke, urgently just to try to tug the male away.

Sohee snorted, rolling her eyes. "Always on the runaway, I see. Don't you dare to show in front of me again." She warned, clearly wanting to curse the male out. San's eyes sat on her, heart suddenly racing as her eyes held something he wasn't sure he could decipher. His brows furrowed, ignoring Wooyoung who clearly was more open to help him understand the situation at hand. His hand reached forward, pushing Yeosang out the way as he moved closer to the female. "Did I do something?"

Sohee whose back was turned to him quickly whipped her head to look at the male, disbelief plastered all over her features. "Did you do something?" She repeated his question, scoffing as she placed her precious baby in Wooyoung's arms, moving closer to the male, glaring into his eyes. "You're unbelievable, San." She spoke, a bit more roughly, forgetting there was a whole audience in that room.

"That's enough." Yeosang warned, stepping up once again, speaking through gritted teeth. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He spoke, features now showing how scary he could be. He wasn't friendly like before; his eyes clearly warned the female that she didn't want to go down that route when so many people were watching.

"San." Another warning voice called, this time turning everyone's head to see an older man accompanied by three bodyguards. The female snorted, head shaking slowly. "You really didn't need to call for back up if your stuck ass can't take a simple conversation." She spoke, head shaking as she eyed Wooyoung and her daughter. "Don't ever touch my daughter again or I swear it will be your last day on Earth, you heard me?" She pointed her finger at San, proceeding to turn her back on him, just to leave a very confused San behind.

He could only see the way her silhouette was wrapped in a mermaid dress, color matching the one of the little girl's. His eyes sat on Yeosang who was now relaxing seeing both Sohee and Wooyoung move out of their sights. The bodyguards too, had returned to their usual places, somewhere in the crowd, leaving San and Yeosang alone.

"Who are they?"

Before San could continue to inquire about them, Yeosang shut him down. "People not worth remembering, San." His voice seemed sure of what he was saying but an inch of curiosity grew in the male's brain. If they really were nobody, all this ruckus would've been avoided – he needed to get to the bottom of this.

San's brows furrowed again, looking down at his hands as he bit his bottom lip. He had no idea who those people were but why were they so angry at him? "Did...I do something, Yeosang?" He asked the burden sitting in his heart only to hear his friend sigh and shake his head. "San, it's not the time to worry about this. We need to get ready for tonight, they're really not people who are that important."

The male nodded his head, following his friend to the room they found the little girl in, worried he had somehow wronged those two. The male ended up focusing on what he came there to do, the worries being pushed into the back of his head as he made a mental note to himself to investigate whatever had happened that he didn't seem to recall.

Sohee and Wooyoung had moved to another room in that huge building, one of them clearly furious as the other held the girl who had fallen asleep.

"Wooyoung, I can't believe he has the..." She stopped, peeking at her daughter, only to see she was asleep and continue "...fucking nerve to even show up again!" She complained to her brother who nodded his head slowly. He let his sister rant until he expelled in one breath.

"What if...something happened?" That had Sohee halting her rant. Her eyes searched for any ounce of playfulness in her brother's confused gaze – he was serious. She rolled her eyes, head shaking slowly. "I can't believe you're still trying to excuse him, Woo." She frowned, hurt by her brother's words. How could he, after everything she went through? She couldn't believe he would still take the male's side after everything.

"You know what, Wooyoung?" She started, tearing up as she barely called him like that, unless she was mad. The female reached for her daughter, picking her up from his arms to hold her. "Go back to your friend's side if you're going to act like this. Me and your niece clearly don't need you here if all you're going to consider are his feelings." She spat, turning her back on her brother who groaned in frustration.

"He was a big part of my life, too, So." He continued, following his sister. "Before he was your anything, he was my best friend. You don't seem to understand you weren't the only one losing something here." He spoke again, this time clearly mad.

"I can't believe after all these years you're arguing with me over San. Wooyoung, I don't give a fuck what you do with him, but don't you dare to bring that up again." She warned, eyeing him, her bottom lip trembling as if announcing the crying fit to come. "I won't forgive him and you clearly don't care for your niece as much as you say you do if you're still picking that man over us."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, crossing his arms before he exhaled loudly. "You're so fucking narrow minded. San is not that kind of man. Something happened." His voice was harsh now. The female nodded, a frown sitting on her lips as she sniffed. "I don't want to continue this conversation, Wooyoung. I don't want to harm the relationship we have either so please let's drop this. My Sooyoung is not going to be a ping pong ball." She muttered, holding her daughter closer to her before she left the room, making her way to the car.

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff, drama, exes to lovers 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: "Always on the runaway, I see." When misunderstandings happen and one is seen as the coward, always running away from the responsibilities, how can things work themselves out? When the people who stand by your side may not be fully on your side, how do you move on? 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: san x reader

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            The room was quiet, contrasting with the swirl of thoughts forming in San's head – he was sure there was more to tell than what Yeosang wanted to let on. Who were those two people? And why were they so angry at him? Granted the male seemed more surprised than angry, but the woman? Hell, the woman looked pissed and he couldn’t understand why. Did they know him? It was clear they did otherwise they wouldn’t have reacted that way. She acted as if he had personally gone out of his way to ruin her life. He held his breath as his fingers tapped against the wooden surface of the table in front of him. Yeosang noticed. Both males had sat down, taking a moment after this much emotion got swung at them, at San at least. Yeosang was quietly watching his friend.

"San..." his voice was nothing but a whisper. It was like he knew exactly what his friend was thinking. He knew he didn't want to explain. His eyes sat on the floor quietly as he couldn't bring himself to face the person that had become, over the years, the person he could confide in because he knew what he was doing was wrong. San on the other hand, couldn't exactly say the same. It was like part of his life had been taken away from him, but he had no idea why he felt this way. His hand rested on his forehead as he had decided to lower his head.

"Why do I feel like I don't know who I am anymore?" His voice sounded quiet, broken, heavy. The guilt Yeosang hid in his eyes could give away the fact there was more to this story than he was willing to let on. But San didn't know that. And he didn't realize it either as his eyes were closed, brows furrowed allowing him to stay deep in thought. It was not like he was particularly thinking the situation through, in fact, he couldn’t control his thinking so he just allowed his brain to run through the events and do as it pleased.

"I understand..." and those words escaping Yeosang's lips should've served as comfort, as a safe anchor but they sounded empty. San simply showed off a tight smile, eyes still closed. "But you need to focus right now. You're about to present your life's work...whatever those two are up to can wait after the conference...San you can't throw this away." And those words coming out of Yeosang’s mouth were right – San knew that; he had spent the last five years or so developing a product for the company his grandfather had founded so why should he throw all that hard work away? He shouldn’t…he couldn’t. San didn’t want to let his parents down; too many people were counting on him.

Lifting his head, his sad and curious eyes pried into Yeosang’s thoughts. “After...the presentation-” he stopped himself, holding his breath as he hoped his friend would understand what he wanted. But his friend only held his gaze, waiting for him to go on. “Yeosang, after I’m done presenting…I want to talk to them.”

Yeosang swallowed dryly. Oh, San’s parents were about to have the worse news, he feared. With a small smile, he gave his friend a small nod, not wanting to compromise the fact he would, indeed, snitch on San. But, in Yeosang’s mind, he was standing up for his friend who clearly didn’t know what was at stake. San’s lips trembled a bit; he had opened up to Yeosang far too many times before to be scared of sharing his deepest thoughts with him. “I feel like they’re the answer, Yeosang. I’m so lost.”

And they were the answer, Yeosang knew but if it depended on him, San was not getting that answer today.

Sooyoung was deep asleep in her mother’s arms. Sohee had refused to let go of her daughter after finding out San was in the building. That and the fact she thought she lost her precious daughter just a couple hours ago. That set her heart on fire. Not only did he have the nerve to come back after half a decade but now, he was the reason she and her brother were fighting. But Wooyoung had always been professional, and Sohee liked that about her brother…sometimes.

He wore his signature business smile, the smile Sohee could perfectly tell was not genuine. His lips spread on his features, the cheeks raised but his eyes? Cold. It was nothing like the smile he wore when playing with her daughter, but to be fair, Sooyoung had that effect on people. Anyone that met her would be dragged into her little world and sucked into a radiant mood. She just was that type of kid, and for a moment, Sohee felt glad this was the outcome of the tragedy she lived through. She would do nothing different, if that meant she would still meet and take care of her daughter.

“Miss Jung, it’s so nice to finally see you.” A soft voice suddenly grabbed the female’s attention. She turned, a smile similar to Wooyoung’s resting on her pair as she greeted the guest. After all, they were siblings. Quite frankly, she was not in the mood to host the event but there was no other choice. And with that, she realized San still played a large roll in her life – he still destabilized her even if his presence was grounding.

The rest of the event was a blur to the female. Between being distracted with the man that had once been her home, and the fact her brother was not giving up the idea of bringing him back into their lives, the event had gone through in a breeze.

It wasn’t until they were exiting the venue that she caught sight of him again. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes watched him, clearly tense and distressed. He walked in one of the rooms and curiosity got the best of her; she was drawn like a moth into a flame. Wooyoung followed. They soon stood in the same room, further to the back so as not to draw attention as Sohee realized her words were nothing but empty threats. She wanted him close, but she would never admit that. Not after what happened, and definitely not after what she went through.

Wooyoung stood by her side, this time having managed to convince her to let him hold his most precious niece. Sohee’s arms crossed as she looked for comfort; having let go of her daughter left her defenseless and clearly cold as she stroked her right arm up and down with her left hand as her eyes were glued on the wooden stage. His eyes were glued to San, as well and his ears perked up the moment, he heard his sister speak, heart racing as he understood that despite the rage she felt for him, just like him, she couldn’t let San go. He had acknowledged that the moment they followed him into the room but this served as confirmation.

“Do you think he ever looks back and thinks about us?” She whispered, her voice clearly weak, leading the male to understand this has been on her mind the whole afternoon. Wooyoung nibbled his bottom lip as he resisted the urge to burst out all his thoughts – he wanted to sound calm and collected because he was sure… he knew something was wrong.

The male took a bit longer to reply than he wished he did but that was only because, in the crowd that was forming, he didn’t want any scandals breaking out. “I think there’s more to this, So, something isn’t adding up…and I highly doubt he knows.” His voice sounded calm, on the surface but Sohee knew her brother like the back of her hand. By the way his hand gently stroked the back of her daughter, she could tell he was restless and anxious. His finger twirled the small bow on his niece’s dress, trying his hardest to mask what he was feeling because he knew this was not the time nor the place. Both went back to watching the demeanor of the man that was clearly stressed.

Sohee could tell by the way he seemed to hold his breath so tightly as he got ready. It was like she was watching him for the very first time again. Her heart hammered against her chest, the thousand feelings she had to conceal for the time he was gone, were galloping back with full force. Wooyoung on the other hand, ripped his gaze from the male, allowing him to bask in the mess his sister was by now. He could tell, of course he could, by the way her eyes were so fixated on San, by the way her hand gripped her arm, by the way she held her breath and swallowed slowly so nobody would hear. He too, knew her like the back of his hand.

“So, I’m getting him back.” And that promise, sounded quiet in the room where so much noise was housed, but to Sohee, was loud and clear and a flicker of hope that things would work out in their favor. Wooyoung knew San was unaware of the whole world that had bloomed for the five years he was gone; he had to because he was not that kind of man. He could tell from the very first time San had landed eyes on his sister that he had promised him wordlessly forever. There was more to this, he was sure and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. His sudden disappearance was not planned by San.

Finally, the man climbed on stage, his dark hair neatly combed, eyes peeking through his bangs as if that would help him hide away from the world – truth was, this whole situation made him feel anxious. He hadn’t been on a stage for quite some time, and he could barely remember how it was to present in front of a crowd. His breath got caught in his throat as for a moment, he doubted himself. San had tried so hard the past few years to get back in control of his life, but nothing seemed his. It was like he was living a lie, playing a role in a story that wasn’t his to begin with.

With shaky hands, he reached the microphone and upon clearing his throat, delivered the opening speech. His eyes weren’t focused as he had learnt that was a great coping mechanism for high stress situations like this one. Much alike Wooyoung, he wore a smile that was anything but genuine; he learnt it made him appear less scared, more approachable – and that was what Yeosang told him was the best.

Speaking of Yeosang, he was standing in the side lines, watching San deliver the opening speech attentively, as to give him feedback for his next moment. He took note of how San’s eyes weren’t focused, his speech coherent but he could tell the words sounded robotic despite the slight cheerfulness in his tone. It was like San was a shell in that moment, the soul was somewhere to be found, probably along with his mind that was clearly wandering everywhere but where it should be.

Soon, he made it out of the stage, stumbling on the very last steps as he claimed his head was pounding. A headache had taken over his brain, and he knew these far too well. “Yeosang, I need to lay down, I’m going to pass out.” He muttered to his friend, gripping his shoulder tightly as he forced his eyes to close shut, allowing a quiet grunt to rip off his lips as that was the last thing he recalled before waking up on a couch, air being fanned into his features.

His eyes slowly opened, just slightly as the brightness bothered him. He peeked around quietly, grunting as he found his primary care doctor sitting by his side. “Can you hear me, Mr. Choi?” The voice that was calling him through his dreams suddenly became clear. He hummed in response, closing his eyes again as he breathed out a long breath.

“Mr. Choi, I advise you to rest. I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue the event.” The voice continued but San paid no mind to that. He slowly sat up, grunting quietly as the headache was still there, weaker, but still there. “Please consider taking a break, the stress you’re putting yourself through is not good for your body or mind.” He reasoned.

Yeosang was quietly watching the scene, nibbling his inner cheek before he butted in. “Doctor, can I speak with you in private?” San’s head lifted, eyes piercing through the small distance between them. His brows furrowed as he suddenly worried what was so secretive that couldn’t be spoken in front of him. A flicker of doubt sat in the male’s head as he for a moment considered if by any chance, he should be worried about Yeosang’s role in his life. Ever since the two people he met, arguably for the first time, a couple hours ago, he had been acting off.

“Anything you have to ask; you can do it in front of me. If it’s about me, don’t go behind my back.” San’s voice announced, deeper than he intended to, watching his friend quirk his brow as he looked in his direction. Yeosang sucked his cheeks in, nibbling on them before giving him a firm nod. “Very well then.”

That took San aback. If he was hiding something, shouldn’t he be scared? He went quiet and watched as Yeosang looked at the doctor once again. “I’ve talked to his parents, he’s in the final stage of delivering a very important project and they don’t want him to back out of this, what could be the consequences?”

The doctor shrugged his shoulders a bit, eyeing Yeosang to speak to him directly. “That’s hard to predict but seeing the state Mr. Choi was in, I would say exactly the same thing that just happened, not counting any possible injury from falling off stage if he’s in the middle of a speech.” He belatedly responded, peeking over at San who was holding his breath. He wasn’t scared, in fact, he was quite used to these headaches. “However, that is up to you. It’s against medical advice but in the end, it’s your decision, Mr. Choi. The headache most likely came through over some memory stress, is there something you’re trying to remember?”

That question for a moment had San wonder if the doctor was on it too. Was all he knew fake? Were all of them trying to conceal what he so desperately tried to unveil? His heart started pounding firmly against his chest – he didn’t want to give away how much thought he had given to the two people he met but he also knew that much was obvious.

Yeosang’s brows raised, head titling to the side as he watched his friend who placed his hands on his temples, releasing a long sigh. “I don’t know, I just…” but he stopped himself. His breath was shaky as he wasn’t sure he should share all that was on his mind. He wanted to keep those to himself, but Yeosang was quick to take over, just like any other time and speak. “Some people showed up today, people who know better than to come around. Could that have been the trigger?” It was as if he knew San from inside out and for a moment, that scared San. Just how much did he know about him? Why didn’t San understand himself when Yeosang, arguably a stranger at some point, knew him so well? He knew his head, his doubts, his feelings and that made San nauseous. Maybe he needed to start second guessing and filtering what he could share with his friend.

“Not necessarily. I would, however, advice rest. Mr. Choi, don’t try to force memories back to you, they will eventually come back. Forcing yourself to think about that will only lead to this kind of situation which can worsen your condition.”

Those words struck San. What was he trying so hard to remember? Obviously, he was curious about those two people but why was his brain working overtime for that? He scrunched his nose, rubbing his features quietly as the doctor handed Yeosang a prescription for pain relief, warning that rest was necessary.

The doctor left. The only people standing in that room were now San and Yeosang. The younger male looked down at his hands, using the nail of his thumb to scratch his ring finger before speaking, softly as ever as if to deceive his friend. “Yeosang, I’m doing the speech.” He said it all in one rushed breath, gulping down as his eyes balanced between his hands before flying over to his friend.

Yeosang’s grip on the paper tightened before he gave him a small nod. “Your parents will be proud of this. I’ll get the prescription; there’s a pharmacy down the road…don’t do anything careless when I’m gone. There are bodyguards reporting to your parents.” He flatly said, knowing he too, was about to take the time to go down the pharmacy to report all that had happened to his parents because he couldn’t do it in front of San, even when he was passed out as that remotely felt like he was betraying his friend. If he did so behind his back, when he wasn’t listening, he felt that wasn’t cheating…that was looking out for his long date friend who probably wouldn’t understand he was seeking his best interests.

San was left alone, in the room. He waited to hear the door close to release a shaky breath; he was scared. He knew he was alone in this and seeing the way Yeosang had been so strange throughout the day, he knew, deep down, he knew he was not fully on his side because this large portion of his life he didn’t remember clearly was coming back to haunt him and regain its place in his daily life.

Once he was sure Yeosang wasn’t there, he looked for his phone, quickly dialing an all too familiar number – Park’s. The phone didn’t ring more than twice as the person on the other side usually picked up the phone within the first couple rings. “Park, I need you to investigate two people for me. My parents can’t know, and I bet my life on this, this time they’re the answer.” He whispered, still not fully trusting the walls around him as he knew bodyguards were everywhere, just like they had been for the past five years; he was constantly watched.