Seonghwa took a deep breath before walking into his father's office. He knew he was going to get an ear full for not being able to get more information on Hongjoong. He hadn't been expecting to, the man was incredibly smart. It wasn't going to be easy to bring him down.

But being second in charge of the Pack came with a lot of responsibility. There were times he wished things could be different, but it was too late to turn back now.

His father was sitting behind his desk flipping through a file that he immediately shut when he noticed Seonghwa standing in front of the closed door.

There were secrets even he didn't know...

"Come forward."

"Father, I can explain." Seonghwa stepped forward and waited for his father to motion for him to sit.

"No need. San already relayed all the information I needed."

Seonghwa flinched. His father sounded upset, and for him to be watching everything through San meant this had been a more important mission than he originally thought.

No wonder he hadn't seen San since they arrived home... He must be getting his routine checkup to make sure everything was still functioning properly.

"There has to be something we are missing. I don't understand how that son of a bitch can keep eluding us like this. But then again his father did too." His father smirked. "That is, until I finally caught him and destroyed him. I'll do the same thing to his son."

"What are you planning, Father?"

"All in good time. You did well tonight, even though you didn't get any results."

The praise was unexpected, but Seonghwa didn't want to argue with him.

"I have a few things I need to go do tonight. San will be going with me."

"What? Why?" Seonghwa's eyes widened. He couldn't remember a time that San had ever accompanied his father on a mission.

"I'm in need of his talents tonight. Don't worry, I'll keep him safe." His father sat back in his chair and smirked. "But I do feel bad taking your form of enjoyment from you for the evening, so I left you mine in your room." He stood up and nodded.

Seonghwa stood as well and they both bowed their heads, then his father walked around to give him a hug before departing for the night.

He stood there for a long moment after the door closed just processing everything that was going on.

His father had too many secrets and too many plans... and for him to not even include his own son in them was a big deal. Normally Seonghwa was privy to all of his meetings and ideas. For him to be hiding this...

Seonghwa shook his head and left through the back door of his father's office.

To say he wasn't intrigued by the fact that his father's toy was waiting for him in his room was a complete lie. Part of him always wondered what it was about Wooyoung that made his father keep him around for so long. Hell, they had practically been raised together since they were boys.

Not that they ever actually got to socialize, but Wooyoung had always been present.

And when he wasn't covered in bruises he was definitely attractive.

Seonghwa felt himself getting excited the closer he got to his room.

When he stepped inside, he was surprised to see Wooyoung tied to a chair, blindfolded, and waiting for him.

For a moment, pity rose up within Seonghwa and he had half a mind to just leave.

But he was his father's son, and temptation was something both of them were weak to.

"Well, what do we have here?" He said, dropping his voice a little.

Wooyoung visibly tensed to the point where it looked like he wasn't even breathing.

Seonghwa closed the gap between them and placed two fingers under Wooyoung's chin to tilt his head back. "Don't you look so pretty like this?"

The younger's lip trembled slightly and his hands clenched at his side.

"What's the matter? Are you not happy to see me?" Seonghwa chuckled, then pulled off the blindfold. He could see the caution in Wooyoung's eyes, but also the surprise as well. It made him pause for a second to take him in.

Something tugged at him. Something he couldn't describe... but it made him lower his hand to trace over the bruise dotting the corner of the boy's mouth.

It was then that he noticed the cuts and scrapes along his arms.

Seonghwa's mouth opened a little and he knelt down to untie one of Wooyoung's arms. He turned his hand over, then gasped. The cuts were more recent here, it was a wonder Wooyoung could even close his hand.

"My father did this to you?" He looked up and saw that Wooyoung was looking off to the side. "Wooyoung?"

The boy closed his eyes at his name and started to tremble.

"Wooyoung, answer me." Seonghwa ordered.

"Yes."

Seonghwa was shocked. He knew his father was a cruel man by nature, but he didn't think he was this bad... Sure he had heard the screams but...

He realized he had no excuses to make. He had heard the screams coming form his father's room. He had always known it was Wooyoung.

"I'm sorry."

Wooyoung's head turned so that he could look at Seonghwa out of the corner of his eye, but he still didn't speak.

"Why did he do this?" Seonghwa asked while untying his other hand. When he didn't get an answer, he sighed and turned Wooyoung's head so they were looking at each other. "If he told you not to speak to me, I promise I won't say anything."

Wooyoung hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth slightly, which showed off his trembling lip even more. "He says I deserve it. That everything is my fault." His voice was small as he spoke and his eyes started to glisten with tears.

Seonghwa's forehead creased and he started to gently rub Wooyoung's hand with the tip of his fingers. "What's your fault?"

"I don't know, he's never said..." Wooyoung turned away once more and closed his eyes, which released the tears that had been building. "I'll be beaten again for talking to you. I was just supposed to make you feel good..."

"I won't tell him. I promise." Seonghwa studied Wooyoung's face as they sat there. He felt that feeling tugging at him again. Now that he was face to face with the boy, but suddenly had this strange urge to protect him. Which was ridiculous because they didn't know each other. His father had always made sure Wooyoung didn't speak to or interact with anyone.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Seonghwa let out a breathy laugh. "I have no idea. But I'm not as cruel as my father is. I don't approve of undeserved punishments."

The younger nodded and let out a little hum and it was then that Seonghwa realized he had switched to rubbing Wooyoung's other hand. "Come on, you look tired. Let's just rest. I'll tell my father you did well and maybe he will give you a break."

He stood and pulled Wooyoung with him to his bed. The boy hesitated for a moment and bit his lip, then looked at Seonghwa with large, round eyes. "Um... Will you... Will you hold me?"

Seonghwa was take aback for a moment by the question, but he felt his heart beat just a little faster and found himself nodded.

The two of them slipped under the covers and Seonghwa opened his arms up. Wooyoung blushed but laid down on his side. He left a little space between them that Seonghwa closed once he wrapped his arms around the other's back and pulled him close.

It took a moment, but Wooyoung eventually relaxed and even rocked his head back and forth in an almost nuzzling motion as he settled in.

Seonghwa couldn't help but smile. There was something... different about laying here with Wooyoung than when he was with San.

He once again thought about how he always felt like he was searching for something, and he didn't know if this was it or not, but for now he decided he would enjoy it.

Slowly, his hand drifted higher until it was gently stroking the back of Wooyoung's soft, blonde hair until he drifted off to sleep.

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Good. Stay low.

San nodded and crouched over so that he would be hidden behind the low brick wall. It was imperative that he succeeded tonight.

Cameras dotted the entire back alley. The owners were no fools.

But San was cunning.

He was small enough that it was hard to pick him out in the shadows when he wore all black and covered his face so much that even his eyes barely shown through.

Cheers came from inside the large warehouse next to him.

Wait until it's loud again and then strike.

Once again, San nodded before stopping in front of a side entrance.

A camera was trained on the area directly in front of him. When the cheering started again, he pulled out a small gun that was loaded with paint pellets and hot it directly at the lens. Black paint splattered over it, blocking the image. It was designed to dissolve within a few minutes so it would look like a minor blackout of the picture.

San darted forward and slipped through the door, opening it just wide enough for his body to fit.

A large crowd was in front of him yelling and cheering at something happening in the center of the room. They were all so distracted, they didn't notice him darting through the shadows.

Good. Good, San. You're doing well. Stay low and make us proud.

He felt himself shiver at the idea of doing good for them. It's all he wanted in live.

To make the voices proud of him.

You're almost there. That's it. Right in front of you.

San scurried forward to a large, fenced in area that had an electronic hub behind it. There were several signs indicating that the fence was electrified, so he quickly scanned the surrounding around for a way to kill the power while covering any cameras in the area with paint.

Off to the side, there was a generator. That seemed to be the only source of power for the building.

There. Kill the power and slip in. Use the glasses.

San pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket and slipped them on. The lenses had a film appear over them which gave him the ability to see in the dark. He could also pick up details of the men in the room if he could look at their face long enough.

He tucked away his gun and grabbed the knife from his boot just so he had something to protect himself.

The generator was one of the biggest ones he'd ever seen, but with what went on upstairs he wasn't surprised.

This is it. You've done well, San.

In one smooth motion, San pulled out the power to the generator and darted back to the cage. Cries of outrage erupted from behind him as everyone tried to figure out what had happened.

A door burst open open him. "What the hell is going on??"

San quickly pulled the cage open, which surprisingly wasn't locked, and walked up to the main dashboard.

It's in the corner, move the monitor out of the way and plug it into the dashboard.

Obeying orders as he always does, San gained access to the dashboard that had a lot of different machines plugged into it in order to operate everything. There was one empty slot, a small circular one in the corner that was perfect.

He pulled out a small device that would slip perfectly into the small opening. It was hollow and razor thin, so if anything was plugged into the hole, it would operate perfectly. There would be no way to detect that he had planted a device to hack into their system.

Once it was in place, San returned everything to its previous position and hurried out of the cage.

Chaos was still happening all around him. Everyone was stumbling around trying to get the electricity turned back on.

Since he could see, San was able to weave his way through the jumble of people and get outside right as the power was returned.

Well done. You have served us well. Thank you San.