Cold nights were his favorite.

Those nights when the wind would play with their hair and the bright moon would shine on them. Leaves dancing along the side of the empty streets made it feel majestic while walking.

Two lovers walk down that empty street, side by side as they stayed close to one another. The taller of the two having silver hair, an undercut underneath. A leather jacket and rip jeans, along with a belt and a chain around his neck. Piercings along his ears and one on his brow, some eyeliner and makeup to finish the look. Rings covered his slender fingers, and a cigarette in between the first two.

The slightly smaller of the two had back hair, with red highlights going through it. A leather jacket along with ripped jeans as well. A small necklace around his neck, a few rings, and piercings along his ears finishing the look.

One of the two walking held the other by the waist, close as possible to his side. The smallers arm around the others neck, feeling warm as he looked up at the taller.

The smoke coming from his mouth wasn't from the cold, but that didn't matter to him as he was in love with the other. The silver hair, the smile that he would see on rare occasions, the dimples and the caring personality made him weak to his knees. Oh, how whipped he was.

"San, how about we go back to my place hm?" One whispers in a husky voice all the sudden as they keep walking, tightening his hold on the others waist as he looked down at him.

"What would we do there?" San whispered back as he looked up into the others brown orbs.

"You know..." the other whispered seductively as he leaned in. "Things."

"What type of things Wooyoung?" Wooyoung could feel the warm breath touch his lips.

"Maybe grab some drinks...a movie...lay you down afterwards..." Wooyoung trailed off as got lost looking at San.

"I'd like that." San whispered in a low, mischievous voice as he gave a small smirk.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for." Wooyoung's husky voice rang through San's ears, and they both walked into the direction of Wooyoungs place.

Once they were close, the first thing they saw a car parked in front. San raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Wooyoung, the other had his eyebrows furrowed.

Wooyoung walked straight up to the house, San following closely behind.

San suspected a brother or sisters of Wooyoung's, or a close relative, instead he got 3 men, angry looking men.

"The hell? Who are you guys?" Wooyoung yelled as they were drinking some beer, his beer.

"We got business, Jung Wooyoung?" One asked as he stood up from his sitting position on the couch, his couch.

"That's me asshole, now what do you want?" Wooyoung was on the very edge as of right now, and even San knew it. He caught eyes with one of the men in front of them, and glared in hatred.

"Oh look at that fellas, he's got a little kitten." One joked as he gestured towards San, and Wooyoung became defensive as he realized what they were talking about.

"I'd like to play with that." Another joked.

San was taken back, and was disgusted by the statement as he made a face.

"Filthy bastard I dare you too say that again." Wooyoung was about to lose it by now, clenching his first until his knuckles turned white. That single statement about his lover made him lose it, nobody talks about his lover like that. Mark his words, nobody.

"You heard me! I said I'd fuck your bitch!" The other yelled, and Wooyoung lost it as he ran up and punched the man unexpectedly.

Another tried to stop Wooyoung, but San ran up to him and jumped onto his back while yelling.

"Don't touch my fucking boyfriend!"

He grabbed the mans neck and the man staggered back while choking. The third of the man grabbed Wooyoung, and threw him off the other. Wooyoung landed on the ground, but quickly scrambled back up as he was surrounded by 2 of the men.

One of them had a bloody nose and black eye already from Wooyoungs harsh punches, and Wooyoung now could feel his whole hand pounding in pain. One of the men ran towards Wooyoung as he raised a fist, luckily Wooyoung was quick and dodged him as he kicked him, making him fall. The other cane staggering, almost passed out, which took an easy shot for Wooyoung. He grabbed the man and punched him, but the other was quick to grab his hand, weakly.

On the other hand, San was struggling to hold onto this man. He was then backed into a wall harshly, and the breath was knocked out of him as he fell to his knees. Be breathed in and out aggressively for air, but was grabbed by the hair and flung to the floor. He gave a grunt as his face hit the hard floor. He was then flipped onto his back, and tried to fight the other, but failed as the man grabbed him roughly by the chin.

The grip made San almost cry, it hurt so much. The pressure on top of him wasn't helping either, he couldn't breath for all he knew.

"Your cute ya know that?" The man said in a seductive voice, and then smirked as he pulled out a pocket knife, flipping out the knife. This made San struggle even more as he saw the sharp tip. "But you gotta filthy mouth and a bad attitude." He said lowly.

The knife was brought close to San's face, his lips and cheek to be exact, which made San jerk his head to the left. He felt the knife touch his cheek, and opened his mouth as he made a shrilling scream at the top of his lungs as he felt the knife dig into his skin.

Wooyoung heard this scream, and this made his anger and concerns raise in measures. He used all his strength and force to punch the man as hard as he could, his hand and his fist colliding with his face so roughly he swore heard a crack.

He then ran to where the scream came from, and entered the living room to see San underneath a man, blood running down his cheek slowly. Eyes full of pain and distress as he looked up at Wooyoung.

"You. filthy. Bastard." Wooyoung said through gritted teeth, and the man only smirked as he threw the knife away and pushed San away.

They then ran at each other and both went at it, punches flying from everywhere. San finally caught his breath, and looked up to see the mans bloody face, and Wooyoungs bloody face as well. He gritted his teeth in anger, and then looked over to see the knife.

He grasped the knife and ran over to the man, stabbing the knife into the mans shoulder, getting a shrill scream in return. Of course, the knife was small, and couldn't kill the man, but it was painful.

The man jerked around as he harshly hit San with his arm, making the male fall to the floor from the impact. Wooyoung then quickly kicked the man as he watched him fall over, the man coughing now.

"I suggest you leave before I rip your hair out of your hallow head." Wooyoung breathes out aggressively as he stands guard over his hurt lover. San was barely on all fours, his knees barely supporting him as he tried to get up, he was weak though. He could feel blood gushing out of his nose and cheek, and could feel it in his mouth as it ran down the side of his lip. He curses under his breath.

"This isn't over." The man cried out as he ran off, limping as he grasped his injured shoulder. The other men following closely behind, the passed out one on the others shoulder.

Once they were gone, Wooyoung fell to his lovers side in concern.

"San, Hey baby are you okay? Come on." Wooyoung helped his lover up, wrapping an arm around the others waist as San's arm wrapped around his neck.

San stood weakly, his lungs now burned from the shortening of air. Wooyoung led them both to the bedroom, and sat San down gently, before scurrying off into the bathroom for the first aid.

He came back, taking care of San's bloody cheek and nose. Wiping away all the access wounds, San began to aid his. San noticed all the bruises and cuts that would be visual by tomorrow, and gave a low chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Wooyoung asked as he raised his eyebrow in confusion form the sudden laugh.

"Nothing, its just that....you sorta went overboard." San said with a small smile while dabbing alcohol on a small cut on Wooyoungs nose.

"Overboard? They said- well- you heard what that bastard said." Wooyoung muttered under his breath.

"Jealous much?" San joked as he put small bandaid on the boys cheek.

"Your mine. How could I not? What they said was unacceptable." Wooyoung growled, and held San's small wrist as he brung it to his lips. He gave it a small kiss, kissing up his arm slowly. San closed his eyes slowly as he felt the lips connect with his neck, and gave a low groan.

Wooyoung laid him back on his back as he hovered over him, placing kisses on his jaw, to his cheek, to his plump lips that tasted like heaven. They shared an intense kiss, and pulled away as they gasped for air.

"We didn't even get to the movie part." San breathed out with a drunken smile, lips glossy and eye lids half closed. Wooyoung lost his breath and sanity at the sight.

"Who cares- who needs a movie when you look like this." Wooyoung whispered as he collided their lips again into a heated make out session.

The night got heated from there, forgetting about the fight and differences, the dangers and enemies as they lost themselves in each other's scent and body. The hands of one exploring the other, creating connection between them and the heat became so much it was addicting and desperation filled the air. Needy hands went into soft locks, and scratched the back of the muscles that were being flexed as they moved along with rhythm. Noises from the smaller filled the room as pleasure was served and the needy hands dug into the muscles in pain and want, as if in heat. They both reached their climaxes of love making, and shared a deep, passionate kiss in the end.

In that particular end, they both lay together, peacefully as they held one another in each other's arms. So close that they shared air and the air in the room changed from a heated one, to a soft one. It was all delicate in their hearts as they laid side by side, heart to heart they shared love.

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