The day felt like a haze. The step siblings enjoying each other's presence more than they had anticipated.

They laughed and talked and ate and talked some more. Their hands interlocked for almost most of the trip. San would occasionally pull back his hand to grab his food from the vendor or jog to a trash can and throw something out.

And each time, Wooyoung felt a cold chill swallow him while at the loss of warmth from San's soft palm. That feeling would quickly disappear though when the older would return by his side and unconsciously takes his hand once again.

It felt like a date. And they both knew it. But.. they didn't mind. Wooyoung didn't mind feeding him bites of his food as they walked. And San didn't mind happily accepting the food. His enthusiasm causing Wooyoung to smile as well.

To say that was the most fun they'd had in ever would be an understatement. Wooyoung spots that they were approaching a public bathroom so he quickly finishes the last of his beef kabob then turns to San, face still stuffed with the meat. "I rearry need to ush to bafroom" He mumbles through a mouth full of food.

San couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked then he nods, gently and reluctantly releasing his hold on Wooyoung's hand. "Ok yeah. Hurry" He ushers.

Wooyoung playfully nudges his side then hurries off, leaving Sam standing a few feet away from the small building specifically meant for the washrooms. He releases a long sigh, running his hand through his hair and staring off into the crowd of people that walked absentmindedly past him.

In that few moments of being alone with his thoughts he began thinking about what he really was going to do with whatever is going between himself and Wooyoung.

No matter what angle he tried looking at it he just didn't see it ending well. Wooyoung's mom was fortunately at work so they were able to sneak off to that street market but how long would they keep having to sneak off just to meet?

It was safe to say he's in love in Wooyoung. He was sure of it. The way his heart would squeeze whenever Wooyoung smiled at him. His stomach flutter whenever their skins touched. His knees would buckle at just the simple thought of kissing him.

He didn't want things to end between them especially seeing as it had just barely started, but he was starting to think-

Bzz. Buzz. His phone vibrates in his jeans pocket, indicating a new text and interrupting his train of thought. His brow furrows as he takes out the device. Upon seeing the contact and the text he wasn't exactly sure how to react.

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Unknown

Unknown:
I know your secret

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San blinks at the random text. The vague sentence just stared back. Mocking him. Without thinking much of it and also dismissing it as some scammer trying to get him to give out his bank information for some reason or another, he types up a reply.

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Unknown

San:
Who are you? I think you've got the wrong number

Unknown:
No
Choi San. Yes?
Age 19. Went to Cheongna Dalton School
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....Currently on a date with his step brother :)
(Photo)

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San felt his blood turn cold. His heart rate picked up speed. The photo attached was of him and Wooyoung walking down the market earlier that day, hands held and laughing at something.. unaware that someone had been following them.

Another photo follows soon after and it was one of San standing against the wall, head dipped down and staring in shock at his phone. A photo that must have been taken a few a seconds ago. San quickly snaps his head up, eyes searching the crowd but there was just too many people. It could be anyone.

Out of panic, he rushes inside the building where the washrooms were. His heart still thumping loudly in his ears. What the fuck? His eyes were the size of saucers and his skin was pale. His phone buzzes again. This time he slowly and hesitantly opens up the text.

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Unknown

Unknown:
Don't run off little mountain :(
I was just about to get to the good part

San:
Wtf is this
Who are you? I'm taking this to the police this is harassment

Unknown:
Taking what to the police?
Don't be stupid
Oh maybe while you're there you can explain to them why you're fucking your brother
(Audio clip)
0:00 ⏮ ▶️ ⏭ 1:26

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San clicked the audio, took it down as low as he could then brought it up to his ear since he had no ear phones on him. The sound of Wooyoung's moans rings through the device and he also hear his own grunts. "Ah.. ah.. S-san.. fuck. Faster..!" Wooyoung's lewd voice travels through the speaker. The sound of rough slapping of skin against skin causes San to quickly bring the phone down from his ears. He'd heard enough.

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Unknown
Don't worry. I just bugged Wooyoung's clothes with a mic
Was quite easy actually, seeing as that slut opens his legs for anything and everything that wants to fuck him :)

San:
What do you want?

Unknown:
Ah you're finally ready to get to the main dish?

San:
Stop fucking around. I'm serious. Whatever you want just tell me I'll do it. But just make sure no one knows about us

Unknown:
...
I want you to look him in the eye, rip his heart out and stomp on it.
That's all ;)

San:
What?

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San was confused. He didn't have time to dwell on it long because Wooyoung comes skipping out of the men's washroom, a bright smile stretching on his lips upon seeing San waiting inside. "Hey, got tired of waiting outside?" He asks with a cute pout as he makes his way towards the taller, sneaking a soft peck on his lips.

The area was empty so Wooyoung decided to go for it. Though the reaction was something he didn't expect. San looks back at him with a forced smile, his skin still pale. His usual warm brown eyes were now a liquid black. Something's off, Wooyoung concludes.

"You ok?" He steps back slightly, brows now furrowed showing concern.

San was quick to nod. "I'm fine" He chirps, voice cracking slightly. He had no idea who was the stalking them but he one thing for sure. They're for real. And he knew there would be consequences if he told Wooyoung so he kept it to himself until he could at least figure out how to shake the creep off.

"You ready to go?" He'd already began turning to exit the dimly lit space. Wooyoung doesn't say anything and just follows him, quickly slipping his hand back in San's and giving him a small squeeze.

The rest of the afternoon goes by and Wooyoung could tell that obviously something was wrong. San's entire aura had completely shifted. He seemed shaken up about something but everytime Wooyoung asked what was bothering him the taller male would just smile and say he was ok.

Bullshit.

San himself was too occupied with knowing that someone was following them at that moment. Watching them. Possibly taking more photos. It caused a chill to run down his spine. He needed to get out of there.

The fact that San seemed so out of it also rubbed off on Wooyoung and he too felt his mood decline. He didn't want to be there anymore.

"Can we just go home now?" Wooyoung mumbles out, a small frown on his lips. San looks at him with a surprised look on but deep down he was glad Wooyoung had suggested that.

"You sure? It's only 5"

"Well I'd hoped we could stay longer but you've cleary got something on your mind so let's just leave. I don't care anyways" Wooyoung says bitterly as he turns to the exit. San looks at him with a bewildered expression then he jogs to catch up with him.

"Hey, hey don't be like that. It's nothing. Just something with uni came up. That's it" San says reassuringly but Wooyoung continued his pace through the crowd while San followed hopelessly.

The bus ride home was unexplainably quiet. San's mind was fogged with the thought of who that person was. And what exactly did they want. They mentioned wanting him to 'rip Wooyoung's heart out and stomp on it' but San wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that. And why?

Meanwhile Wooyoung was just silently sulking. He knew he might've been a tad bit childish but he just didn't understand why San was keeping things from him. He said it's ok but I don't believe him.

They arrive home and they meet San's dad. Since he was cleary oblivious to the fact that both males were supposed to be separated he simply greets them and offers them some of the pasta he'd made for dinner.

Wooyoung, wanting things to go back to normal because he didn't like how weird the bus ride was, beams happily at his step dad and goes to grab a plate. "I'll have some"

Before he could even turn around San had already disappeared down the hallway and into his room. The sound of his door sliding shut echoes down the dark pathway.

"Is he ok?" San's dad asks from his spot on the dining table, fork held loosely in his hand.

"I don't know" Wooyoung responds, a small frown on his lips and a down hearted expression on his face as he lazily opens the lid of the pan.

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Now who tf.. 🥸