San wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He wasn't sure if whoever was texting him was just bluffing or if they were being for real about outing him and Wooyoung.

No, they seemed like the real deal. Those picture they sent clearly showing that they were following the boys. Then the recording of when they were... San was sure of one thing they had the evidence but how far are they willing to go to get what they want.

What do they even want? And suppose San did comply who's to say they won't continue to hold this over his head forever. Blackmailing him.

It made him angry just thinking about it. He didn't want Wooyoung to be roped into any of this. He doesn't deserve it.

He sat on his bed and stared at the black screen of the phone in his hands. After what felt like an eternity he opens up the device and flew to his texts.

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

San:
What?

Unknown:
It should be easy for you
Considering how he's a selfish piece of shit that only cares about himself

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San stared at the new text from the mysterious creep, his brows dipped and he bit his bottom lip. Hard.

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San:
Just shut up about him will you
You don't know anything about him so just leave him out of this
What do you want for real ? I'm being serious here
Name your price and leave me alone

Unknown:
I am being serious
I don't want your money
I want Wooyoung to feel hurt so bad even death sounds merciful

San:
Wtf are you saying?
You want him to kill himself? Are you hearing yourself right now??

Unknown:
Well..
I mean if he did I wouldn't be mad :)
But just hurting him will have to suffice for now

San:
I won't do it
Fuck off

Unknown
58x xxx xxx2
That's your dad's phone number right?
What if I were to accidentally send that audio from earlier...

San:
Wait

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San cursed outloud, pulling his hair slightly and tossing his phone to the side, on the bed. He stood up and paced the room for a few seconds, repeatedly running his hand over his face.

He hears his phone vibrate again indicating a new text. What do I do? What do I do? He anxiously bit his bottom lip the finally made a decision.

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Unknown:
Tic tic tic 🕒

San:
What do I have to do?

Unknown:
That's the spirit!
Let's start small
Treat him coldly, ignore him, make it seem like you're angry at him
It shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary seeing as mommy dearest had already forbade you both from even being in the same room alone

San:
This isn't gonna work
He's smart he'll know something's up

Unknown:
Ahh you give him too much credit :/
Plus I'm sure you'll put on a hell of a show
As a reward I'll let you in on a secret later. Something that'll make all of this worth it
Something that only Wooyoung and I know about :D
Although he doesn't know that I know

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San sits up straighter on his bed. His brows knitted together at the ominous message. Something that'll make all this worth it?

He didn't have time to process the text, forget about typing up a response, when a knock in his door startles him. "San? Can I come in?" His father's gruff voice calls through the phone.

San immediately turned off his phone out of instinct. "Y-yeah sure" His voice cracks a little but he clears his throat in recovery. His dad slowly swings the door open, a soft smile on his lips. One that caused a warmth to fill him up and suddenly all his fear slowly dissipated. He felt safe. It'd been a while since he'd had a proper conversation with his dad.

"Hey bud, what's up with you?" His dad speaks so softly as he steps in the room and slowly shuts the door behind him.

San returns the smile with his own half smile, a single dimple making an appearance. "I'm ok. What about you? How's work?"

His dad shrugs a playful smile developing. "Could be better" He leans on the door, his dark hair tousled back. A deeper dimple than San's can be seen on both his cheeks. A feature San was sure he passed onto him. "Is everything alright though?" His playful tone taking a turn.

San cocks his head to the side in slight confusion. "What do you mean?" He stuffs his phone in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Well you came home and seemed a little off? Wooyoung also doesn't seem like himself. I know I'm never around lately but I do still care about you both. If there's anything, anything at all, just come to me. I'm all ears"

San couldn't help the gentle smile that forms on his lips. "I know. Thanks dad but we're ok. Just tired after a long day of walking is all". With the way his father watched him with a tender look in his deep brown eyes, he almost wanted to give him a hug. A hug more for himself than anything else because at that moment a hug is exactly what he needed.

San's dad looks at him for a few seconds longer before nodding in agreement. "Alright. I'll take your word for it" He pushes himself off the door and releases a small sigh.

"Also you should really open up a window it is hot as hell in here" He returns to his lighthearted tone, one that causes San to chuckle.

"Ok ok" he stands up to push open the only window in his room. Though it was just past 7pm the sky was still a tranquil amber.

"That's better. Talk later then, got some work to do" He waves little as he pulls the door open.

"Yeah later" San mumbles back just as he leaves.

It was at that moment he realized just how much his father meant to him. He couldn't imagine losing him too. Even if it isn't literally. He'd always put his dad's happiness first in every decision he'd made. And so far, sneaking around and sleeping with his step brother was probably the first time he thought selfishly.

He now understood what he had to do. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and wraps his hand around the warm device that is his cellphone.

The next few days went by extra slowly. And moving around the house felt like a walking in a ghost town. The tension was unreal.

And Wooyoung couldn't even understand why. San was avoiding him again and he really couldn't understand why. At first he thought it was all a little tease. One of those ridiculous pranks he saw on YouTube: ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours. But he soon found out that that wasn't the case. 24 hours had gone. Then 48. Then 72. Soon it was almost a week and he was still not talking to him.

San would be in the living room with his dad and once Wooyoung came in the room he would immediately get up to leave. This had happened on multiple occasions. And Wooyoung felt his eyes sting with tears each time. Though he would just brush it off and pay no mind to it.

Of course it hurt. He was being punished for something he had no idea of. He tried texting the older too but it was to no avail. He never opened the texts.

It wasn't any easier for San. All he wanted was to cuddle into Wooyoung's side like he used to but ending whatever they had going on just seemed like the better option. The pros far out weighed the cons. With his father's happiness on the line along with the fact that Wooyoung's mother knows about them, plus the fact that San had been planning to move out of Seoul after the summer. It just wouldn't work out. They wouldn't work out.

Yeah it's a shitty way to end things but it has to be done.

San's dad had stepped out for a short errand and they were finally alone in the house. The second the front door closed Wooyoung rushed out from his room and into the living room where he knew San would be.

The older tenses a little at his presence but doesn't say anything. Wooyoung stands in front of him as San sat relaxed on the couch. Wooyoung doesn't say anything either and San looks up at him, a little irritated. "What?"

"What?" Wooyoung repeats in disbelief. "You ignore me for a week and when we finally talk it's just a 'what?'. What the hell?"

San just releases a long sigh. "Wooyoung.."

"Listen to me, I'm sorry ok?" Wooyoung cuts him off, he shoves a peice of his dark hair behind his ear. San could now properly see his expression and see how genuinely upset he is. "I don't know what the fuck I did but I'm sorry" He voice cracks a little and San could tell he was holding back tears.

How he wanted to pull the boy into his arms and kiss away those tears. He wanted to hold him on both sides of his face and tell him that everything is ok. That there was nothing to worry about.

All that want was quickly diminished when thoughts of what was at stake comes back to mind.

Though it'd been days since he got a text from the stranger he still knew they were watching him some how. They mentioned that they had bugged Wooyoung's clothes but he hadn't really had the chance to go rummaging through the younger's closet in search of a mic which may or may not even still be there.

He stands up, not even having the voice to say anything nor the strength to look Wooyoung in the eyes any longer.

As he tries to make his way around the shorter, Wooyoung immediately holds him back. "I'm talking to you! Can you say something!" His voice comes out louder than he intended it to. But he couldn't help it. He was frustrated.

"What do you want me to say Wooyoung?!" San returns the energy, pulling his arm back.

"Something! Anything! Shit, what the fuck did I do?" Tears pool at his eyes and were threatening to fall. "Tell me what I did so I can fix it San. Please tell me!" He swallows, his voice becoming smaller now. "I want to fix it so bad"

San felt his heart shake seeing Wooyoung so hurt. His chest tightens when the tears finally and slowly slide down his rosy cheeks. He clenches his jaw and draws his gaze to the ground. "There's.. nothing to fix. We have to stop.. whatever was going between us. It's gotten too far and you know it"

Wooyoung just looks at him with a bewildered expression. "W-what?" His voice cracks.

"It wasn't supposed to get this.. intimate. It was just meant to be surface level stuff. But now we're going on dates.. and.. and holding hands I just- we need to stop" He says in a quiet voice.

"That's what this is about? If you want to stop doing stuff like that we can stop. You don't have to completely cut me off-"

"You don't understand" San starts again, briefly running his hand through his hair in a frustrated sigh. "We need to stop everything completely"

Wooyoung wasn't sure what to say. "Where's all of this even coming from?" He asks in a small voice.

"I don't know"

"It's my mom isn't it? She said something to you. I swear to go-"

"She didn't say anything. But she's part of the reason why we need to stop. We're family. Don't you see that there's no world where we would work out?"

Wooyoung couldn't explain it but it felt like a break up. They weren't even technically dating to begin with but it certainly felt like he was breaking up with him. The house was so quiet they could hear the small ticking of the wall clock from the kitchen.

"So that's it then?" Wooyoung shrugs, a bitter smile on his cracked lips. "Did the sex get boring? Was it embarrassing walking around and holding hands with one of Seoul's biggest whores. Is that it? Because if I recall you were the one constantly pushing to have sex weeks ago. Now that you've had you're fun you're done? You've used me up and now you're bored" He wipes at his cheeks, even though fresh tears were beading on his waterline.

"That's not-"

"No it's true isn't it? There's only so many times you can fuck a slut before the magic wears off. I bet now you think about fucking me and your skin starts to crawl. I'm putrid to you isn't that right?"

"Wooyou-"

"Just say it! Say I'm disgusting! Say the real fucking reason you've been acting like a dick!" He's angry now.

San felt a balloon. And each word Wooyoung said felt like he was pumping him with air. But there's only so much air you can pump into a balloon before it pops.

And San popped. Hard.

"Oh for Christ's sake this isn't about you! Fuck! You always degrade yourself and expect people to give you pity points. "Oh I'm a slut" "I'm disgusting" this and that. What do you want me to say? I don't know what the fuck you went through because you always keep it locked up. But if that's what you want to hear then fine. Yes you're a fucking disgusting slut and I feel repulsed by you"

Lies.

"Whenever you enter the room I want to throw up." More lies. "Whenever you talk to me I feel sick to my stomach. And don't even get me started on when he fuck" Lies. Lies. Lies.

"There are you happy?" He finishes.

Wooyoung could hardly breathe. His head spun and he felt like he had shards of glass stuck in his throat. He needed to get out of there. Now.

He immediately ran out of the living room and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and leaning on the closed door. His chest rapidly rose and fell as he struggled to control his breathing. Tears fell and he clenches his hands in a tight fist, digging his nails into his palm.

He sinks to the floor as San's words kept replaying on his head. Over and over and over again. And Wooyoung cried. Harder than he'd done in so long. His grabs in hair in frustration. "Not again.. not again.." He chants under his hard cries. He felt like he was going to be sick as so many memories he'd managed to bury slowly begin to resurface up again.

So many monsters in the closet he'd tried to keep locked up were now breaking free. His cries echoes in the bathroom and he squeezed his eyes shut desperate for the pain to go away. But it didn't go away.

San stood in the middle of the living room. Completely in shock at what he'd just said. He felt he wasn't even the one talking. Like someone had taken over his body said all those.. horrible things.

"Shit" He too felt his eyes well up on tears. "What did I just do?" His hands shook by his side. "I d-didn't mean that. I-"

His phone buzzes in his hoodie pocket and he at first doesn't notice it until it buzzes again. Then he pulls it out and saw it was a text from the unknown number again.

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Unknown number

Unknown:
Holy shit lol
That was harsh o-o
Although I won't lie to you, listening to it was entertaining as hell
Hearing him cry like a bitch right now has made my entire year
Well done. You put on quite the show ;)

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San felt his breathing slowly become more laboured and his knees buckle. He collapses to the floor with a thud and the tears fell. What the fuck have I done?

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I'm so evil wtf 😭 but I can't help it I live for the drama