panic

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San pulled away from the hug when Wooyoung had calmed down a little, only a couple of sniffles leaving his mouth now and then. He looked at Wooyoung, wiping the rest of the tears away and smiled at him. The other looked at San's purple eyes, feeling a little better because he comforted him.

"I uh, have something I need to do real quick." San suddenly voiced, standing up from the bed and walking to the door. "It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours." He said with uncertainty in his voice.

"Where are you going?" Wooyoung tilted his head cutely, almost making San coo at him, but he withdrew the feeling and coughed.

"Just somewhere." San smiled, taking Wooyoung's hand and kissing his knuckles with a soft peck. "And please, don't even try to move, you'll reopen your wound if you do that." He warned the younger, Wooyoung responding with a pout but he nodded nevertheless.

He watched as San left the room, opening and closing the front door, signalling that he had left the house. Sighing, he positioned himself so he could take a little nap while he waited for San to come back, and soon, he found himself drifting back to sleep

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A huge sound from the front door had Wooyoung flinch and snap awake instantly. The room was dark, sun already gone from sight. While his eyes tried to adjust to the intense darkness in the room, the banging on the front door grew more intense. San promised to be back in a couple of hour right? Why wasn't he back?

Wooyoung tried sitting up, surprising himself because his shoulder wasn't even hurting that much anymore. But something gained his attention away from his shoulder, his back. "My back?" He tilted his head in confusion, touching his lower back with the palm of his hand. It hurt, a lot.

But he didn't have time to think about that right now because the banging had stopped suddenly, the loud crash of the wooden front door opening making him scared. Wooyoung gathered up all his courage, standing up and making his way to lock the door of his room.

Was it San?

No, it can't be.

Wooyoung gulped, his body sliding down against the door to the floor. "S- San?" He called quietly, praying that he had come back. "Is that you, San?" He repeated his question.

He didn't get a response, indicating that it was not San who broke into the house. Wooyoung was shaking, scared of what was about to happen to him, again. Was he going to hurt himself, again? Was it maybe his crazy mother who came to check if he was dead?

"Shit.." Wooyoung cursed under his breath, hearing the unknown footsteps in the hallway, getting closer to his room. "Please leave me alone.." He whispered to himself.

Frantically looking for a place to hide, Wooyoung saw the closet in the corner of the room, making his way there and hiding himself in the small closet, hissing to himself because of the pain on his shoulder. "Fuck, the wound." He cursed with a whimper.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts for a second. But the silence didn't last for long since the door to his bedroom was opened with force, a pair of footsteps moving inside the room in look for Wooyoung. He let out a little gasp, clasping the palm of his hand on his mouth to silence himself.

The unfamiliar voice of the man made its way to Wooyoung's ears. "I know you're in here." He could almost see the forming smirk on the unknown man's face. "Did you hide inside the closet?" The man chuckled, stepping closer to the closet Wooyoung was in.

Of course luck was not on his side, the door flinging open and his fragile body being thrown out of the closet with so much force that his head hit the bed frame on accident. Wooyoung blinked slowly, looking at the dark figure in front of him who kneeled in front of him and stared at Wooyoung with a wicked smile on his face.

"Are you the one I'm supposed to take with me?" The man laughed, looking at Wooyoung's pitiful figure, blood falling down his forehead once again. "Are you the one, hmm?" He mocked, grabbing a bunch on Wooyoung's hair in his grasp. "You definitely feel like you're the one I'm looking for." He rolled his eyes and let go of Wooyoung's hair.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Wooyoung whispered, loud enough for the man to hear him. "And why am I so important to you?"

The figure scoffed, standing up. "You're not important to me, but to someone else." He mocked Wooyoung again. "I don't really care if you're the one, you're starting to irritate me, so I might as well have a little fun with ya." He laughed.

Wooyoung stared at the crazy man, sweat and blood dripping down his forehead, hitting the ground and painting the floor red. "What... what's going to happen to me?" He let out a question he had been holding.

The man only smirked and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Wooyoung was obviously not a person in his eyes, he was trash, nothing. A pile of flesh ready to be torn apart with force.

"I'm going to make you wish you were dead."