A Glimpse of Mercy
Summary: The boy you once knew from your small town has changed. But has he really change from his past? Or did he hide everything from you since the beginning?
Pairing: yandere!san x reader
Warnings: yandere behaviour obvi, obsessive behavior, graphic description, dark themes, cursing
Word count: 10.8k
A/N: umm hi? pls forgive me for not updating in a WHILE. i didn't forget about this acc i promise, just had a lot of stuff going on and ofc i still love our boys <3 hope y'all like this long ass oneshot, pray for the hongjoong one to finish quickly as well :' thx u for everyone for the support and comments while im away
Tags: @starillusion13 @cqndiedcherries @wooyoungjpg @miriamxsworld (comment below if u want to be in the permanent tags!)
The cold gush of wind hits you like a ton of bricks as you exited your school, shivering as you tried to keep yourself warm by hugging yourself. You eyed the numerous students chattering away with their friends, making you look around to search for your friend in the midst of the unknown faces.
When you spotted your friend, Iseul, near the entrance gate, you slowly walked towards her before stopping yourself. You smirked when you noticed the tall boy she's been talking for the past few months, quickly snapping a photo before walking away, wanting to not disturb their moment.
You sighed when you walked quietly to where you parked your bike, buying bungeoppang near the market before eating it as you observe the quiet atmosphere. Your small town just outside of the city was nothing special nor exciting, that's why almost everyone moved out when they can. A few stayed as to live with their family, but only a few instances such as yourself, living with your mother and aunt.
Iseul wants to get out of this 'shit hole' as she deems when she graduates high school, already applying for a scholarship. You on the other hand, can't even imagine yourself in the future on what you could possibly do. Your mother never went to the city, only working as a farmer. Your aunt did go, going to university to get a degree yet she can't even get any work after graduating, getting paid as a bartender before she quits to help your mother.
Deep down, you're scared of failure. Your whole life you're only a mediocre student, good yet not astounding grades and not having a big social circle like Iseul. You can't imagine going to the city to actually live there for a few years just to be met with failure when you can't even get a job, thus making you move back to your old town.
That sounds like a nightmare.
Forcing yourself out of the bad thoughts, you jogged to where your bike is, before stopping yourself when you notice the broken chain. You groan loudly, looking around to find the culprit only to find no one standing near you.
You placed the half eaten bungeoppang inside your bag, assessing the broken chain as you tried to think on what to do. This bike was your only transportation. Sure, you could use the bus but you're already so low on money that you'd rather risk walking by foot to school everyday.
You sighed, perking up at the sound of the bus stopping near you, the temptation of going home and leaving the old bike here is already growing. But you squashed that feeling when you remembered that it's your mother's bike.
The sound of quiet footsteps reached your ears, you glancing back before making eye contact with a boy. He seems startled, quickly moving around before walking back the opposite of you. He's around your age, maybe he knows one or two things about how to fix the bike.
"Hey, school boy! Can you help me?"
The boy stopped in his tracks while you wait for him to do anything. Thankfully, he walks back to where you're crouching, eyes downcast as he moved the plastic bag containing...oranges? To his other hand.
The boy seems familiar, his uniform shows that he's another student from a school nearby yours. The red scarf hides almost half of his face, only his sharp cat like eyes showing to you.
"Can you help me?" You asked, noting how the boy's ears turned slightly red before shaking his head. You sighed, standing up as you looked at the bike with frustrated eyes. You glanced at boy once more, finding him staring the broken chain a bit too hard. You look away, hiding the amused smile growing on your face.
"âfix it."
"Eh?" You asked, not hearing what he said clearly. "What did you say?"
"I think I can fix it."
"Thank you for your help," You say as the both of you walked side by side, your bike now temporarily fixed. "I can't imagine leaving the bike there on its own. I mean, it's my mom's bike after all but still! It's really old and I think we should buy another one...maybe."
You secretly glanced at the boy, not sensing any noise of acknowledgement or any head nod towards what you've just said. You pursed your lips, softly nudging his shoulder with yours. "You don't want to talk to me, huh?"
The boy's eyes only widens slightly, before looking down. You huff playfully before you remembered you haven't even asked his name. "Hey, what's your name? My name is (name)!"
You waited for any response from him, sighing in disappointment when he didn't say anything back. You stopped when you've reached your house, the boy stopping as well as he nervously looks back and forth between you and the house.
You're yelling internally deep down, wanting the awkward moment to end. Maybe the boy's too shy, and you feel bad for forcing him to talk when you just met him a few hours ago.
"Soo, thanks again. I'll just...go home now," You say as you slowly walk with your bike in tow, closing your eyes in embarrassment at the interaction. Hurried footsteps stopped you in your tracks, eyes widening when the boy placed one of the oranges inside your hand.
"San," He utters gently. "My name is San."
You smile softly at him, but before you could say anything, San walks away with hurried steps. "Nice to meet you, San! Thank you for helping me!" You scream loudly, giggling when you see San glancing back and forth at you.
When San disappeared from your sight, you continued your walk towards your house, the slight dirt from the orange makes you question as to why San even had dirty oranges in the first place.
Entering your house, you notice how quiet it is, your mother's slippers nowhere in sight nor your aunt's running shoes. You shrug to yourself before entering the kitchen, placing the singular orange near the fruit basket your mother received from her friend. Noticing the small note on top of an old takeout your aunt probably ordered two days ago, you assume that's going to be your dinner.
A normal occurrence in your household is your mother staying with her friends if she's not working, probably to talk and gossip. Your aunt is a different story though, you never know what exactly she's doing on her free time, and she never really told you either. So you kept quiet and let her be. She's an adult after all.
Heating up the food and eating it alone in the living room whilst watching TV was also a normal occurrence for you. You're used to it because ever since you're young, your mother rarely ate dinner. She doesn't really like eating anyways, especially inside a house that holds a reminder of her past.
Your aunt sometimes joined in, asking you here and there about school or maybe reminiscing about her old life in the city. Either way, it usually ends up with her drinking away her regrets.
You shivered, clicking your tongue when the kitchen window was slightly open. It's already getting dark, the only lights you see are the ones from the nearby house or you could say mansion, by how big it is compared to the other houses in town.
You remembered San walking towards the mansion's direction. Maybe he lives there? You never really see anyone besides two men, but you did overheard your mother one day about a woman supposedly living there.
Placing down your food on the small foldable table, you turned on the prehistoric TV that's probably already there before you're born. You didn't find anything interesting though, so you picked a random news channel before eating your food.
A few hours into eating, a small knock came from your front door, making you pause from peeling the orange San gave. You glanced at the clock, too early for your mother and aunt to come home. Plus they never knock anyway.
"Coming!" You yelled, slowly walking towards the entrance before opening the door slowly. Surprise is probably written all over your face when you see San standing there, his gaze flickers down when he notices you staring at him.
"San?" You questions. "A bit of a surprise visit, don't you think?"
"Sorry, IâUh, if you don't like me hereâ"
"Nonsense! What's up?"
His posture became tense, so you glanced down at the plastic bag he's holding tightly. A bit too tight in your opinion.
"I-I need a place to eat, my house..."
"Your house?"
"It's, um, not a good place to eat right now," San finishes, looking up towards where the big mansion is located.
Turns out you're right all along.
"Oh, you live there?"
"Yeah, but I can't stay there right now."
"Can I ask why? You don't have to answer me if you're not comfortable, of course," You gently added, not wanting San to feel pressured. He shrugs, shifting from one foot to another. "Just some stupid argument between my father and...my uncles."
You hum, glancing back at your house before finally deciding. "Yeah, sure, you could eat at my house." You hold back a smile when you notice San's slumped posture turned straight right away, as if he's not expecting you to say that. "R-Really? I can eat here?"
"Sure, but my house is a bit cramped because of junk. If you want, we could eat at the veranda. Not to brag or anything but the view is beautiful."
San lets out a small smile, tilting his head which made your heart squeeze at how cute he is. "Really? I never really notice."
"Meh, it's something," You shrug, opening the door wider, inviting San to follow you inside. "Come on, my food's getting cold."
San nods hesitantly, murmuring a small 'excuse me' before slipping out of his shoes before he just stands there, waiting for you to walk first. You giggle at him, showing him where the veranda is before excusing yourself to grab your food.
"Pretty, right?" You ask as you sat down besides him, looking out towards the view of the city. Your house is located a bit further than the city, your house shows the perfect view of the small number of lights the city shows. It's somewhat calming to you, mix that with the sounds of cicadas and you have the perfect night to just clear your mind.
"Yeah, it's calming."
You hum, glancing as San takes out a small container, pulling out a sandwich before eating it in silence. You followed suit, offering small bites of food to him when you notice he only brought his sandwich. "Did you make it yourself?"
"No, my...eomma made it."
Noticing the tense tone in his voice, you only hum in acknowledgement before continuing to eat. It's nice to have someone eating with you, the silence isn't uncomfortable, both of you appreciating each other's presence in silence. It's kinda funny to you that you're comfortable enough to invite a boy you just met a few hours ago. Then again, it's partially because your mother nor aunt is here to bother you.
"Thank you for letting me eat here," San quietly says, playing with his fingers nervously as he waits for your response.
"It's fine. I quiet like having someone here to eat with," You smile. "Plus, you're a good company. Well, better than my mother and aunt anyway."
"Really?" San sounds excited, before he coughs as he looks away, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Sorry! That sounds rude of meâ"
You laugh, patting his back in a friendly manner. "No, no, it's fine. I'm thinking the same thing as you."
You didn't notice how red his face is after you patted his back, but he did let out a small laugh, joining you before you both fell silent once again.
"Do you, uh, do you mind if I could eat here? Not always! Just when...home gets a bit too tiring," He asks, looking at you with hopeful eyes that it almost made you want to ask what exactly is going on in his house.
"Sure, but it's better if no one's here except me. My mother will deny any visitors this late at night while my aunt will just ask us about anything to annoy us."
San lets out a small laugh, which made you smile as you notice the dimple on his face. He really has a nice smile. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."
"How 'bout this," You say. "We exchange phone numbers, you'll text me if you have a situation, and we'll agree on where to meet up to eat together. Maybe we could eat somewhere else if my mother and aunt are here."
San nods enthusiastically, shyly grabbing his phone before you enter your phone number. "So, we got a deal?" You offer your hand to shake hands with him.
"Deal," He smiles, grabbing your hand gently before shaking it. Inside your mind, you hope whatever relationship you have with San will last longer than whatever you had in the past. Deep down, you want to have someone else besides Iseul to hangout with. But you've never had the chance, until now.
Fast forward a few months, you and San are still going with the promise. It's nice to have someone to talk too, even though San usually just sits there and listens to you. You felt bad to be the only one talking, since you mostly tell stories about your family and Iseul. San tells you that it's fine, he didn't mind one bit that you're the only one talking.
You did ask him once about his family. Yet the tense posture and tone made you realize just how uncomfortable San is on about his family. So you never asked about it to him again.
Turns out, you and San are in the same year, but he's in another school that's considered by your school the 'enemy'. Probably because of the football feud both of the school has. But you didn't mind, the feud is mostly contained to the football team.
Iseul asked you about San one day, claiming that there's a boy from another school that's been hanging out around the school recently. And she's shocked to see you know about the boy.
"Choi San? He's in our year? He looks younger though!"
"Yeah, that's what I first thought as well. But he claims he's in our year," You shrugged, playing with one of the dolls Iseul has on her bed.
"Mystery solved! I was wondering why he's wandering around our school anyways."
"What do you mean?" You curiously asked Iseul. So far you've never encountered San around your school, only bumped into him once when you're buying groceries after school.
"Well, Jihwan told me that he's been seeing a boy from the other school a few times. He thought the boy was in the football team but he's never seen him before."
You hum, thinking back from the conversations you had with San. "No, I don't think he plays football. He likes drawing, so I guess it's not his style."
"Ooo, an artist," Iseul cooed.
"Oh, shut up!" You whine, playfully shoving Iseul before each of you grabbed a pillow before proceeding to hit each other with it. It felt nice hanging out with Iseul again. Although you did feel a bit weird after coming here, like there's someone staring at you.
You dodged the pillow Iseul throws when you catch a glimpse of black moving outside of her window. You frown before walking closely to the window, opening it slightly to see nothing outside.
"Why? What's wrong?"
You turned back to her, already sensing her panic rising when her tone wavered from your hard stare. You quickly masked it with a smirk, not wanting Iseul to hyperventilate just from a shadow. "Ha! Did I get you? You're so easy to scare."
"Asshole!" She screeched before pouncing on you, tickling your sides as you tried move away from her grasp. The squealing laughter from Iseul made you not realize the snapping of a branch outside, nor the figure running away into the darkness.
"San? Is that you, boy?"
San flinched, slowly looking towards the source of the voice, finding a man sitting in the darkness. San noticed the red stains covering his shirt right away, the man slowly wiping a bloody knife clean.
"Yeah. It's me, appa."
"Where were you, huh? You made Seokjin all worried," The man pointed towards a closed room. But from the screams emanating inside the room, it's obvious his other father is inside with his...mother.
"Sorry. I was out helping a friend."
"A friend?" The man, Taecyeon, whistled with a smirk. "Don't tell me you've found a girl to fuck?"
San felt annoyance rising inside his body at how his appa talked about you, but he composed himself as he shakes his head. "No, a friend wanted me to help them with their homework." He lied through his teeth.
Another man, Byungho, typing away in the darkness, chuckles lowly as he blew a puff of his cigarette. "Yeah, whatever you say, kid. Go wash up, you don't have school tomorrow. We need to train for your first mission! How exciting is that?"
San nods as the two men laughs, Taecyeon ushering San away so they could start training. San ignores as the screaming intensifies, throwing his school bag carelessly as he huffs. He glances at the lone picture hanging on his wall.
Five men. One woman. One boy.
His appa is Taecyeon, the so called leader of the assassin group. The others? San only calls them as his uncles, even though he knows they're all not really related. Seems like almost all of them owes something to his appa, but they stick together throughout the years for some reason.
His eomma is a mystery. San notices very early how different they are. He has no similarities to his eomma nor appa. But that really didn't matter, he loves his eomma nonetheless. Yet the abuse she suffers everyday makes him wonder why she hasn't run away when she's usually all alone in the house when they're all busy.
His eomma only smiles tight when he ask her about this, changing the topic swiftly that it made San feel guilty. So he tries to be the good son that his eomma always dreams off.
"Sannie?"
San whips his head towards the now open door, his eomma hiding half of her face with it. But he always notice the blood and bruises anyway.
Always.
"Appa's already waiting for you. Why don't you go wash up so he doesn't get mad at you? Hm?"
"Okay, eomma."
San watches as the door slowly closes, making him sigh as he cracked his neck to ease the tension. He needs to be careful after almost getting caught by you. He's training as an assasin like his appa for God's sake! He can't even walk quietly without you noticing.
What a loser.
Maybe he does need the extra training his appa suggested. Sure, it could be useful for missions in the future. But what's most important is so that he could always be with you without you noticing.
"Hey, did you hear the news?"
You hum, doodling away on your notebook as your teacher excused himself to the toilet. "What news exactly?"
"You know Mr. Huang? The one who lost his child a few years ago?"
"Yeah, I know him."
"He's dead," Iseul whispers. "Like...murdered. Not because of some natural death, literal murder!"
You frown, looking at Iseul with concerned eyes. "Iseul, how do you even know that?"
She shrugs. "I heard from the lady next door. Said that police from even outside of the city came here because of how gruesome it is."
"Wow, that bad?"
"Real bad," She mumbles. "My dad told me to stay away from the area since apparently the government is handling it."
"Wait, what about his wife? Is sheâyou know, dead?"
Iseul thinks silently for a few seconds, before shaking her head. "Not that I know of. The lady did told my mom that Mrs. Huang survived the whole ordeal, but she hasn't woken up yet."
"Poor woman. Already losing a son and now her own husband," You grimaced at the thought.
Rumor has it, both Mr. And Mrs. Huang's son was kidnapped in an apparent ransom act. But when they paid the money, their son never came back to them. Some say he's dead, even Mr. Huang. But a few still holds hope that the boy is still alive to this day, and Mrs. Huang apparently still believes that.
People gossip about how her son's room stayed untouched for the past few years. How Mrs. Huang once went mad at her own friend when they entered the room without permission. Soon after, her mental health started declining, making her stay at home most of the time.
"âfrom your lover boy?"
"Huh?" You snapped out of your head. "What did you say?"
"I saidâhave you heard from lover boy?"
"Shut up, Iseul. And no, I haven't heard from him for the past few days."
"You really should just visit his house," Iseul remarks softly as Mr. Kim entered the classroom again. "Didn't you say his house's near you?"
You never really say this to Iseul, not even San. But you did once visit his house to ask for his whereabouts. The result? Only a blank stare from the woman who answered the door. Her makeup barely covers the bruises marking her face, making you realize why San didn't want you to find out what's happening inside his house.
"Yeah, maybe I'll go after school," You replied back, knowing deep down you're hesitant to even step onto his family's land ever again.
Biting into the juicy meat, you hum happily as you munch on the braised beef your mother cooked a few hours ago. Your aunt is watching TV, laughing away on some random game show you haven't heard off. Your mother ate silently across you, her eyes empty as usual before she softly coughs to get your attention.
"(Name)? Have you ever stepped foot to the Choi's residence?"
You stopped chewing, looking towards your mother where she holds a grimace. "Um, no. I've neverâ"
"Answer me truthfully, girl."
Sheesh, she's really mad. Your mother rarely says that to you, only when she meant serious business only.
"I have. But only once! After that, I've never went there again."
Your mother hums, her grimace gone, changed into a more somber expression. "From now on I forbid you to go there, okay?"
"Butâ"
"No buts," She glares at you. "I don't care what's happening inside of that house, but what I do care is about your well-being."
You huff. "Why are you like this anyway?"
"Something happened. A few police came to the house this afternoon asking about the certain people living there. Turns out it's about the case of Mr. Huang, they suspect the killerâor killersâ are living inside of that house right now."
Your eyes turned wide, mouth hanging open as your mother clicked her tongue before closing your mouth with her hand. "Don't do that. It's disgusting."
"Wait, hold onâwhat do you mean suspects? Are they suspecting everyone there?" You ask. Is this why San hadn't replied back to you?
She only shrugs. "As far as I know, the police are still investigating it. But...they have a strong evidence against the people living there."
"Strong evidence?"
"No clue. They didn't tell me anything again. What they did tell me though," Your mother paused her chewing as she thinks of her next words. "Is that whoever killed Mr. Huang was not only one person."
"A group then?"
Your mother shrugs. "Maybe. They're trying to find some of the stolen goods from his house, like jewelry and expensive items. And police started to search here when they got a tip from someone that one of Mr. Huang's expensive vases were found outside of the house."
God, this only made you more panicked as you tend to overthink about every little thing. San not replying to your texts, him disappearing for a few days. And apparently he's living with murderers? Then again, this should not surprise you ever since your first and last visit to the house.
"Go to sleep," Your mother tells you as she cleans the table. "You still have school tomorrow."
You can't even talk back to your mother, saying that tomorrow's Saturday, but you follow her order nonetheless. Too busy thinking about San in your head.
Entering your room, you softly closed the door only to be surprised by a hand covering your mouth. You scream loudly yet the person behind you shushed you gently. "Please, (name), be quiet."
San?
"San? What the fuck?" You whisper aggressively as he slowly drops the hand from your mouth. You gasp when you're met with the sight of him being bruised and bloody, his eyes tired as his posture turned from tense to weak.
"Oh myâwhat happened?!"
"Um, can I sit first? I don't think I can't stand much longer."
You quickly usher him to sit on a pillow you throw haphazardly on the floor, pointing at him with hard eyes as you open the door. "Wait here. Don't move. You need to answer questions first before you're off the hook."
He sheepishly smiles, giving you a thumbs up. "Sure, I'll wait here."
You exited your room quietly, walking slowly towards where your mother kept a small first aid kit near the bathroom. Placing it under your arm, you notice your mother and aunt are too busy doing their own thing. You took this advantage to walk quickly to your room, closing the door and locking it before you turn to San.
"First question, how did you get into my room?"
"Um, the window was opened and your mother's here. So I justâ" San motions towards the open window, making you huff as you closed the window shut before covering it with the curtains.
"Second question, what the fuck happened to you?"
"It's...a long story."
"We've got time." You glare at him. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so talk."
San lets out a small laugh before he quiets down, nervously playing with his bruised hands as you sat down in front of him. "I'm very private on family matters. I don't want anyone to find out about it, but let's just say I reached a breaking point when I discovered some...new informations."
You pause, before dabbing one of his cuts with curious eyes. "New informations?"
He eyes you silently, the silence didn't really made you uncomfortable, but his gaze did things to you. You've never been this close to him, usually him keeping a distance whilst you respect the boundaries he put.
"I don't want to tell you any of it."
"Can I ask why?"
He hissed when you clean the cut near his eyebrow, apologizing quietly as you continue to work on his wounds. "Do you know what happened to Mr. Huang?"
You frown and eyed San with suspicion, dropping your hand towards your lap as you nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry what happened to him and his wife. I heard she's still alive."
San sighs, quickly rubbing his eyes as you notice the lone tear escaping. "Yeah, I'm sorry for him too."
"Why are you crying for a man you don't even know?"
He stayed quiet, looking away before he glances at you with hurt in his eyes.
"Why? What's wrong?" You whisper, hesitating to hold his hands.
"(Name), I'm a killer."
Your heart dropped, eyes wide as you tried to comprehend what he just said to you. "W-What? You're joking, right?"
San shakes his head silently, still eyeing you with his hard gaze. You laugh nervously, inching yourself away from him as he stayed in place.
"Choi San, this better be a joke. And if it is, it's not funny!"
He sighs, grabbing something out of his pocket before slowly sliding it towards you. "What do you see?"
It's a ring, and it looks pretty expensive from its appearance. "A ring?"
"Look closer."
You silently move closer towards it, eyeing it suspiciously as San snorts. "Why aren't you touching it?"
"Because I don't want to, San! Ever think of that?"
You huff, eyeing the ring on the floor before you noticed a hint of dark red on the ring. You bit your lip, glancing at him as you pointed towards it. "Is thatâis that what I think it is?"
"You mean blood? Yeah, it is. But that's not what I want you to see. Look closer, inside of the ring."
His nonchalant response should've made you bolt the fuck out of your room, but you cast away the fear, moving closer again towards the ring.
And that's when you notice it.
A small carving inside of the ring. Initials.
'H.J'
It quickly clicks to you as to who owned the ring.
Huang Jeongcheol. The man who just got killed.
You stand upright quickly, already moving towards the door when San grabs you by the waist. Holding his hand towards your mouth, he shushed you gently as you scream and bite at his hand.
He placed you on your bed, pinning your hands with only one of his hands. You wonder to yourself, has San ever been this strong? From his appearance, you don't want to sound mean, but he looks like a normal school boy who doesn't like to workout nor doing sports.
"(Name), please listen to me. I know you're scared of me right now, but please listen to me. I'm begging you right now to please believe me because after this...I don't think we'll meet again for a long time."
You stare at San with distrust, but you can't help but feel a tad bit of sadness when he looks so dejected at you.
"The family that I know all my lifeâlied to me," He started. "They used me, trained me to be their apprentice, to kill people."
San looks away, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at you. "They're not my real family. They never have. Especially after what they've pushed me through, to kill my own father."
You frantically move your head, allowing his hand to move away. "W-What? What do you mean?"
"I've always wondered why Mr. Huang cried at me when I stepped forwards to kill him. I just...did what the others didâkill them to get rid of the evidence," San whispers.
"But then, I started to get uneasy at seeing the house. How it all felt...familiar. And when I saw myself with them in pictures, when I was youngâ" San laughs wetly, tears running freely down his face. "âI knew, I instantly knew that I just killed my father. My own biological father! I thought I was hallucinating all of it but then I saw how the little boy is wearing my favorite jacket. The one that I own! I can't, I justâ"
"Woah, San, calm down," You whisper as his breath became more erratic. You slowly raised his hand towards his chest, allowing the other one placed against your own. "Follow my breathing, good, that's it. Breathe in and out slowly."
"I can't stay here anymore," He whispers after his breathing became normal again, making you frown in confusion. "I killed one of them," He interrupts you. "I told him to tell me the truth, yet he persist that I'm better living with them. And that my father, my biological one, deserved to die."
You're lost for words, you don't even know what to say to him. You only hold his hand tighter as a sign of comfort. But you don't know if you're actually comforting him or yourself.
"I need to go, (name)," He slowly stands up, moving closer to your window to peek between the curtains. "It's not safe for me to be here after what I did. Especially for you."
"F-For me?"
"Yes," He stares at you with hard eyes, yet you can see how his eyes glisten with tears. "I can't let them hurt you. YouâI care for you. I appreciate all of the nights we hung out, talk about stupid things and our dreams away from this small town. I want you to achieve your lifelong dream, but that can't happen when you're always the target of a group of killers."
"Why am I a target?" You ask with a quivering tone, fright creeping up on you as San looks on to you with pity. "Please, San. Tell me. Why am I the target?"
"Because they know I'm always here every night."
You can't stop the whimper coming out of your mouth, yet you remember your mother and aunt are still outside. You cry silently with your hand covering your mouth, kneeling to the ground as your breath became erratic.
"Am I going to die? I don't want to die, I can't die, San. I'm scared," You sob silently, crying even harder when he puts your face to his shoulder, his hands holding you tightly as you weep more and more.
"I know," He whispers, tucking your hair back as he hugs you tighter. "That's why I need to lure them away from this town. I don't need any of them in town."
"What? What about your mother?"
San pursed his lips, looking away as he sighs. "I was too late. I can't...protect her."
"Isn't she in the hospital?"
San shakes his head slowly, grasping your hand in his as he exhales a shaky breath. "I was too late, they reached her first."
You bit your lip as you imagined the only blood related family San has now is already dead. You flinched slightly at his hand brushing the tears away from your face, the hand slowly moving your face towards him as he pecks your mouth. A light one, but you've never kissed a boyâor really anyoneâbefore.
You gasp in surprise, finding San smiling softly at you as he placed his forehead to yours. "I love you, (name). I don't know when or where, but I hope we'll meet again soon. Promise you'll wait for me?"
You closed your eyes, holding his hand tighter as a sign of promise. "I will. I'll wait for you."
The cold wind hits your body roughly, making you hug your thin coat tighter as you weave your way between people to get to your apartment. Readjusting the mask you open the building door as you nod towards the owner of the building, an old man who likes to smoke at late hours.
He nodded back before you walked slowly towards your designated floor. You avoid making eye contact with your neighbor, ignoring his staring as he waters his plants.
Such a weird habit. Who waters their plants at night?
Closing and locking the door, you sigh loudly as you pulled the mask from your face, brushing your hair away from your face as you lazily throw your shoes near the door.
So much has happened in the past five years.
Well, not that interesting to be honest in your life. Ever since he left.
San quickly left after the promise you've made to him, you staring at his back as he walks towards the darkness. Never to be seen again.
You've held on to the hope of him returning maybe for a year. Going about your day, ignoring the whispers from people around you about the murders and a missing boy. Paranoia started to slowly grow because of what he said to you, about being possibly killed.
Before you realized that it's all an empty promise and lies.
Then again, you were both young so you can't really blame younger you.
As for older you, or yourself currently, you're now living in the big city! Sure, you may be having a bit of a trouble handling money for university, having to work two part time jobs while studying, living in a small shitty apartment; but you're alive at least. And that's what matters.
Kicking what seems to be paper, you picked up two envelopes, one familiar and one you didn't recognize. You decided to shower first, grimacing at your sweaty skin as you quickly entered the bathroom.
Grabbing the convenient store bento on your way home, you smile as you open the first letter from your mother. Your relationship kinda got better when you left, feeling that deep down your mother missed you. She's just awkward on showing it to you.
Now, the other letter.
It's more high quality, more smaller than the one your mother sent. You looked for any names or address, but nothing. You chewed as you opened the letter, finding a small written letter.
Hello. You might not recognize me now, but I'm finally at a place where I feel I've accomplished enough to ensure your safety. I'll see you soon.
You frowned, looking at the back of the letter to see if there's anymore writing. When you see none, you folded the paper back to its envelope before chucking it towards the mess that is your desk.
A lone paper slips past you, probably from the envelope. You grabbed it only to get more confused and creeped out because it's a drawing.
Of you.
Tossing the drawing alongside the rest of the letter, you contemplated on what to do.
You don't know who it is, probably the letter was sent to a wrong address or it's someone messing with you. Then again, you don't really know whoever would waste their precious time on you anyways.
Cracking your neck with a sigh, you continued to eat before deciding to sleep in for the night. You're not that busy tomorrow, only a few classes and one part time schedule at the convenience store. You laid down, charged your phone, and closed your eyes as you waited for sleep to come by, waiting for tomorrow for you to repeat the same cycle.
"Hey, (name)," Your coworker, Chaemin, greeted with a tired smile as you nodded back in greeting. "I'll go change, wait here."
You hum, standing behind the cashier as you waited for him to finish. Nothing much happened today. Classes went by as normal, a few friends invited you to a party but you sadly declined as you're now working, and that's it.
Entering the staff's room as Chaemin exited, he bid you goodbye as you changed into your uniform. Grabbing your phone before exiting, you held back a yawn as you sat down behind the cash register, looking around the dead and empty convenience store. You don't expect much customers this late at night so you proceeded to play a new game on your phone.
Not long after, a ding was heard indicating a new customer, making you glance up, eyebrows raised in confusion as to who just entered.
A man, wearing a dark grey three piece suit, holding a briefcase as he slowly walks towards the drink isle. Who wears black gloves anyways?
Not something you would see this late at night, but it's better than some drunkards yelling profanities all around. You realized you're staring too hard on the man, flicking your gaze towards your phone once more as slow steps rang throughout the store.
"Excuse me?"
"Y-Yes?" You replied back with surprise, not expecting the man to talk. You noticed the man smiling as he holds the drink in his hand, smiling slightly making you notice the small dimple on his cheek.
He's pretty handsome, you'll give him that.
"Is this the 'buy one get one' drink promo?"
"Yes, but you can only buy the same flavour to get the promo, sir."
"Sir? Do I really look that old to you?" He chuckles softly, grabbing the drinks and continue to look around to grab snacks.
You scratched your head in embarrassment. "O-Oh, sorry. Just formalities and all for me, you know?"
The man hums, walking towards the you as he placed the small basket on the counter before smiling at you. "No worries, don't be scared. Just jokin' with you."
You smile politely, scanning the items before stating the price, accepting the cash as you tried to ignore his hard stare at you. Sure, he's handsome and all but he's just a passing customer that you'll soon forget in a few days. Besides, nothing exciting ever happens to you anyway.
You waited for the man to go away, surprise in your eyes as he slides one of the drinks to you. You looked up to him, pointing at the drink. "Um, what's this?"
"A treat."
"For?"
He shrugs with a smile, "Just something to make your day better."
"Alright...thank you?"
"You're welcome," He replies softly, grabbing the plastic bag that seemed so out of place with the rest of his outfit. As he exited the store, you squinted your eyes when you saw a flash of red splatter behind his suit.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes in frustration and tiredness. You really do need to fix up your schedule or you'll pass out anytime soon.
Blood?
You thought that one encounter was going to be the last time you'll ever see the man. That's what you had in mind as you've worked through your other part-time jobs, just going with the flow.
It's a surprise when the man entered once more, greeting you with a smile. His suit is immaculate as ever, black with unopened buttons at the top, sleeves rolled as he walks around the store.
"Rough night?" He asks, sliding the drink to you as he finished paying.
You shrug, thanking him halfheartedly as you open the drink given to you. "Just tired."
"Well," He starts. "I hope tomorrow will be a better day for you. You never know what's going to happen, huh?"
You know those words were supposed to make you feel better, but somehow, it only does the opposite for you. You nod with an awkward smile. "Yeah, sure."
"Goodnight thenâ" He squints behind his glasses, reading your name tag. "â(name)."
"Goodnight."
You stare at his retreating back, noting no sights of red splatter on his back. That is, until you're eyes reached his shoes that you notice the red small imprint it left behind.
Yeah, you're definitely not going crazy from sleep.
"What?! You've never dated anyone in that big of a city?" Iseul hissed through the phone, making you scoff at her. "Uh, yeah? Too busy making money so I could live the next day is pretty important to me, you know?"
"Oh, I know. I didn't mean it that way."
"No," You held back a yawn behind your hand. "I kinda agree with you here. I justâI don't know, I don't have time? Sure, dating sounds like a dream for me. But I'm afraid I'm to busy to manage a relationship and I'll get dumped."
"That's why communication is important!" Iseul replied back with vigor. "Look, I'm not going to force you but my boyfriend has a friend there, coincidentally, that's also single."
"Is that why you called me?"
"No! Well...maybe," She laughs nervously. You smirk in amusement but told her to go on.
"Right! His name is Donghyun, goes to the same university if I'm not wrong. He's older around three years than you. Sounds good?"
"Uh, any other information that you know besides that?"
"Sorry, I don't really know the guy. But, my boyfriend says that he's really nice. If you're down, I'm gonna give your number to him."
You sigh, thinking about the dangers of meeting a stranger for a date. Then again, you really need something other than working your ass off in your spare time. You contemplated for a minute, before cutting off Iseul's rambling on the phone. "Hey, I'll go."
Iseul started to scream loudly, making you pull away from the phone in an instant. "My ears!"
"Sorry, sorry! I'm just so happy for you!"
You laugh lightly, "I haven't even met the guy, Iseul."
"Well, I hope he's good to you. If not, then I can go to you and find him to beat his ass up if he ever hurts you."
"Alright, I hope you protect me from whatever danger there is," You hum.
The conversation between you and Iseul goes on until the morning. Thankfully, you only had one class and no work since you covered one of your coworkers shifts and in return, now they're covering yours.
It's a surprise when an unknown phone number texted you, introducing himself as the man himself, Donghyun. He texted cutesy enough, adding cat stickers every now and then that made you laugh. He wanted to meet you today, which made you think about how he's really desperate but deep down you're desperate too.
You agreed to meet up after your class this afternoon, meeting at a cafe nearby so you assumed he also has classes today.
Wanting to make a good impression, you decided to dress up a bit more nicer with a dress. You kept your hairstyle simple yet pretty, using some light makeup before deciding to go to class after a big brunch.
You ignored the curious glances you received at class, quickly leaving when it finished. You texted Donghyun that you're walking to the cafe, surprised that he's already there and asked if you wanted any drinks or food.
When you arrived, you looked around before seeing someone waving their hand at you. You held back a noise of surprise at the sight of a familiar face. You've seen him before a few times at university, what a small world.
"Donghyun?"
"Yeah! You must be (name), it's nice meeting you," He smiles widely as he gestures towards the seat across him. "I already ordered the drinks and food here. So, uh, dig in!"
"Thanks," You smiled at him.
Donghyun really is a nice guy. Very attentive to your needs, a true gentleman. But a few times he sounds a bit...ignorant.
"Oh, wow! You work two part-time jobs and go to university? That's really admirable."
You nod along. "Yeah, it sucks and tiring. But I need the money, ya know?"
"Why can't your parents pay for it? It seems like a parents duty to pay for their child's education."
You held back a grimace, hiding it with a shrug of your shoulders. "Yeah, that's true. But they don't have much money to support me plus themselves. So I had to resort to working."
"No wonder you look tired all the time. No offense, but you look like a zombie every time I see you."
You laugh along with him, noticing how he opens his mouth once more probably to ask you the same questions. But you diverted the topic to him, asking what major he's in.
You learned Donghyun was a business major, following along his mother's footsteps to continue their oil tycoon. Everything suddenly clicks as Donghyun tells you his story.
He's old money and super rich. Whilst you're an ordinary country bumpkin.
Basically two different worlds.
But you really don't care about that now. He seems like a sweetheart, and you're tired of the same cycle you're going through every fucking day.
You need a breath of fresh air.
So you agreed to date him. Scheduling seems a bit hard because of your schedule, but Donghyun seems to be fine with it, asking you to message him if you have any spare time.
One date turns to two. Two turns into three more dates. Until you realized you've been dating Donghyun for the past three months.
He really is a sweet guy. But you know it's never going to last long from the expectations his parents had for him about his life, so you took everything lightly and just enjoyed the flow. Besides, he likes to spoil you with gifts. You're not going to decline that, especially if it's necessary needs like foods and clothes.
One thing that never changed though is the man that routinely visits the convenience store once a week. New suits, same old face, and the always changing positions for the blood. Because of this, you kept your distance from him. Always setting boundaries when he asks you personal questions, but never getting mad since you don't want to make him pissed off.
"New bracelet?"
"Huh?"
"Is that a new bracelet you bought? Looks cute," The man smiled, pointing towards the beaded bracelet you had on.
"Yeah, my boyfriend bought it for me," You replied back nonchalantly, scanning the items in front of you. Not noticing how the man posture snapped in an instant from relaxed to tense.
He hums, tracing letters on the counter. "Boyfriend, huh? Who's the lucky guy?"
"No one you know, of course. But it's someone from my university."
The man nodded once more, scoffing before he quickly replaced the frown with a smile. "How long you've been dating?"
"Not your business."
"Aw, I thought we were friendsâ"
"Uh, no? I don't even know your name. Why would I be friends with you?" You stared at the man with a confused gaze, quickly averting your eyes when he only blankly stared at you with no expression on his face.
"Of course, my apologies. Here, take the drink. You need it."
You hesitantly grabbed it. "Thanks, I guess."
He nods once, grabs his things, before walking out of the store. You let out a relieved sigh, pushing the drink out of your way. "Fucking creep."
You glanced into the empty streets outside, relieved the man was nowhere to be seen. You grabbed your phone just in case when you saw a text from Donghyun.
You: when?
Dodo: coffee date? <3
You contemplated for a while, knowing you have a shift tomorrow. But one of your coworkers could cover you for one day, it wouldn't hurt.
Dodo: hoping tmrw is ok?
You: sounds good :)
You ignored the sinking feeling growing inside you, wanting to have fun once in a while without overthinking it.
But maybe you should've listened to your gut this time.
"Wow, this place is really secluded," You commented at the small indie cafe. Donghyun shrugged, pulling out a chair for you. "I know, but the reviews are really good. And my friends told me it's worth it."
"Alright, did they recommend anything?"
"The croissant looks good, but they recommended we buy the red velvet slice."
You nodded, giving out your usual drink order to Donghyun as he walks up to order. You looked around and noticed how empty it is for a supposedly popular cafe. Yeah, two people are outside right now, drinking and smoking. But other than that, the place looks deserted.
"Here you go," Donghyun placed the drinks and food. "Pretty fast but they don't have any customers besides us right now."
"Yeah, doesn't it feel weird to you? A popular cafe this empty on a Friday?"
He shrugs, already drinking away. "Like you said, it's a secluded place. It's popular, yeah, but only a few people know."
"Really?"
"Not a lot things on social media, but maybe this cafe runs from word of mouth? You know, people talk to their friends who in return come here."
"Maybe," You answered, but there's still doubt lingerie in your head. You brushed it off as Donghyun started to talk, asking about you and telling stories about him and his friends.
The cake was honestly really good, you can't get enough of it. But you stopped eating when you notice Donghyun yawning for the fifth time in a row. "You alright?"
"Yeah, justâ" He yawns widely before continuing. "I don't know why I feel really sleepy."
"Did you not sleep well last night?"
"I did! I justâI don't know why I'm suddenly so tired."
You opened your mouth to reply back but only met with your own yawn passing through. "Woah, that's a surprise."
Donghyun laughs. "Are you tired too? Damn, we're meant to be." His head slumps towards the table, no sounds from him other than soft breathing.
Your gaze started to get weird, looking around as your head started to get dizzy. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the barista talking to someone, someone in a suit. You tried to move away from the approaching figure, but felt your body too weak to even move.
In the next few seconds, your eyes started to get droopy before you succumb to the darkness.
You don't know how long you're out, but one thing for sure is you got a massive headache. And you're tied to a chair in a small room.
You groan at the light hitting your eyes as you open your eyes, grimacing at the painful headache growing rapidly.
"âThank you again, for the help."
"Well, don't got much choices do I?"
"Yes, that's true. But thank you nonetheless."
"Hey," You spoke out loud. "Hey! Where the fuck am I?!"
"Sounds like your lover's awake," A gruff voice replied.
The door besides you opened slowly, making you glare at the familiar man smiling widely at you. "Hello, headache?"
"No shit!" You hissed at the man who only innocently smiles at you. "What did you do? Where's Donghyun?"
"Now, now, you don't have to worry about some other man," He gently replied, grabbing an extra chair out of nowhere. You glared at the man as he fixed his cuff links, clicking his tongue when he noticed a small patch of red staining his white clean button up.
"Who's blood is that?"
"No one you need to worry about," He laughs, fixing his glasses as he smiles at you. "I'm sorry we need to reunite like this, but you gave me no choice."
"What theâwait, reunite? What do you mean reunite?" You whispered in shock.
He laughs softly at you, brushing a piece of hair away from your face as you flinched away from him. "I don't blame you for not recognizing me. I have to...alter my appearance because of my job."
"Just tell me who you are!"
"I've killed my own biological family members, who's been searching for me every since a group of assassins kidnapped me for ransom," He starts, playing with the ring on his finger. "Huang Jeongcheol, the innocent man that I've killed without knowing. And Huang Hyorin, who I've failed because I was too late to save her."
Your head started to ache painfully, your breathing becomes more ragged as you stared at the man you once knew in your past, suddenly here with you.
Kidnapped you. And could possibly hurt you.
"S-San?"
"Hi, (name)," San smiles as he moves closer to you. He coos as he brushed away the tears that escapes your eyes. You didn't even notice you're crying, you didn't know why. Maybe because all this time you've let go of the past with him, finding it to be near impossible when he didn't even tried to contact you.
"Why are you crying, love?"
"WhaâI thought, I thought you're dead!"
"And why would I be?" He hums, continuing to brush your hair softly, a smile etched on his face as you tried to calm your breathing.
"You said people were after you! Tried to kill you!" You screamed loudly, glaring at him with wild eyes. "And you said they're also after me! How can I not conclude that you're dead when you didn't contacted me whatsoever!"
He sighs, sitting again in front of you whilst he holds your hands to his. "I know. And I've wanted to meet you after I've sent the letterâ"
"You've sent that creepy letter?!"
"Yeah, I gotta admit it is creepy," He laughs. "But anyways, back to the story. I didn't contact you because I've been working."
"You got a job? Here?"
"Not necessarily here," He explains. "Let's just say I've become what I've been trained for since my younger years."
Dread grows inside your body, looking at San with weary eyes as you hoped whatever suspicions you had about him was wrong. "You kill people for a living? L-Like them?"
He nods once.
"Oh, San...why? Did anyone force you to work thisâ"
"No one forced me!" He yells, making you jump as you closed your mouth in an instant. His eyes now wild with fire, glaring incessantly at the wall as his hold on your hands turned tighter. He lets go of your hands as you yelped in pain, mumbling a small 'sorry'.
"No one forced me, (name)," He continues. "Yes, I've been living like hell just so I could live another day! Hiding in slums, stealing, begging to strangers for food, whatever I could do to hide from that bastards!"
"But I've had enough one day, I've just had it with them," He hissed, pacing back and forth in front of you as he crossed his arms. "So I become a hitman, for the people who need it. I need the money and the relations to get back at them, and I've become weak over the years because I didn't train enough. But one job turned into more and more, and suddenly people in the industry know my name. They respected me for my work ethic, cleanliness, and no bullshit attitude."
"A-And did youâ"
"Yeah, I did it," He smirks in triumph. "I killed the last one just two years ago. Bastard didn't even put up a fight, fucking beheaded him. It felt so...euphoric to see the light slowly disappearing from his eyes."
You flinched when his gaze turns to you. "And you, (name), I've never forgotten you once in my life. I've prayed to whatever God is there to always be there for you when I'm not there. I've hold on to the promise we've made, and when I first saw you hereâ" He laughs happily. A lovesick look on his face as he sighs, "I couldn't believe my eyes. You look the same yet you look so angelic and beautiful when I first saw you. I thought about the future we could have together, just us together. Maybe we could get a pet. Besides, I'm respected now! I have money to spoil you and you don't have to even work. But..."
"But?"
"But you broke our promise," San hissed with venom. "You said you'll wait for me! You said you wanted to be with me. And I find you all of a sudden with a boyfriend!"
He looks at you with hurt and betrayal, hands clenched tightly as you tried to look away from his stare. "What was I supposed to do? Wait for you?!"
"Yes! You promised me, (name)!"
"We were young!" You bellowed out to him, chest heaving with anger as he looks at you with hard eyes. "We were young, San. It's stupid for me to just wait in that damn town. I was scared to move away, yes, but I wanted to get out of that small town since forever."
You looked at him desperately, ignoring the warning signs ringing inside your head from the look on San's face. "I have to think for myself and my family. I moved here to get better education, and I worked my ass off to get money so I could buy food and pay for my utilities! I was stressed out thinking people were out to get me, before I realized it's all bullshit!"
"It's not bullshit, (name)!"
"Oh, I know," You mumbled. "But I can't live my life just for some promise I made to them in the past. It's called moving on, San."
He's quiet as you cough lightly, now feeling how dried your throat is as you glanced around the room for any escape. You turned to look at him as he lets out a breathy laugh, hands wiping his face in an obvious attempt to hide his anger.
"So, the promise you made...it doesn't mean anything to you, huh?"
You looked away, closing your eyes before answering. "It used to mean something. But at one point, I justâI just let go of my worries. I got into a good university, I moved away, worked hard for money so I could sustain my life. I've met good friends hereâ"
"And a boyfriend."
"Yes," You glared at him. "A boyfriend. Whom I've choose to date because I wanted to. I know it's not a serious relationship, but I wanted to get out of the stress for just one moment. And you're mad at me for that?!"
San shakes his head, looking away from your gaze. "I'm not mad, just disappointed. I wanted for us to be together, and now you're protecting this asshole like you love him."
"I do love him," You answered. He scoffs loudly, laughing loudly as he shakes his head. "Like you've said, this relationship wasn't meant to last this long. And I think I should end this now."
You're eyes widen as he stood up, cracking his knuckles as he stretches. "S-San? WhatâWhat are you doing?"
He smiles, not in a loving way, but more sinister and mocking. "Don't worry," He pats your head, messing up your hair even more. "I just need to get rid of him. Then, we'll finally be together."
"What?! No, wait!"
You tried to move, tried to get help by screaming, only to stop when you hear a loud scream outside. You whimper when a thud was heard outside, trying to find anything to cut the ropes tying you up as the screams started to get even more desperate.
"No! San, please! Leave him be," You cried out.
Another scream.
"Please, please! Just let him go! He didn't do anything wrong!"
A groan from Donghyun before he pleads for his life.
"San! Please, don't kill him."
A final 'thud' was heard outside.
No sounds.
You cried and cried, tears running down freely from your eyes as you whimper. Donghyun is dead because of you.
You didn't look up when the door opened, too exhausted to even lift up your head as you continued to sob silently.
"Thanks again, Jongin."
You glanced up to see the barista standing near the doorway. "Whatever," He mumbles. "I need to clean up anyways. The usual?"
San hums happily, brushing away the strands of hair that has fallen down his perfectly styled hair. "Yeah. Make sure to cut him up, place him in different areas. I'll tip you even more money."
"You got it."
With one final look from the man, he closed the door.
Leaving you with this psychopath.
"Look at me, (name). I know you're tired, but please look at me," He cooed.
"No," You whispered, not able to see the blood stains on him.
He sighs, walking up to you to grab you by the hair. You yelled in pain, before shutting your mouth as his grip turned tighter.
"Here's a warning for you," He starts. His eyes crazed and face covered in blood. "Do stupid things that'll make me mad, and others will face the consequences."
He points towards the door. "That's warning number one."
"I don't want to hurt you anymore," He whispers, grip turning more loose as he lets go of your hair. He walks around you, eyes cold and emotionless. So different from the one before. "But, if I have toâI will kill others you love."
"No, please."
"And if you do something that steps over the boundaries I'll give you," He stops in front of you, cupping your chin so you'll look at him. "I will kill your mother."
"No!" You scream, desperation in your tone. "Please, not her! Don't kill anyone," You cried out to him.
San smiles, his expression turned more soft in a matter of seconds. He kneels before hugging you, kissing your lips deeply like he's a starved man. He bites your lip enough to make it bleed, making you whimper in pain. He sighs, happily, brushing your tears away with his thumb before smiling.
"Be mine, (name). All of your worries will go away, and no one will ever be hurt because of you."
From the things you only have, he really needs to spoil you more. He thinks about the new clothes he could buy, some nice accessories for you to wear, maybe even some naughty things for the both of you to enjoyâ
San hums a happy tune as he moves the boxes from your small apartment. He can't believe you live in this dump when you could've lived with him in a nice apartment. Then again, you lived according to your budget so he can't really blame you.
Plus he had other things to work on, planning the apartment, making sure you're comfortable there. Maybe killing a few people to make sure nobody gets suspicious as to where you are. Families are usually the most bothersome people to handle with, that's why he needed to make your last remaining family member die. He's skilled enough anyways to make it seem like an accident.
Your mother, a heart attack.
Your aunt, car crash.
Your friend, Iseul, killed by her boyfriend.
You don't know of course. He'll make sure of that.
"Hey, who are you?"
San looks around before seeing an old man standing at the end of the hallway, voice gruff probably because of the cigarette he's smoking. He smiles in ease, knowing it's your landlord after the stalking he's done throughout the years.
"Oh! I'm (name)'s boyfriend, sir."
"And what exactly are you doing?"
"Just moving out some of her stuff," He shrugs. "We decided to live together now."
"And why isn't she here?"
His smile turned more tense, already feeling annoyed from questions. Can't this old fart just go away?
"She's sick, sadly. So I'm tasked with moving the rest of her stuff."
The old man only nods. "Good, take care of her. She's too coped up here, she's still young."
San laughs, "That's what I've said to her too!"
He eyes the old man, cocking his head to the side as he smirks in amusement. "Don't worry, I'll take real good care of her."
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