"who are you ?" He asks. He has questions. He has a clear goal. His hands have a goal too. They rammage over the skin of the shorter. They move so desperately yet so gently too. How can rough hands feel so soft ? "I am your boyfriend. Your person. Your other half, who else ?" The shorter replies sweetly. He is all smiles and whimpers. He seems to be underestimating the seriousness of the situation. "No. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew you all this time." Sans whispers harshly against the shorter's lips. It is hard to diagnose his tone and facial expressions of either sadness or anger. His hands scurry to find Wooyoung's waist, going lower and lower each second. "Know nothing" "I know nothing?" San is scared to ask, but he still does. "No, it's better to know nothing. Now... Stop wasting time and take what's yours"