Lines Crossed (SanSang)

8

Yeosang tried to focus on the conversation between San and Wooyoung, but his mind kept drifting back to that moment with the girls. He didn't want it to bother him, but it did—more than he cared to admit. The way San had smiled at them, the wink... it was so effortless. So confident.

And why should it matter? San wasn't obligated to anyone, least of all Yeosang. They'd only just met, and yet something about it gnawed at him, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

"So, what about you, Yeosang?" Wooyoung's voice snapped him back to reality. "You've been weirdly quiet over there."

Yeosang blinked, looking up to find both Wooyoung and San staring at him expectantly. He realized he had missed a big chunk of the conversation. "Huh? Sorry, what?"

Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, grinning mischievously. "I said, when are you going to start dating, huh? College is the perfect time to put yourself out there. Maybe I should set you up with someone. What do you think, San?"

San glanced at Yeosang, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You've got someone in mind already?"

Yeosang's face grew warm as he shook his head quickly. "N-No. I'm... not really looking for anything like that." He tried to laugh it off, but the sound felt weak. "I'm just focused on getting through the semester."

Wooyoung, however, was undeterred. "Oh, come on. You're too young to just bury yourself in textbooks. There's more to life than classes and study groups." He leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Plus, I think you could do with a little fun. You're way too serious all the time."

Yeosang's discomfort grew, but he forced a small smile. "I'm fine, really. I don't need—"

"What you need," Wooyoung cut in, "is someone to loosen you up a bit." He turned to San, smirking. "Don't you think he's too quiet for his own good? I swear, he's always trying to hide in the background."

San chuckled softly, glancing at Yeosang again, his expression curious but not unkind. "I don't know... maybe he's just waiting for the right person."

Yeosang's heart skipped at that, but before he could process it, Wooyoung laughed. "Yeah, well, if he keeps waiting, he'll be single forever." He shot Yeosang a teasing grin. "Maybe you should take a page out of San's book. Learn how to charm a girl or two, huh?"

Yeosang's stomach churned at the reminder. He could still see the scene playing out in his mind—the girl asking for San's number, San's easy smile, the way he had turned her down so kindly, like it was second nature. Of course, Yeosang thought, feeling a small pang in his chest. San probably gets that a lot.

He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of his napkin. The confusion swirling inside him was too much, and he didn't know how to handle it. It wasn't like him to care about things like this. He wasn't supposed to care who San flirted with or who liked him. So why did it feel so personal all of a sudden?

San's voice cut through his thoughts again, though this time it was softer, as if he'd sensed the change in Yeosang's mood. "Hey, don't listen to him," he said, his eyes warm as they met Yeosang's. "There's no rush for any of that. Do things at your own pace."

Yeosang looked up, caught off guard by the sincerity in San's voice. There was no teasing, no judgment—just an understanding look that made Yeosang's heart clench. He nodded slowly, offering a quiet, "Thanks."

San smiled, and for a moment, it felt like the knot in Yeosang's chest loosened just a bit. But the confusing feelings still lingered, hovering at the edge of his mind like a question he wasn't ready to answer.

"Alright, enough about love lives," Wooyoung declared, sensing the shift in mood. "We should get back before our next classes start. Don't want to be late on the first day, right?"

Yeosang let out a small breath of relief as Wooyoung stood, quickly gathering his things. San followed suit, sliding out of the booth with that easy, effortless grace that seemed to come so naturally to him. Yeosang took his time, still feeling slightly unsettled but grateful that the conversation had moved on.

As they walked back across campus, the sun was beginning to dip lower, casting a warm golden light over everything. Wooyoung continued his lively chatter, but Yeosang found himself glancing at San more than once, still trying to make sense of the strange feelings that had surfaced earlier.

"Alright i will see you later. And San if u turn gay let me be the first to know." He winked as San chuckled shaking his head in disbelief.

They reached the building where their next class was, and as Wooyoung darted off to his own lecture, Yeosang found himself walking beside San once again.

San smiled at him, falling into step easily. "You okay?" he asked, his voice quiet enough that it felt like a private conversation, even in the busy hallway.

Yeosang hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. Just... a lot on my mind, I guess."

San didn't press, just gave him another one of those soft, understanding smiles that seemed to reach all the way to his eyes. "I get it. First days can be a lot."

Yeosang nodded again, grateful for the lack of pressure. They walked in comfortable silence for a moment before San spoke again, this time with a light chuckle. "Wooyoung's intense, huh?"

That drew a small, genuine smile from Yeosang. "He always has been."

"I can tell," San said, his voice warm. "But you seem like you balance each other out. He talks a lot, you listen."

Yeosang let out a quiet laugh. "Something like that."

San glanced at him again, his expression thoughtful. "You don't have to be anything you're not, Yeosang. People are drawn to you for who you are. Don't let anyone make you feel like you have to change."

Yeosang's breath caught at the unexpected words. He looked at San, feeling an odd mix of gratitude and confusion wash over him. San barely knew him, and yet... he'd already seen something in Yeosang that made him feel understood in a way that few people ever had.

"Thanks," Yeosang said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

San smiled, that familiar warmth in his eyes again. "Anytime."

They reached their classroom, the door looming ahead. As they stepped inside, Yeosang felt a strange sense of calm settle over him, despite the whirlwind of emotions that had surfaced throughout the day. San's presence beside him felt steady, grounding in a way he hadn't expected.

But even as he tried to focus on the class ahead, the lingering question still gnawed at the back of his mind.

Why does it matter so much if San is straight? Its not like hes gay. Or is he? He never really thought about it since he never dated anyone.

And why, for the first time, did he feel like he wanted the answer?