Lines Crossed (SanSang)

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(Sorry guys late update. I just started my first job this week its been exhausting. No one cares i know so here is the chapter)

A week had passed, and Yeosang was beginning to feel the weight of San's absence. The days dragged by, each one stretching his patience thinner. San had promised to call, to come back soon, but no messages came through. Not a single call. Each time Yeosang tried to reach out, the call would ring endlessly, only to go unanswered. He tried to convince himself that San must be busy, that he'd reach out soon—but each silent hour made him feel that much more doubtful.

Sitting in their usual café, Yeosang kept glancing at his phone, its screen dark, betraying none of the answers he sought. Across from him, Wooyoung sighed heavily, clearly exasperated.

"Alright, spill it," Wooyoung said, folding his arms. "What's going on with you? You've been staring at that phone like it owes you something."

Yeosang shook his head, glancing down to hide his frustration. "It's nothing," he muttered, hoping that Wooyoung would drop it.

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. "You know, I've been watching this little 'you and San' thing go in circles for weeks now, and I was trying to be patient," he started, his voice edged with frustration, "but I've had it. Just admit it already. You and San didn't work out. You can let it go."

"No, that's not it," Yeosang interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended.

Wooyoung blinked, thrown off by his response. "Then what is it?"

Yeosang hesitated, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. Wooyoung's stare was relentless, and under the pressure, he finally mumbled, "We... did talk things out."

Wooyoung's eyes widened, and his voice shot up loud enough to make a couple of heads turn in their direction. "Wait, what? You and San actually...?" he trailed off, mouth agape.

"Shh!" Yeosang reached across the table, putting a finger to his lips, cheeks flaming. "You don't need to broadcast it to the whole café."

Wooyoung swatted his hand away, still staring at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me right now? You two actually got together, and you didn't even tell me?" His voice was a harsh whisper, as though struggling to contain the full force of his shock. "We're best friends, Yeosang!"

Yeosang's face flushed even deeper, and he looked down at his coffee, stirring it needlessly. "I... didn't know how to tell you. It was all so new. I barely knew what to make of it myself. And we started and he left so nothing even happened yet. I cant even realize it."

Wooyoung threw his hands up, his face a mixture of frustration and betrayal. "So you just let me sit here all week, thinking nothing happened, thinking you were just sulking over another missed chance! When, meanwhile, you two are actually a thing?" He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated huff. "Unbelievable."

Yeosang looked away, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "I'm sorry, Woo. I just... I didn't expect things to be so complicated. He promised to call and come back after a week, but he hasn't."

Wooyoung's irritation softened at the note of worry in Yeosang's voice. "Wait, so he hasn't texted or called once?"

Yeosang nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the concern was evident in his eyes. "Not once. He's not even answering my calls."

Wooyoung exhaled, leaning forward with a softer, more serious look. "Did something happen between you two before he left? Did he say anything?"

Yeosang shook his head slowly, chewing on his lip as he tried to find an answer. "No, nothing. He just... he looked disappointed to be leaving. He didn't want to go, he said he'd call. I don't understand."