Lines Crossed (SanSang)

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Yeosang's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No, Woo... I can't just show up there. He made it pretty clear–"

"I don't care what he said over a phone call," Wooyoung interrupted, his voice heated. "You deserve real answers. San owes you a proper explanation, face-to-face, not some half-hearted breakup over the phone."

Yeosang hesitated, biting his lip. "But what if... what if he really meant it? What if he just doesn't want me anymore?"

Wooyoung shook his head. "If that's the case, then he should have the guts to say it to your face. And if he does, I'll be there, making sure he knows exactly what he lost." He paused, giving Yeosang a softer look. "But maybe he's scared, maybe he's confused. Either way, you deserve the truth, Yeosang."

Yeosang glanced down, trying to weigh his own tangled feelings. Part of him wanted to confront San, to find out what was really going on. Another part feared what he might hear. But as he looked up at Wooyoung's determined face, something inside him strengthened.

"Alright," he finally whispered. "Let's go to Namhae."

Wooyoung grinned, satisfied. "That's the spirit. Pack a bag; we leave tonight."

Yeosang gave a small nod, his nerves racing, but he felt steadier with Wooyoung by his side. Whatever answers lay ahead, he would finally face them.

That evening, after hastily packing a small bag, Yeosang met Wooyoung outside their dorm building. The night air was chilly, and they both stood quietly for a moment, gathering their thoughts before the trip. Wooyoung gave him a reassuring nod, and without another word, they set off toward Namhae.

The train ride was quiet, the rhythmic hum of the tracks filling the silence. Wooyoung glanced over at Yeosang, who was staring blankly out the window, lost in his thoughts. Wooyoung reached over and nudged him gently. "Hey," he said softly, trying to break the heavy tension that seemed to hang over them. "No matter what happens, I'm right here."

Yeosang managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Woo. I don't know if I'd be doing this without you."

"You definitely wouldn't," Wooyoung teased, though his eyes held a seriousness that was unusual for him. "You deserve closure. And maybe... maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

They arrived in Namhae late into the night, greeted by the crisp ocean air and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. San's family home wasn't far from the station, and as they approached it, Yeosang's heart began to pound.

"Do you... want me to go in with you?" Wooyoung offered quietly, noticing the uncertainty in Yeosang's face.

Yeosang hesitated, then shook his head. "No, I think I need to do this alone. But... stay close?"

Wooyoung gave him a reassuring nod. "I'll be right here. Go knock some sense into him."

Yeosang's heart pounded as he stood on San's doorstep, his fingers clenched tightly into fists. He hadn't planned on coming all the way to Namhae; it just felt like the only way he'd find any peace. The door opened, and San stood there, his eyes widening with surprise.

"Yeosang?" San's voice sounded both surprised and uncertain. "What are you doing here?"

Yeosang shifted nervously, struggling to find the right words. "Can we talk."

San looked away, clearly uneasy, but he stepped aside and motioned for Yeosang to come in. "All right. Come on in."

Yeosang stepped inside, glancing around the quiet house. San led him to the living room, quickly disappearing into the kitchen to make some tea. When he returned, he handed Yeosang a steaming cup before sitting down across from him.