Lines Crossed (SanSang)

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San barely slept, twisting and turning as his mind wrestled with regret and frustration, his emotions spilling over into the morning. He trudged through the day feeling drained, anger simmering beneath his tired eyes as thoughts of Yeosang refused to leave him. His mood darkened further when, between classes, he spotted Yeosang with Jongho, the two of them walking together down the hall, laughing at some shared joke. Yeosang looked relaxed, genuinely happy, and it sparked something fierce in San that he couldn't ignore.

Without a second thought, he stormed over, grabbing Yeosang by the wrist and pulling him away from Jongho before either could react. Yeosang looked at him in shock, attempting to pull his wrist free, but San's grip was firm. He kept walking, leading him down the hall and into a quieter corner of the building, away from prying eyes.

"San, what are you doing?" Yeosang protested, his voice low but tense. "Let go."

But San didn't stop until he was certain they were alone. Only then did he release Yeosang's wrist, though he stayed close, eyes blazing.

"So this is how quickly you move on?" San's voice dripped with accusation. "I thought you were in love with me, Yeosang."

Yeosang stared at him, shocked and silent for a moment, before his expression twisted with pain and confusion. "Excuse me?" he whispered, disbelief coloring his words.

San pressed on, words spilling out before he could stop them. "Was everything you said to me just—was it all fake? You're here laughing and happy with someone else like we didn't mean anything." His frustration surged, his voice rough with hurt he hadn't acknowledged until now.

Yeosang's eyes started to glisten, his calm facade breaking. "You mean Jongho? I cant be friends with others now? Why do you care, San?" His voice trembled as he spoke. "You're the one who ended things. You told me there was nothing between us, so why does it suddenly matter to you if I'm with him?"

San's heart tightened at Yeosang's words. He watched as a tear slipped down Yeosang's cheek, feeling a pang of guilt that cut through his anger. He reached out instinctively, his hand moving to brush the tear away, but Yeosang took a step back, lifting a hand to stop him.

"Don't touch me," Yeosang said quietly, his voice breaking. His eyes locked with San's, full of betrayal and confusion. "You said you weren't interested in me like that. You told me there was no future. So why can you find someone else, but I can't? Why are you allowed to move on, but I'm not?"

San's mouth opened, but the words he wanted to say twisted into silence. He didn't have an explanation, at least not one that could make sense of this mess. "It's... it's not what you think, Yeosang," he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I just—I can't explain it. It's more complicated than you know."

Yeosang's gaze faltered, the pain in his eyes only deepening. "Complicated?" he echoed bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you even hear yourself? You're the one who broke MY heart, and now you're acting like I owe you an explanation." He swallowed, the bitterness on his face giving way to a deep sadness. "San... please. If you have any respect left for me, just let me go. Stop doing this to me."

San's chest tightened, his throat thick as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeosang, please, just... don't say that," he murmured, eyes filled with regret.

But Yeosang looked away, his shoulders sagging as he forced himself to hold back more tears. "No, San. You wanted this." His voice wavered, but he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to meet San's eyes. "Please... just pretend I'm a stranger. Don't talk to me again."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away, leaving San frozen, a hollow ache spreading through him as Yeosang disappeared down the hall.

San's heart pounded as he watched Yeosang walk away, the words he hadn't been able to say tightening in his chest. In an instant, he called out, "Yeosang, wait!" He didn't think, only moved, catching up to him before he could disappear around the corner. Gently, he reached for Yeosang's arm, stopping him.

Yeosang turned, hurt flashing in his eyes, only masked by the glare that cut right through San. "What, San? What could you possibly have to say now?" His voice was cold, distant, so different from the warmth it once held for him.

San swallowed, feeling his own walls begin to crumble. "I... I never used you," he said, his voice low but urgent. "And I never wanted to test any kind of 'limit' with you. It was all real, Yeosang. Everything I said—everything we shared—it was real."

Yeosang scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked away, his face twisted with disbelief. "Real? How can you stand there and call it real, San?" He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "You're engaged. Do you really expect me to believe you're engaged to someone you just met? That you didn't have something with her before? Because that means what we had... it was fake. Just some... stupid game to you."

San's mouth opened, the explanation he so desperately wanted to give him balancing on the edge of his lips. He wanted to tell Yeosang everything—that it wasn't like that, that he barely knew this girl, that the engagement had been arranged without his say. But as the words came to the surface, they stuck in his throat. The weight of everything that had happened, the expectations, the pressure, held him back. He closed his mouth, fighting against the ache of words left unspoken, his jaw clenched in frustration.

Yeosang took his silence as confirmation. A pained sigh escaped him, and he looked back at San, his gaze filled with disappointment and heartbreak. "Goodbye, San," he whispered, his voice barely holding together. "Have a great, happy life." His lips quivered, and he blinked back the tears threatening to spill. "And... don't hurt her the way you hurt me."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving San rooted to the spot, his heart hammering painfully in his chest, hands clenched as he watched Yeosang disappear from view. The words he hadn't said hung heavy in the air around him, suffocating him in their silence.

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(A/N Sorry short chapter i didnt had much time to write hope u still like it)