Lines Crossed (SanSang)

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San didn't want to let go, not even for a second. He held Yeosang close, as if the weight of his promises and his relief could be poured into that embrace. But eventually, Yeosang gently pulled back, his hands lingering on San's arms.

"We should talk," Yeosang said softly, his tone steady but cautious.

San nodded, his throat still tight. "Yeah, we should."

They made their way to a quieter bench tucked into the courtyard. San glanced at Yeosang as they sat down, the faint tension in his shoulders making him wonder if Yeosang regretted giving him another chance. He couldn't blame him if he did.

Yeosang looked down at his hands, twisting his fingers nervously.

He looked up again meeting Sans gaze, studying him intently. "What about your father?"

San's jaw tightened. He'd expected the question, but it still stung. "I told him," he admitted.

Yeosang's eyes widened. "Everything?"

"Not everything. I didn't give him your name—I didn't want him to blame you for anything. But I told him I'm in love with a man, and that I can't go through with the engagement."

Yeosang stared at him, stunned into silence.

San sighed, his hands clenching into fists on his knees. "It didn't go well. He's furious. He thinks I'm confused or... or delusional. He took my phone just to keep me from contacting anyone, especially you. But..." He looked up at Yeosang, his eyes filled with determination. "I don't care. I'll deal with him, no matter what. You're what matters to me, Yeosang."

Yeosang's expression softened, but the worry in his eyes didn't fade completely. "What if he doesn't come around, San? What if he cuts you off completely?"

"Then he does," San said firmly, though the thought made his stomach churn. "I'm not saying it won't hurt—it already does—but I'm not going to live my life pretending to be someone I'm not, especially if it means losing you again."

Yeosang swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering. "San..."

San reached out, his hand covering Yeosang's. "I know I've been selfish. I know I hurt you because I was scared of facing him, of standing up for myself. But I'm not scared anymore. I love you, Yeosang. That's the only thing I'm sure of."

For a moment, Yeosang didn't say anything. He just stared at San, his lips pressed into a thin line as if holding back a flood of emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, squeezing San's hand.

"But this... it's a lot, San. It's not just about us anymore. Your father, your family... all of it."

San nodded, his heart heavy but resolute. "I know. And I won't ask you to fight my battles for me. But I'm asking you to stay by my side while I fight them. Please, Yeosang."

Yeosang closed his eyes for a moment, as if gathering his strength. When he opened them again, there was a quiet determination there that made San's chest ache. He nodded slowly as San smiled "Thank you Yeosang i wont disappoint you ever again."

They sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of everything hanging between them. Finally, Yeosang let out a small, shaky laugh. "Well... lets go to my dorm and watch a movie or something its cold out here."

As they walked side by side toward Yeosang's dorm, the air felt lighter between them, though an unspoken nervousness lingered. They had both been through so much, and while there was an effort to move forward, San couldn't help but notice Yeosang's occasional quiet glances.

When they reached the dorm, Yeosang pulled out his phone and typed something quickly.

"Who are you texting?" San asked, leaning over curiously.