𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 || sansang

1.13 Beautiful liar

Yeosang felt it the first time, on an otherwise very ordinary Tuesday afternoon, sitting in the kitchen of San's home - watching the younger cook for him.

The lovely smell of bulgogi fried rice filled his nose and had his mouth watering. San was talking about his big dream of owning his own restaurant, and the passion was shining clearly in his brown eyes whenever he looked up from the chopping board.

It had been almost one month since their unofficial relationship began, and although it was nice to take things slow, Yeosang couldn't escape that strange feeling inside of him - not that he wanted to either.

The second time happened about two weeks later. He was walking through the hallways of school, listening to Hongjoong excitedly talk about his new calculator, when San and his friends came towards them. The younger sent him a smile, brief but it was there, while pushing back his dark hair, which fell so perfectly back down in soft motions, effortlessly.

When the feeling occurred for the third time, one night between fairy lights and warm cuddles, the words were ready to slip right off his tongue - but the question that if San was ready to hear them, was what held him back.

"Can't believe it's almost Christmas season again," San mumbled with a small yawn. His breath was fanning like slow waves across Yeosang's chest, tickling and warm.

Yeosang swallowed the words he so very badly wanted to speak, instantly distracted by the dreading thought of Christmas Holidays with his family. It was the most important tradition to his parents, but the days which should be filled with love and joy were always only a simple imitation of it. An illusion, almost.

But maybe one day he would be able to spend Christmas the way it was supposed to be; with the ones you love, with a family of his own.

And when he snuggled down to kiss San on the mouth, having the silky smooth lips glide against his own, he knew what he had been feeling inside was real.

He knew that he was in love.

♡

Waiting for the right time and place had become something that took away all of Yeosang's focus. His eyes would sway away from the power point presentation at the front of the class, his hands would restlessly move around on his desk, or tap against his thighs.

Whenever he visited San, he couldn't think of anything else than to just tell the younger how he felt. But he wanted to make it perfect.

But one day, Yeosang began noticing a change in San's behavior - like he became somehow distant. Hoping that San simply had an off day, unfortunately turned into several bad days. His beaming smile faded, and so did the light in his eyes. His attention span also seemed to have shortened down again, and all the hard work he had put into improve his grades became a waste.

It didn't make things easier for Yeosang, that the younger always would answer with an "every thing is fine, don't worry," when asked if anything was wrong.