𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 || sansang

1.11 Heartbeat

Yeosang pushed his food around on the plate in front of him, zoning out from the shallow conversation his parents were having across the dinner table. The obligatory family dinner that happened once in a blue moon, when his father actually was home from the office.

All Yeosang could think about, was getting out of there as soon as possible, and excusing himself to a study evening with Hongjoong - which of course was a cover to go see San.

One week had passed by, and with everything being so new it all seemed like one big adventure. They still kept whatever they had together a secret, and it only made it all the more exciting - Yeosang had never felt more alive.

But there was still one thing he dreaded more than anything; his parents finding out that he and Seonghwa had broken up. And today wasn't his lucky day.

"How come we haven't seen Seonghwa around lately?"

With a sigh ready to leave his lips, Yeosang looked at his mother, who was staring back at him with her usual cold eyes. She wasn't quite frowning, but it was close - if she ever had smiled, Yeosang surely couldn't remember when.

"Oh, I-" His hand dropped to the table, and the fork clicked against the edge of the plate, with a brief but awkward silence following. "We... We are not together anymore."

His mother's eyes widened up, while her lips pulled into a thin, straight line. His father's glare was burning from the left side of the table, and Yeosang felt sweat already gathering at the back of his neck. He knew the day would come where he had to come clean about the break up - and while it definitely would be better to get it over with, he now regretted saying anything at all.

"I'm sorry, what?" His father said, and the tone in his voice was as cold and dangerous as a raging blizzard.

"We broke up..." Yeosang mumbled, and although he knew he shouldn't look away - he simply couldn't help but look down at the table and not as his father.

"Why in the world would you break up? You two are perfect for each other!" His mother then said, her voice turning almost shrill and while she looked calm she was clearly upset. "And this close to his father's election."

She shook her head, not holding back from showing the distress and disappointment in what she saw as her son's foolish selfishness.

"We grew apart..." Yeosang lied. He had to lie, although he didn't like it, he didn't have any other choice. "We want different things in life."

"Please explain to me," Mr. Kang said, leaning in across the table with his hands folded in front of him. "What things you could possibly want, that Seonghwa can't give to you? Don't you want a good life, Yeosang?"

Yeosang swallowed a lump in his throat, more than ready to give up on the conversation - but he knew his parents wouldn't let that happen. They had loved Seonghwa from the second they met him - handsome, ambitious, hard-working, and with an aura of authority that Mr. Kang never saw in his own son.