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San was a fairly jealous guy, it's something even he cannot deny, the tale of his jealousy over Wooyoung’s friendships was pretty famous among his peers so it made sense he’d be a jealous lover too. It wasn’t his best feature but he tried not to let it become a problem, keyword being tried.
So naturally, when he got into a relationship with Yeosang, which he still finds disbelieving sometimes because that man is ethereal, he knew these ugly emotions will show their heads soon enough- no matter how careful he was. Yeosang was a pretty chill guy, he spoke less but always hit you with a fact, he was funny in his own deadpan kind of way, and he rarely initiated anything too sentimental or clingy, but as weird as it sounds, he was the one who asked San out. Nobody believed him, they thought he was pranking them (since Yeosang doesn’t show obvious interest either), San let it be- it bothered him but he wasn’t gonna annoy Yeosang into parading their relationship when it was new and San honestly enjoyed being with the blonde, so it came as a surprise to everyone including himself when Yeosang barged into his class announcing they were going on a date after school and left just as abruptly.
Physical touches were San’s love language but Yeosang’s was his startling thoughtful actions, they were polar opposite but something just worked between them, and San wanted whatever it was to keep working. In an attempt to preserve his first real relationship since he had not much experience in the field of dating, he took advice from his utterly useless best friend who said, “Just don’t be an octopus around Yeo, it’d be fine”, utterly useless. But… he was desperate so he did follow through it reluctantly, aware that Yeosang spoiled San but that didn’t mean Yeosang wasn’t compromising. So he did the opposite of what he normally does, doesn’t message Yeosang twenty times a day- instead, he doubled to fifty times for Wooyoung (who isn’t really thrilled at the annoyance), tried his best to hold back the urge to curl around Yeosang as much as he could- and god was it extremely painful, kept the PDA to the minimum, he also made himself scarce when Yeosang needed to study, or work, meeting the man when he was free enough to hang out properly. It wasn’t the best. Really. San sometimes hated it. But it didn’t seem like Yeosang was affected, so clearly, he did the right thing.
But avoidance always comes with a price, haven't we learned from all the tv shows?
“Yeoo! I didn’t know you were coming back early!” San greeted him happily, Yeosang sometimes crashed at his place when it was too chaotic, because their university was just ten minutes away from here, even before they started dating.
“Oh yeah, I thought I would swi-” Yeosang stopped, his eyes scanning San’s attire, black leather pants, and a tank top with the white jacket that Yeosang really likes on him. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Oh ah! I told you about my friend Soobin, right?”
“Right,” San thinks he imagined the rough click in his voice “The one you have been hanging out with every day”
“Well, not every day, Sangie” San giggles, “I have only one class tomorrow, and that’s also for students who are gonna submit after the deadline so I got a day off! I knew you were busy so Soobin invited me to his party”
“Oh. I see. I do have… four classes tomorrow”
“And your work” San reminded, though he felt dejected inside because it's been a week since he got to hang out with Yeosang, and he even came early today! But he knew Yeosang probably wanted to relax and rest before surviving another day. “I can stay back though? It’s not even that important, an-”
“It’s fine. You should go, I was going to sleep anyway” Yeosang cut him short, it wasn’t cold per se but San hadn’t heard him speak like that often. It wasn’t his usual behavior, but before San could read more into it, the realization that Yeosang didn’t want to spend time with him anyway bugged him. He swallowed the stupid hurt, nodding hesitantly before grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone.
“So, I- I will see you later” Yeosang hummed.
They didn’t even kiss.
Fuck.
He is not gonna act clingy. No. He- ah, shit. He wants to cry.
“Sannie, you came!” Soobin smiled brightly “I thought you were gonna ditch me!”
“As if. It's not like you are surrounded by people” He replied, chuckling lowly and motioning to the group of people around him, he wasn’t in the best mood but at least Soobin helped, to be honest, Soobin had been great- especially since Wooyoung was having the time of his life with Seonghwa, San had nowhere he could vent and scarce, hanging out with Soobin made him less lonely.
“Nothing like the San medicine!”
“Oh shut up” He finally smiled back “I need something strong”
“Babe, you are a lightweight” Soobin freed himself from the crowd and walked towards San, and flicked his forehead.
“Binnie!” He whined, rubbing at the sting, knowing the other man couldn’t resist when he got pouty. Soobin sighed before dragging him to the makeshift bar, Felix was bartending and he made a mean martini. They stopped in front of the table filled with different types of drinks, Felix looked really busy with a string of people ordering his combinations.
“Oh hey! San hyung, should I start with some orange juice?” BangChan laughed, the guy would probably spend the whole night on that stool, staring at his boyfriend. How lucky.
“Ha fucking ha” San grumbled, at this point, they all knew he was down in three shots. “at least give me something with a kick”
“Your funeral” Felix warned, but started doing his magic, San sighed as he draped over the bar stool, he couldn’t bring himself to even dance, too unhappy at the thought of being away from Yeosang when they could obviously make time for each other. Guess he should have a talk with him. He tried his best and took Wooyoung’s advice, but this wasn’t him- he needed physical presence, and no matter how much he liked Yeosang, maybe even more, he just- “Here, the alcohol percentage is really low, you can have two more of these before you start slurring”
“Thanks, Felix, love you”
Before long, San was already falling over his steps, Soobin’s hand permanently situated around his waist. He felt bad for making the guy leave his own party early just because San couldn’t hold his liquor, he got reprimanded when he expressed his concern, and Soobin told him to shut it before he throws him over the bridge.
San couldn’t make out any words but he knew that voice, and also he felt so lightweight like he was floating-
“Sorry to disturb you, I would have let him crash over my place but those heathens wouldn’t be leaving until 4 in the morning so, here’s your delivery”
“Why are you… carrying him?”
“Oh, he’s trashed” Soobin chuckled “He absolutely sucks at drinking, Felix even mixed up his drinks, and yet here it is. He kept stumbling so it was just easier, can I come in?”
“…sure” He definitely didn't look like he wanted Soobin anywhere near his place.
“Thanks!” Soobin made his way to San’s room, having been there a few times now, laid him gently over his bed, “A simple soup should help him, since he barely drank anything, I would have bought a take-out from his favorite place but he was a handful” He laughed at his own joke, Yeosang wasn't exactly a conversationalist and Soobin rambles when he feels awkward.
“His clothes?”
“I took care of it, don’t worry, not without his consent, he had his trouser over my place, I just gave him my tee”
“You mean changed his clothes?” Okay, he hears it, the sound of a ticking bomb.
“Ah, yeah” Soobin stood awkwardly for a few seconds, “Well, I should get going”
“Alright”
~
Yeosang was boiling. It was one thing that San wasn’t acting like his usual clingy self for a month now, but this was- this was too much. Showing up asleep in some guy’s arms, black-out drunk (even if he had two shots), the same guy he’d be hanging out with every time Yeosang asked him what he was up to. He hated these ugly emotions, wasn't used to feeling them, and never had any reason before but now, shit, it was really annoying.
“Sorry Yeo, I didn’t mean to disturb you” He was pouting. And apologizing for a completely irrelevant thing. Yeosang never cared whenever San disturbed him “I know you needed rest, I told Binnie-” Binnie, Yeosang seethed “it’s fine but the party was too loud and- and-”
“It's fine,” He says, knowing he sounded a little angry “Eat. I have a class so I am gonna leave early. You have plans today?” San almost thought they could hang out today, but Yeosang would be too busy, and he didn't seem like he was in a good mood either.
“Not really, I might just chill at home and go out for a bite”
“Okay, I will see you later”
“Are you really angry?”
“I am not”
“Yeo, I am really sorry, I won’t distur-” Yeosang made an annoyed noise, something about the tightening of his jaw really turned on San but he needed to calm down before Yeosang threw him out for being a pervert.
“We will talk later” Yeosang finally sighs, dropping a soft kiss on San’s forehead, “Bye”
~*~
“Oh no, I don’t think your boyfriend likes me, like at all”
“Yeosangie just seems that way, but he is really nice”
“Please, he didn’t speak more than a few words, it was all clipped” Soobin complained, “I really thought he was gonna punch me for touching you”
“Now you’re just having a laugh, Yeosang never gets jealous, that’s me” San snickers, they are waiting for Yeonjun and Wooyoung since they were getting off early, San hoped to see Yeosang but they were on the third floor, Yeosang’s classroom was on the fourth. “Though he was upset with me today, I must have irritated him by coming back drunk or dist-”
“You really believe that?”
“I mean what else is there to justify?”
“My Sannie is getting all serious, huh?”
“Soobin!”
“Oh, come here” San struggles against his grabby hands, but Soobin’s bear hugs were the best and San was practically touch-starved at this point, plus… Soobin was freakishly strong, he can barely fight against him. Soobin back-hugged him, his hands wrapped around his waist, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, San sighs in relief, leaning his head back. Hugs were really the best.
Yeosang saw the whole thing. Unbeknownst to the other two, busy in their own world.
Soobin then gave an evil laugh before his hands started tickling San who broke out in loud squeals and laughter, he was shorter compared to Soobin and could only fight back so much, he pushed desperately but all that did was make Soobin fall back on the seat, with him on his lap, still gasping for air. The position was not looking innocent to the onlookers.
“Oh, you’re a bastard!”
“I don’t think so, my mom was married” When Soobin finally relented, San saw a very familiar blonde in his line of sight, an immediate smile gracing his face.
“Yeosangie!” He stood to get up, but Soobin’s hands were around him, Wooyoung and Yeonjun came back just at that moment, the tension was obvious to both of them except the actual culprits. “I didn’t think I would see you today, is it your free lecture-” As soon as Soobin let him go, San was approaching Yeosang, happy at the pleasant surprise, he heard Wooyoung mutter ‘Oh boy’ but he just ignored it in the favor of Yeosang.
“I… no, I thought I heard you from the stairs” Yeosang’s expression was neutral, which wasn’t unusual except for the clenching of his jaws again, and his fist, adding to the way his words seemed cutting despite his casual tone.
“Okay, we-”
“I need to head back” And he left just like that.
“What- what was that?” San asked once Soobin and Yeonjun left too, Yeonjun still had some things to wrap up, and Soobin told him to update later.
“Oh darling, what did you do?”
“It’s not always me, Wooyoung” San felt hurt. Wooyoung instantly came to hug him, even if San pretended to pull away.
“I am sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean that. Yeosang seemed unhappy seeing you two like that, I am the only one he has seen you be so sticky to, and from what I saw, you haven’t been paying much attention to Yeo either”
“Me? I thought you said he doesn’t need me being an octopus around him- I gave him space! But he obviously didn’t care seeing as nothing changed- so- so I just- I don’t know what to do…”
“Well, safe to say my advice was garbage, he doesn't seem to mind your clinginess, not if that's his reaction to the space. You have to talk, obviously. Because that man right there was jealous”
“Come on, it's Yeosang- when was he ever jealous for me?” Wooyoung gave him a withering look, the one that clearly said ‘how can you be such an idiot, sometimes?’ and doesn’t clarify or scream about some obvious signs. They needed to communicate no matter how annoying that sounded. “Well, something’s definitely on his mind so I have to either way… let's just go eat”
“Stress eating, huh?”
“Don’t make me murder you”
~*~
Yeosang didn’t go back to his lecture, he couldn’t, the image was imprinted on his mind and every time he thought about how Soobin’s hands were causally touching San like it was such a normal thing to do, and San was- he was letting him do as he pleased. Fuck. He normally didn’t react so much, or let it affect him but sitting the remaining lectures seemed like a waste of time when he wasn’t going to pay any attention.
San.
What the hell happened?
It was around eight that he went back to San’s apartment, Yunho wasn’t coming back tonight either and despite being angry, Yeosang did… miss the black-haired man. He came home to an empty place, and wondered where the hell San was, he didn’t have anything else to do today. Then he went to change, cleaned up a little, and started on dinner- it was scary how much San had wrapped him around his finger.
The jingling noise of keys opening the door alerted Yeosang.
“Yeosang?”
“In the hall” It was quiet for some moments before San appeared in front of him, the sight of that tee exploded something inside him. He took another deep breath.
“Dinner?”
“Uh- l-later… we- should talk”
“Yes” Before Yeosang could start his side, San broke it first.
“You haven’t kissed me in a while” He pursed his lips “I- I-” God, San didn’t want to cry. “Did I do something wrong? I tried my best to accommodate, I don’t know what-”
“Accommodate?” Yeosang lost it. In retrospect, he shouldn’t have but there were rare chances he becomes an idiot. “Really?” those simple words were so cold, San almost had a whiplash. “Because I don’t remember being oh-so buddy-buddy with some stupid guy is accommodating, that hanging out with that same annoying guy every fucking day instead of your own boyfriend is accommodating, that letting others touch you so easily is accommodating!”
San stayed silent for a few seconds, processing the sudden and unexpected outburst from Yeosang. And holy mother, Yeosang cussing shouldn't be so hot, it was almost unfair hearing him cuss with his deep and slightly growling voice. Ah, keep it in your pants, Choi.
“W-Wh- I don’t- wait- you were jealous?”
“That’s what you took?” Okay, he was really angry.
“I- no, I mean- I didn’t think you’d ever be jealous, it's usually my thing… it wasn’t… I didn’t expect it” San shutters, he doesn’t know what to do now, losing his footing, he was going to confront Yeosang about all the things that bothered him, and made him sad, but Yeosang springing on him that he was jealous absolutely threw him off his game.
“And that fucking tee-” Yeosang shuts his mouth, eyes stormy with such emotions that San has never seen before. Did he mention Yeosang cussing was really hot?
Oh. It finally dawned on what the hell happened.
San quickly went to his room, even though it would seem really dumb from other’s perspectives, he knew what to do, or at least what he should for now. He quickly changed into Yeosang’s well-worn tee, it was one of the baggiest ones the blonde owned, and his blue shorts that Yeosang liked so much. He stumbled a lot more than normal but time was of the essence, he ran back to where Yeosang was sitting now, on their sofa, his expression thundering. And hot. Really hot.
“Where did you- oh” San internally did a happy dance, something shifted in Yeosang’s expression, glinting recognition and a little sagging of his shoulder. San slowly walked to his side, tentatively crawling over to Yeosang- San gave up on his strategy, it was obviously not working and he knew how to make things better with touches, not with words- he mostly sucked at it.
“I am sorry, I didn’t- it was often because I missed you, Yeo, I missed you so much but I know you are serious about your studying and work- I have a habit of barging in- ask Woo, I have made him bunk classes and so many things just because I was being clingy, but that’s Woo, he wouldn’t- I know he is fine with me, he is used to it and he does the same thing. But you, you mean so much to me, I’d be devastated if you- if you decided you had enough. I know my skinship is too much, and- mmff”
Yeosang kissed him, it really had been too long, because once he started it was hard to pull away, even when the need to breathe felt alarmingly necessary but Yeosang couldn’t stop from licking into his lips, biting those soft pink flesh, from stealing those pretty sounds San made.
“Who told you to stop being San?”
“Huh?” San replied in a daze, Yeosang resisted the urge to dive in once again.
“I… I like how you are, Choi San. You’re so giving, no matter what, you love with your whole heart, I am not used to the kind of human you are, just so full of light that it’s hard to see you without shielding my eyes” San blinks, trying to process the words because... was Yeosang actually being poetic for… for him? “When I asked you out, I was fully aware of how you are, being physically and mentally attached, knew you cared too much, loved too much, and wanted just as much in return, and I wanted, Sannie, I wanted. I also knew I couldn’t give you everything, wasn’t enough, but yet, selfishly, I wanted to be with you”
“I- I don’t mind, Yeo, you have always been- you spoil me a lot, nobody knows but despite how you are, you keep on giving me everything I need. That was exactly why I- I stopped- I didn’t want you to comprom-”
“I wasn’t. Your touches, your care, you- I always want it, even if it's hard for me to ask for it- or show it. I never forced myself to give you whatever you asked, Sannie. I love to make you happy, as much as you do. I missed how you waited for me to finish on my couch, how you whined to give you attention, how you curl around me like a kitten, how you message me every morning and night, telling me about all the things that happened- even if I can only understand little, I liked knowing I was first to come in your mind- that you thought of me so often. If I want space, I will ask for it, but don’t you ever distance yourself from me again because I hated every minute of it”
“Yeo…” San sniffled, “Oh god, we are idiots” he hugged his boyfriend, and for the first time in a while, he was almost in Yeosang’s lap, hands wrapped tightly around his neck, “I was devastated”
“I am sorry”
“I-Its not your fault”
“I made you feel like you had to change yourself, even if it was some misunderstanding, we both suffered stupidly for no reason” Yeosang smiles at the end, the small content smile that San missed so much.
Finally, after talking for a while, they both settled into comforting silence, and it was fine, Yeosang wasn’t the man of many words and for San, cuddling in his boyfriend’s lap was more than enough. It was pretty late, Yeosang usually slept early- his limit is 12 am but at this moment, the both of them were wide awake, just basking in each other’s presence, uncaring how the clock showed two in the morning.
“I can’t believe you were jealous” San murmurs into his neck, giggling a little “The Yeosang, jealous for a lil old me?”
“Shut up” Yeosang huffs, though he seems embarrassed, cheeks tinged with red “Just because I don’t show it doesn’t mean I am always a nice guy”
“Waaaait, what?” San instantly got up from the embrace, still on Yeosang’s lap but sitting, facing him “What do you mean by ‘always a nice guy’?”
“…nothing”
“Sangie! Spill!” San pouts, he always thought Yeosang was immune to his cutesy, his puppy eyes, but the way Yeosang reacted right now, he was having some doubts about all the other things he assumed about the blonde man.
"I get jealous too, San, and not the typical kind, it's messy and... well, I am not above using dirty tricks to get back at the person. I am not proud of it but when Soobin- when you kept on diverting all your attention to him, and today when you were in his lap, it wouldn't have been too long before I punched his face blue. Well, maybe not, I am capable of it but I don't want to be a delinquent... though I have been thinking about beating him up for a while." San gasps at the confession, he knows hearing Yeosang talking about beating up another guy for him should not be making him all hot and bothered but San was a little turned on.
"Who are you, Kang Yeosang?" San whispers, the shutter in his breath giving away how affected he feels at the moment, Yeosang tilts his head in confusion, gouging San's reaction. He was expecting San to be concerned for voicing such things, or be a little upset but...
"Your boyfriend, hopefully," He whispers back, but with more confidence, his smile cocky with a knowing glint in his eyes. San seems to turn slightly red at that, biting his lips to stop smiling in response. Yeosang grabs San by the waist and situates him over his crotch, who whimpers at the sudden action and feels Yeosang getting hard because of him. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, hmm baby?"
"Yes please," San says immediately, the thought of having Yeosang all to himself again and whatever the blonde was going to do was mind-numbing, "I want to be a good boy for you"
"Ah, fuck, I forgot how easy you are for me" Yeosang chuckles appreciatively, grounding San so he wouldn't try to buck against him, "Is it okay to continue, baby?"
"Yes, always, for you, I am yours, Sangie"
"Mine? Are you sure? See, for the past few days, it didn't feel like you belonged to me- how will you rectify your mistake?" Yeosang murmurs against his skin, San's hands are wrapped tightly around him while Yeosang's are holding onto his waist. He drops soft kisses over the pale flesh, and knows how impatient San gets, he might love to tease but he could never bear being teased long enough, always came without any restraint.
"N-No, Yeo, me and Binnie are just- ouch!" Yeosang bites sharply into the hollow of San's throat in irritation at the mention of the name. Seems like tonight San will learn at least some restrain. The bruise looked deep, a red-purple mark blooming right in the middle of San's throat, in public view, the thought gave Yeosang a pleasant satisfaction. "That h-hurt" He hears San whimper at the sting, and it's an adorable sound, the kind he wants to hear again and again throughout the night.
"Good. It was supposed to. Do good boys mention other men in front of their lovers? In the middle of sex?"
"We are gonna have sex?" San asks excitedly, he knew it was hard to get time for it so they usually jerked each other off in creative ways, but this was a confirmation and San was entirely too happy to forego the scene that Yeosang had started. Bad decision. Yeosang sighed in exasperation, hiding his smile in the crook of San's neck.
"I guess gagging you would shut you up, am I right?" Yeosang questions, adding strictness to his tone, using his right hand to tug San's hair harshly, displaying his neck for more defiling. San's breath hitches at the suggestion, and at the rough treatment, Yeosang liked to be rough but they didn't do that often.
"Anything" San urges, "Whatever you want" Yeosang smirks at the response, expecting it but never tires of hearing it again and again, the eagerness San shows for him alone- he loved their dynamic. Then he puts his hand below San's ass, telling him to hold tight before he gets up with a grunt, he wasn't the strongest among their group of friends but he was strong enough to manhandle San- which they both loved equally. It took some effort but the result would always be worth a little back pain.
"Hmm, then let's tie you up and blindfold you for the night, I still want to hear your pretty moans so we will leave gagging for the last course" Yeosang speaks casually as he moves towards San's room, grinning when he hears San making an obscene sound at what was in store for him. Ah, it will be fun. "You won't be coming until I say so, if you did, I leave you tied up all night"
~*~
A week after the whole ordeal, San called Wooyoung and Soobin for a meet-up with Yeosang, he wanted to clear any bad blood between them, giving Soobin was still a good friend of his despite how much Yeosang finds him irritating. He knows it was all circumstantial, due to miscommunication and avoidance, once they knew each other a little, he was sure they'd be fine. Though he still cannot get over the fact that Yeosang got jealous because of him, and how riled up he became, the huge hickeys are still decorated all over his throat and shoulder- it had been embarrassing to hide them- or well attempting to, since they were on such an open place. His friends teased him relentlessly about it, and almost everyone eyed and whispered as most of them knew he was with Yeosang- it was scandalous. Thankfully he didn't have many classes, turtlenecks and scarves can only do so much. Wooyoung and Soobin had driven him crazy when they saw markings on his wrists, San had shuttered all the way through the explanation, they could barely believe Yeosang was even capable of such a deed. Soobin was shameless enough to ask for a treat as he was the 'reason' San got laid.
Yeosang was reluctant when San asked him to come, he was afraid he'd really punch Soobin in the face, San assured him it would be fine, it was only for half an hour. They decided to meet on Sunday evening, San also invited Yeonjun, just to put someone for Soobin's defense if it comes to that- just as a precaution. Wooyoung would be utterly useless in these situations, he'd be slurping his drink and enjoying the show rather than helping them out.
San came to the cafe with Wooyoung, Yeosang had an emergency so he said he'd come directly, the other two had arrived a little after them, not passing any opportunity to pester him endlessly, enough that he was blushing red by the time Yeosang finally arrived.
"Sangie, here!" San waves his hand, hoping his blush had faded away, Yeosang nods at him before approaching their table. Wooyoung makes a comment about how Yeosang will murder Soobin tonight, who in response shivers at the imagination (Yeosang can be scary when he needs to be), San makes sure to smack him hard before turning to Yeosang with a huge smile.
"Hi." Yeosang says, conveniently ignoring Soobin "Should I get your drinks?"
"You don-"
"Sure, Yeo, we have ordered for you too, I am sure it's ready by now" Wooyoung speaks in between, smiling innocently, "You and Soobin has the same taste" He smirks, ignoring San's glare "In drinks, obviously"
Yeosang's face doesn't show any emotion, but his eyes stray towards Soobin, who offers him an awkward smile, there's a silence for about five seconds before Yeosang grins sharply at the tallest among them, who gulps- remembering Wooyoung's comment.
"Okay" With that, he leaves to get their drinks. San drops his head on the table, sighing loudly, he can see Soobin is a little scared now- he might be a strong guy but he was... for the better word, not a very confrontational one, that was Yeonjun.
"Why did you have to do that, Woo? Are you nuts?" San bemoans, getting a snicker from Wooyoung who's obviously enjoying his predicament. San definitely plans a good prank for his best friend, and it's gonna be really cruel.
"Look at Binnie, he's shaking like a leaf" Yeonjun points out, chuckling at his reaction "I didn't think Yeosang could be that cold"
"I told you! He hates me! But what did you say? 'Come on, Soobinnie, Yeosang can't be that bad'. I mean I am in a happy relationship! He had no reason to be jealous" Soobin complains "It's all Choi's fault"
"Hey, don't blame me! Wooyoung told me to give him space, he's the bane of our existence" He was met with two agreements, Wooyoung mutters 'traitor' but nobody pays him attention. "That's why I called Yeonjun, so you know, he'd finally be at peace that you have your own man to roll in the hay with"
"Anyway, who's gonna tell him?" Yeonjun asks, shaking his head, not understanding how his boyfriend and his friend got themselves into this situation.
"How about, let's not tell him" Wooyoung wiggles his brow, his creepy evil smile back on his face "We can have so much fun- and so would you, by the looks of those marks-" San slaps his hand over Wooyoung's mouth, he should have brought a tape, or better, shouldn't have invited that idiot.
If Yeosang came back with all of their drinks except Soobin's, well, nobody said anything. Except for Wooyoung, he received a well-deserved kick from Yeonjun for pitting his boyfriend against the president of the student council (who had already removed Soobin's name from the list for the university trip).