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No, his mother couldn't find out. 

He stared at the broken chain and empty space where his bike used to be. How the hell would he explain this to them? They would think he was making up excuses. Any other day would be fine, but he had something to do. 

"You alright, San-ah?" came a voice, just as someone locked their bike next to where his own had been. He looked up to see his Music teacher, Hongjoong, who didn't wait for a reply before he left towards the campus. 

An idea entered San's head. It was bad. It was risky. And it was definitely slightly illegal. But it was all that San had, and his spontaneousness never seemed to fail him in situations like these. 

He glanced around to check that no one was around, then he took out his pencil case and fished around for a spare paperclip. He quickly stuffed his possessions back into his bag and kneeled down, frantically reshaping the paperclip to be able to pick the lock. 

He pushed the clip in and fiddled with it until he heard a promising click. He dropped the paperclip and pulled the lock and chain off the bike, discarding them to one side. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, San got onto the bike and headed home. 

It was more of a struggle than he thought, with the seat far too close to the pedals. It made him smirk, remembering just how short his teacher was. Before he could think any more of it, he arrived at home. 

He jumped off the bike and put it in the garden. By now, he had it all planned out. All he needed to do was convince them that he was terribly ill, and they could rearrange the date, and he can take the bike back before his teacher even notices it was ever gone. 

He runs into the house, and goes straight to his room once he gets into the house, applying his palest shade of make-up. He stared into the mirror in his room, waiting for them to start watering slightly so that his eyes looked teary and bloodshot. Then, the final touch, which he thought was very clever, he pulled off his shirt and put on a thick hoodie so that he would sweat, but he was going to tell them that he was cold so that they thought he had a fever. San was amazing at thinking quickly. 

At last, he trudged down the stairs, dragging his feet as he did. When he saw his mother, he smiled weakly, acting like he was trying to hide that he 'wasn't feeling well'. His mother didn't seem to notice, or she didn't care if she did. 

"San, dear, I thought that you would try to conjure up one of your excuses to make us cancel!" his mother exclaimed, and San shook his head, feigning a wince as he did. 

"No, mum, I'm past that now. I'm happy for you." San said, purposely letting his voice crack slightly. 

A tall man entered the room, and he was so glad that he did - which was definitely a first. Usually, San hated when his mum's boyfriend - well, fiancé as of recently - pointed out things that were better left alone ("What's got you down, chap?" Just the thought infuriated him) but he was hoping for it now. 

"San-ah! How are you?" he asked, particularly loudly as he dragged San into a bear hug. San smiled, trying his best to look like he was hiding being dead inside. It seemed to work. 

"What's up, kiddo? Something wrong?" He pulled San's hood down and ruffled his hair. 

"Well- nothing. But could you stop shouting please? I have a headache." San lied quietly. His future step-dad frowned. San had to try extremely hard to not celebrate his amazing acting skills. 

"Are you coming down with something, buddy?" San shrugged, looking down at his feet. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets, then suddenly snapped his head up. 

"Excuse me-" he said, rushing to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind himself, making fake retching sounds. He was almost laughing out loud as he did. He knew for a fact that he was enjoying this too much. 

He could hear his mum on the other side of the door, but he decided not to respond, just for effect. At last, he stood up and turned the warm tap on, splashing some warm water onto his face and where the top of his chest was exposed because he was wearing only a hoodie. 

He waited another few minutes before he opened the bathroom door. His mother and her fiancé were on the other side. He looked at them with misery in his eyes, then said, 

"Let's go, shall we?" Both of them stopped him as he made his way out of the bathroom. 

"No way, bud. You're sick, so you'll be staying right here." San internally rejoiced. 

"Oh." he said, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic, "I guess you guys can go and visit the wedding venue without me, then." San said with a sigh. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear. We'll stay home with you and do this another time." San felt like he was actually sick when his mother said that. 

However his plan was meant to turn out, it certainly wasn't this. San was lying in bed, his mother and her fiancé downstairs as they tried to book another date to visit the wedding venue. When he checked his watch, he found that it was only 20 minutes until the lunch break at his uni. It would take about 15 minutes to cycle there, 10 if he was quick. 

Quickly, he got out of bed and opened his window, climbing out without an ounce of hesitation. He dropped into the garden, wincing when his ankle popped. It didn't hurt too bad, so it couldn't be more than a sprain at worst. He got up, taking his (Hongjoong's) bike and getting on as quickly as possible, then he began to head out, just begging that no one noticed that he left. 

With his ankle aching as he cycled, he was close to falling off several times. At last he made it to the university, and he checked the time to find that he was just in time. He internally rejoiced, pushing the bike towards the rack. Returning the bike at last, San put the chain back where it was and locked it and was about to leave when he heard a voice. 

"I'm glad that you decided to return it, I was getting close to reporting my missing bike." San turned pale enough that he could have passed as ill without having the make-up on. He turned around to see Hongjoong, who was facing him with a snug smirk. "Or rather, my stolen bike." 

San shook his head dumbly, stepping away from the bicycle as if that made him innocent. 

"Seonsaengnim, it isn't what it looks like-" 

"No, San, it's exactly what it looks like. Do you have a reason to be stealing your teacher's bicycle?" San paused. He nodded, smiling guiltily. 

"And what is that reason?" Hongjoong asked, crossing his arms the way he did when San turned up late for class. 

"I- my bike was stolen." San explained, pointing to the broken bike chain. 

"Oh, and I suppose you think that justifies stealing someone else's bike?" San nodded, and Hongjoong rolled his eyes, "The answer was no, San." San nodded, mumbling a small 'oh'. 

San began to walk away, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"I'm really truly sorry, sir, but I have to go." San said, beginning to head away. Hongjoong stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. 

"San, if you don't ace that memory quiz tomorrow, I will report you." Hongjoong warned, and San nodded. Who knew that such a small guy could be so intimidating? 

"Yes, sir, I- I promise I will." San said, walking away from the scene as quickly as possible. 

"This is a strange side of you, San. Are you sure that this is the same person in my Music class?" Hongjoong asked, rather teasingly, and San shook his head vigorously. 

"No, sir, I'm not like this. I don't usually act like this. Stealing bikes isn't normally my thing, I swear. I'm better than this." 

"Why don't you try telling me the same thing when you aren't running a fever, okay?" Hongjoong said, with a smirk that made San's heart sink to his stomach. Why was he so bothered about leaving a good impression on his teacher? 

"No, I'm not I just- I was avoiding helping my mum and her fiancé with their wedding plans." San explained, but regretted it when he saw the judging look on Hongjoong's face. 

"No, I mean- I was sick, I wasn't faking it. All of this rubbish that I'm telling you, it's all just because of the fever." San lied, and Hongjoong could see his face going red through the layer of pale make-up. 

"Now go home, San-ah. You look like you just crawled out of bed." Hongjoong smiled as he waited for San to walk away. 

"Well, I did." San said, immediately regretting it. Why did his mouth keep running on without him telling it to? 

"Why don't you go back to bed? We can discuss this after class tomorrow." Hongjoong gave San a pat on the shoulder. 

"Well that was eventful." San mumbled, beginning to walk back home. 

His phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket to find that it was his mother calling him. He glared at the phone for a few moments, and then answered the call. Hongjoong was watching him as he unlocked the chain around his bike. 

-

He had no idea how he ended up like this. Well, he had some sort of idea of how he ended up here. His mother had called him, asking him where he went. Reluctantly, he explained the whole problem, and his mother told him that he could find somewhere else to stay that night. 

This happened often, and San's usual person to turn to was Jung Wooyoung. However, he knew that Wooyoung had company that night, and he had learned that interrupting Wooyoung and Yeosang's date night was something he would never, ever do again. Out of options, San turned around. Hongjoong was still there. 

"Sir…" 

"No, San, not a chance." Hongjoong said, a stern look in his eyes. 

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!" 

"Yes, I do. I know that it is to do with your mother asking you to find somewhere to stay, and that is already enough for me to say no, San. I am your teacher, in case you had forgotten." San rolled his eyes. 

"Please! You wouldn't let a student sleep out in the cold, would you?" San begged, pouted cutely as if that would help. It did, but Hongjoong wasn't about to admit that. 

"Then book a hotel room for the night." Hongjoong suggested, but San shook his head. 

"No, I don't have my wallet. I left it at the house." 

Hongjoong looked reluctant, and he looked around briefly before he grabbed San by the wrist, making the student gasp. 

"You won't speak about this, to anyone. You owe me one now, San." If Hongjoong wasn't so short, San would be shaking in fear by now. 

"I'm going to ride my bike home. You're going to wait here. I'll get my car, pick you up and take you back to my house. I'll leave you there and you will do absolutely nothing until I get back from my last class of the day. Do you understand?" San nodded, just glad that he won't be sleeping on a bench that night. And so that is how San ended up in his Music teacher's house, alone, half an hour later. 

The house was bigger than he expected, but rather plain. He'd probably just moved in. San ignored the instruction to do absolutely nothing, and instead he roamed around the house, looking at the variety of objects that were messily scattered around on the coffee table and other surfaces. 

As he approached the master bedroom, he remembered what Hongjoong had told him before he left, "Don't leave the living room, unless it's to go to the toilet, don't touch anything and do not go into my bedroom under any circumstance." San had already stolen that man's bike and was now staying in his house, so why not take another risk? 

When San opened the door, it revealed an average bedroom. Honestly, San had been expecting him to be growing weed in there with how defensive he was. He looked around, opening the vanity's top drawer to find a scattered array of make-up. San felt himself getting jealous of all of the expensive brands, so he closed the drawer to stop himself from attempting to steal some of the expensive eyeshadow pallets. 

There were picture frames on the bedside table, and San picked one of them up. It must have been a picture of fairly recently, because Hongjoong didn't look much different to how he looked now. 

When San put the frame down, he heard a small whimper from underneath the bed. Extremely confused, he stood still and waited until he heard it again. It wasn't a whimper, he found, it was a meow. And then two cats came out from underneath the bed. San cooed, picking up the smaller grey cat and stroking it between its ears. 

The cat scratched at his sleeve and leapt out of his grip, landing on the floor next to the large black cat. 

"Don't be shy." San whispered, kneeling down to pet the cat. At first he could hear it snarling at him, but eventually it began to purr. San smiled, sitting on Hongjoong's bed and placing the cat on his lap. 

The larger cat jumped onto the bed, curling up beside him and meowing loudly in a demand of his attention. He laughed at the jealousy, and stroked the other cat too. The grey cat leapt out of his lap, climbing up the handles of the drawers to settle on top of the vanity. As it did, one of the drawer knobs fell off, and San stared at it in disappointment. 

He leaned down and picked up the drawer knob, hearing the large cat whine at him for not giving it attention. He tried to screw the knob back into its place, but after many failed attempts he opened the second drawer and put it in there, hoping that Hongjoong wouldn't notice. 

He was about to close the second drawer when something caught his eye. When he gave the drawer a proper look, he realised why Hongjoong hadn't wanted a student to be snooping around the room. San laughed quietly, his eyes scanning over the collection of lube, condoms and sex toys. San hardly found it enough to get defensive about, but then again, you can tell a lot about a man by what's in their second drawer. 

San could sense his mind going to places that he didn't want it to be, and before he knew it, he was thinking about that seconds drawer far more than he intended to. Who did Hongjoong keep those devices for? Or did he have them for himself? Did that mean that Hongjoong was gay? Or did he just have specific preferences? 

San quickly closed the drawer, picking up both of the cats and closing the door to Hongjoong's room. If he was lucky, Hongjoong would trust him enough to not even think that he had been in his room in the first place. Let alone the second drawer. 

For the next hour, San sat on the sofa in the living room, petting the cats and watching TV. Hongjoong had turned it on for him before he left so that San didn't even need to touch the remote or leave the couch unnecessarily. 

When the door unlocked, San mentally prepared himself for lying to Hongjoong's face. He looked up at Hongjoong when the man entered the room, and the teacher placed his bag down near the sofa and he looked at San. 

"Good evening." Hongjoong said, and San smiled at him. 

"Good evening to you too." 

The grey cat meowed from San's lap, and the black cat jumped off the sofa and snuggled up at Hongjoong's feet. Hongjoong leaned down to stroke the cat, but he looked up at San with concern in his eyes. 

"They were in my room when I left." Hongjoong said, his voice quiet and cold. San tensed. He was screwed. 

"Well, uh- they were meowing really loudly. So I let them out of your room. I didn't go in there, I swear." San said quickly, but he knew that Hongjoong knew that he was lying. 

"Choi San, why did you go in my room?" Hongjoong asked, not a hint of his usually happy tone left in his voice. San shrugged. 

"Why did you break my trust? Why, when I'm the one who's giving you somewhere to sleep tonight?" Hongjoong asked, and San could hear the building anger in his voice. 

"Sorry. It's not a big deal." 

"San, it doesn't matter if it's a big deal or not. I told you not to go somewhere in my own home, and you ignored my very clear instruction." 

"Listen, I already said I'm sorry! I don't know why you care so much!" San said, raising his voice. The grey cat crawled out of his lap. 

"San, I can't just let you consistently do what you want! There will be consequences-" 

"What, because you didn't want me to see your sex toy collection? Well guess what, it doesn't matter to me!" 

"Get out." San thought he'd misheard. It was quiet, and he could see that Hongjoong's face was turning red with embarrassment and anger. 

"What? You said I could stay the night-" 

"I said get out! Get the fuck out of my house, San!" San promptly picked himself up from the couch, heading to the door. He took one last fearful glance at Hongjoong before he left. 

When it got dark that night, San was left with no choice but to remain outside. He spent most of his time hanging around inside shops that were open 24-hours, but he was asked to leave because he wasn't buying anything. He walked through the cold night, shivering as the wind bit unforgivingly at his skin. He regretted not wearing anything underneath his hoodie. 

By the time it was midnight, San had found an unoccupied bench, where he now sat alone, exposed to the cold weather. Just when he thought the night couldn't get any worse, it started to rain. The rain wasn't refreshing whatsoever, it was pouring from the sky in huge droplets of cold water that soaked into his clothes and skin. Even when he put his hood up, he could feel his hair getting wet. 

He was shaking uncontrollably within five minutes, and the downpour didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. He stood up, his legs wobbling like jelly when he did. He ran to an alley as quickly as he could, hoping that it could shield him from the harsh weather. He sunk to the floor when he finally got there, but the surface was far too uncomfortable for him to relax even in the slightest. 

He spotted a pub across the road, which was open and full enough for no one to notice that he wasn't there to buy a drink. Quickly, he stood from his space on the floor and rushed towards the building. The rain pattered onto his back, and as he ran he could feel the wind trying to push him in the other direction. 

He got inside the pub and let out a sigh of relief. Before he could even try to sit down, though, a man stopped him. 

"Hey, you can't just walk in here. It's band night, you gotta pay like the rest of us." San's heart plummeted to his stomach. He just stared at the guy blankly, until the tall man pushed his shoulder. "Did you hear me? You can't stand around, go and pay for your entry." 

San didn't have any money with him. But he couldn't leave. He was sure that he could freeze to death with the weather outside, and he had nowhere else to go. 

"Please, it's cold out there." San managed to squeak out, suddenly at a loss for words. The man didn't have much patience, and San could smell the scent of alcohol coming off him. 

When San refused to pay or leave, the guy he met upon entry wasn't the only person he had to deal with. That guy hadn't come to the pub alone, and now San had 6 guys to worry about, who were all just about drunk enough to want a fight. San just wanted to go home. 

They pulled San out into a nearby alleyway and shoved him against a wall. The cold bricks pressed against his back as one of the guys held him against it. 

"Can you just let me go?" San pleaded, but he received a punch to the gut. He doubled over, holding his arms around his middle. 

"We didn't tell you to speak." 

San tried to run away, put he was slammed against the wall again. He kicked at whoever was in front of him in hopes of giving himself a chance to escape, but he felt a hand grip his neck, and a first collided with his face. His entire right cheek exploded in what felt like a burst of flames, and he let out a cry of pain. 

He got a punch to the stomach, and he sank to the floor. Someone's foot flew towards him, and their shoe collided with his head. He cried out, feeling blood begin to trickle down his forehead. More and more kicks and punches came his way, knocking his breath out of him and leaving him sobbing in pain. 

When they finally left him alone, he was too weak to stand. He lay there in the cold, shivering as rain continued to pour down onto his already frozen body. He didn't manage to fall asleep that night, instead being pulled into unconsciousness from the overload of pain and cold. 

When San woke up, only a few minutes had passed. He still had so many hours left until morning. Sure, his mother would let him stay if she saw the state he was in, but he had no idea where he was. He wasn't familiar with the area that Hongjoong lived in. 

He began to pull himself to his feet, and he took a careful step out of the alley. He fell, but he pulled himself up again. Time and time again, he fell to the floor, being coated in rainwater from the puddles on the floor. Each time he dragged himself to his feet and pushed himself to take another step. 

By the time he was a street away from Hongjoong's house, it was morning. People were around, and he knew that people were giving him looks as they walked past. They probably thought he was drunk as hell. Just when he began to feel hope that he could make it, he saw Hongjoong's car go past. If he was on his bike as usual, maybe San would have gotten his attention, but that morning was far too cold for riding a bicycle to work. 

San collapsed onto a bench, deciding to catch some much needed sleep. He closed his eyes, but something was pestering him. He had a headache, and the noises around him were far too loud for him to sleep. No. This can't be happening. It must have been karma or something of the sort, because San felt ill. Just like he had pretended so the day before. 

-

When Hongjoong taught his morning class, San wasn't there. He had told himself the night before that he would probably punch the boy if he heard him say another word, but now he was beginning to feel guilty as he searched the seats. 

He was anxious as he taught his students, and he decided that he had to do something about it. So, he paid a visit to the IT teacher, Kang Yeosang. After his morning class, he knocked on the door of Yeosang's office, and the door opened immediately after the third knock. 

"Do you know how to find students' timetables?" Hongjoong blurted out, before even paying Yeosang a proper greeting. Yeosang nodded, opening the door to let Hongjoong enter his office. 

"A 'hello' would be nice." Yeosang said as he seated himself at his desk. He gestured to the chair at the side of the room, which Hongjoong sat at once he did. 

"Yes, sorry. I just need you to do me a favour." 

-

San didn't have another class today. Of course, but with any reason, he might turn up in the cafeteria at lunch. Hongjoong headed straight there, even though there was still half an hour before most people's lunch break. 

He waited, his leg bouncing under the table that he was sitting at. Once people finally started filing in, Hongjoong's eyes scanned through the small crowd in search of the familiar dark-haired boy. He was nowhere to be seen. 

Hongjoong waited right until it was nearly the end of the lunch period, and he visited the library instead. He looked around the library's café and approached the counter. 

"Ssaem! Do you want your usual-" 

"I'm not here for coffee." Hongjoong said to the student at the counter. The university hired students to work in the café to earn some money while they studied. 

"Jongho… have you seen Choi San today?" Hongjoong asked, and the student looked at him, puzzled. "He's one of my students. Tall, silver streaks in his hair, pretty good looking?" Jongho shrugged, raising an eyebrow. 

"Why? Did something happen?" 

Hongjoong shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"No. No, it's fine. I'll stop interrupting you." With that, Hongjoong turned around and left, leaving Jongho with a questioning expression on his face. 

-

Hongjoong was anxiously driving back home, now feeling extremely guilty. If San ended up coming in the next day with some big cheesy grin on his face because he made him worry, Hongjoong was going to slap him so hard that he won't even remember why Hongjoong kicked him out of his house in the first place. 

Or maybe that was it. 

Maybe San was avoiding him because he yelled at him. Maybe San was mad at him. Or worse even, maybe San was scared of him. Hongjoong tried to focus on the road, but he was so many 'what ifs' that he couldn't think straight. 

And then his eyes skimmed over the bench on the sidewalk, inhabited by a boy in a black hoodie, curled in on himself and shivering. Hongjoong almost stopped in the middle of the road, but he thought better of it and pulled over. 

He muttered curse words under his breath as he got out of the car, and the boy hadn't even woken up from the sound of the car. He kneeled down next to the bench, receiving a few questioning looks from strangers as he did so. 

"San-ah… San, wake up." He gently pushed the boy's shoulder, and he flinched as he began to wake up. He groaned, pulling his knees closer to his chest as he pushed Hongjoong's hand away. 

"Please… it's too cold on the floor." San mumbled, pulling his hood further over his face. 

That's when Hongjoong caught sight of- was that blood on San's hoodie? 

"San… I'm so sorry. Let me take you back to mine, okay?" Hongjoong said softly, and San slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. He lifted his head to look at Hongjoong, and the latter gasped. 

"What happened?" Hongjoong asked, glancing at the cuts and bruises on San's face. There was dried blood running all down the side of his face from the wound on his temple. San shrugged, closing his eyes as he bit his lip. 

"Too cold outside. They didn't let me stay inside." 

Hongjoong felt guilt surge through his veins as he watched San's head nod as he drifted into a brief sleep. 

"San. San, come on, you have to help me out here." Hongjoong said as he attempted to pull San to his feet. The latter groaned, placing his arm over Hongjoong's shoulder for support. 

San's height - well, Hongjoong's lack of height - made it difficult, but he successfully strapped San into the passenger seat and strapped himself into the driver's seat. He drove the last part of the journey to his house, occasionally glancing at San to check on him. 

-

Hongjoong felt terrible. Absolutely, utterly, unforgivably terrible. Well, emotionally. San actually felt terrible. His head was pulsing with pain and he couldn't tell if he'd actually woken up yet as he watched Hongjoong gently clean his wounds. 

"San… I'm so sorry. I was being stupid and sensitive. I should have thought about how it would affect you." Hongjoong said as he leaned over to clean the blood off San's forehead with a wet cloth. 

"Hm… s'okay. I made you angry." San admitted quietly, and Hongjoong nodded. 

"You did. I'm glad that you know that." Hongjoong said, smiling ever so slightly. San winced as Hongjoong cleaned his wound, the latter looking at it with a thoughtful pout. 

"You taught me a lesson." San said quietly, but Hongjoong shook his head. 

"I didn't. I didn't go the right way about it at all." 

"Then I taught you a lesson too." San said, looking at Hongjoong with so much genuinity in his eyes. Neither of them said another word, and Hongjoong stared into San's beautiful eyes, lost in them like they were an endless galaxy of stars. 

Hongjoong's mattress and bed sheets were soft underneath San's hands. And the smell of his deodorant was clear even though it was fading throughout the day. And their breathing was quiet, but so loud in his own ears. 

Hongjoong had instinctively leaned down as he'd been cleaning the wound, and they were only inches apart. San could feel his breath against his face, and it was refreshing. Hongjoong leaned just a little bit closer. San closed his eyes… 

… and he sneezed. 

He had never hated himself so much. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see how disgusted Hongjoong was. Well, that could not have gone worse. Even he felt absolutely disgusted, and he wasn't even the one who just got sneezed on. 

Hongjoong's laugh was the most relieving this he had heard all day. To be fair, he hadn't heard much as he had been asleep all day, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Hongjoong didn't now hate him more than he already did. 

"I'm sorry." San said, but Hongjoong barely heard him as he laughed hysterically. "I have really bad timing." 

"What are you talking about? That was perfect timing." Hongjoong wheezed, and San smiled slightly. 

"Well… yes, but I interrupted the moment." 

"Oh." Said Hongjoong, his laughter having subsided, "We were having a moment?" San flushed red, wanting to avoid Hongjoong's gaze even though the latter's eyes were all he could look at. 

"I mean… you don't think so?" He asked, playing with his sleeve. 

"San… you know, I'm kind of not allowed to think so." Hongjoong said, and San shook his head as he propped himself up on his elbows. 

"No, seonsaengnim-" 

"For Christ's sake, just call me Hongjoong." San smirked slightly and nodded. 

"Okay. Hongjoong. Listen, I'm not a high school kid. It's not illegal, it's just… looked down on." San reasoned as he sat up properly, trying his best to read Hongjoong's expression. 

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Hongjoong asked, his eyebrows raised. San's eyes widened as he backtracked. 

"No! I mean… I didn't mean it like that." 

"Like what? What did you mean, San?" Hongjoong asked, smirking. 

"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you." San said, narrowing his eyes. 

"Is that a threat? Are you threatening your-" San pressed his lips against Hongjoong's. 

His brain was having an aggressive debate about whether to be happy, angry or both, and it was burning with all of the screaming silence, while his heart was exploding in fireworks and sending sparks into his stomach. He didn't open his eyes when he pulled away. Again, he didn't want to see the result of what he had just done. 

He felt Hongjoong's fingers tapping gently on his side, waiting for him to open his eyes. He sighed deeply and pried his eyes open, meeting Hongjoong's gaze immediately. 

"I'm sorry." 

"What for?" 

"You know what." 

"I do. And don't be. Because, do you know what my first thought was?" Hongjoong asked. San shook his head, his gaze fixed on Hongjoong. 

He watched Hongjoong's beautiful dark eyes, and his tinted red cheeks, and his pretty pink lips, the same lips that San had just kissed. 

"Finally. My first thought was 'finally'. San… I think I was just too scared to make the first move." 

San smiled slightly, looking down as his cheeks turned pink. 

"And… what about now?" San asked, looking at Hongjoong hopefully. Hongjoong didn't answer. He didn't need to. He leaned in and caught San's lips in a long, gentle kiss. 

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