"Okay, let's go!" With his bag bouncing against his back, San came storming around the corner of the school, to the spot he told Yeosang to wait for him.

The younger had went to the parking lot, to tell his friends some bad excuse for not joining them anyway, and although Yeosang did feel a tiny bit hesitant about spending the day with San, he also felt a small tickle in his stomach that someone would cancel other plans to be with him.

It definitely wasn't something he was used to, and the dark clouds which had covered his mind after his break up last night, were slowly starting to disappear.

"Where to?" While being dragged away by a hand pulling his sleeve, Yeosang followed the younger with confusion written all over his face.

"If we hurry we can catch the next bus!"

"The bus?"

"Yeah?" San turned to look over his shoulder, and with a small chuckle he shook his head when he noticed the disapproving look on Yeosang's face. "Jisung is showing off in front of some freshmen in the parking lot, so I can't go get my car right now."

"B-but..."

The many suggestions to how to otherwise solve the current issue, were all left behind while San continued dragging him down the street to the nearest bus stop. Couldn't they just go get each of their cars and then meet afterwards? Sure, Yeosang had no intentions of letting anyone at school know that he was going to hang out with Choi San - but if getting on a bus was the alternative, he wasn't sure which one would be the lesser evil.

Scrunching his face together, Yeosang was eyeing the yellow sign and the timetable underneath. He had never in his life been on any form of public transportation - and it wasn't something he had ever intended to do.

"It smells weird in here..." he grumbled, as he was sitting down on the seat by the window, with San next to him. Yeosang hugged his bag in front of him, glaring at the people around him.

Noisy kids throwing things at each other, elderly men who stank of cigarette smoke, and a woman with a dog which was drooling from it's open mouth... 

"Welcome to the city bus," San said with a grin, and a playful nudge of his shoulder against Yeosang's.

Staring out the window, which had fingerprints and other greasy looking spots on it, Yeosang didn't hold back on his opinion of the big, orange vehicle.

"It's filthy. I don't like it."

"You always say whatever is on your mind, don't you?" The younger laughed, leaning back in his seat with his legs extended and going under the seat in front of him - it was a mystery to Yeosang, how he could look that relaxed.

Yeosang opened his mouth, but quickly shut it again. It suddenly occurred to him that in fact didn't always say whatever was on his mind. Well, there was some kind of always, since he apparently always did it whenever talking with, to or about San. But other than that, he had been taught all his life to stay silent unless asked about his opinion.

Strange, he thought to himself, but at the same time he wasn't that surprised. He had known for a long time now, how San would make him act out in ways he wasn't raised to be - something which had both annoyed and scared him before, but now he was starting to feel rather intrigued by it.

The bus ride lasted for about twenty-five minutes, way longer than taking the car, and while Yeosang kept his complaints to himself - he did sigh with relief when they finally got off to walk the rest of the way.

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"Are you hungry?" San asked, already leading Yeosang towards the kitchen, where shining marble surfaces and silver hardware looked so spotless that anyone would doubt that the kitchen ever had been used.

"A little, I guess?" Shrugging his shoulders, Yeosang sat down on a barstool at the kitchen island in the middle of the room.

"I'll make you something then!" San replied with a proud smile, but Yeosang wasn't that easy to impress. He looked at the younger with a raised brow, and a slight chuckle on his lips.

"You? You're going to cook something?"

"I'll go change, and you better change that attitude while I'm gone!" The younger then scoffed, pulling his tie off and already unbuttoning his shirt on his way towards the door. With a hand through his hair, pulling it backwards, he turned to look at Yeosang before he left the kitchen. "Don't worry, I promise you, you've never tasted anything better."

The way San made sure to bite into his lower lip at his last statement, caused Yeosang's body to heat up in an instant. And it didn't make things easier for him, when San sent him a playful smirk, as he walked out the room. Yeosang cheeks were burning, and he rubbed them with his hands - as if it would help at all.

Yes, they had already kissed, several times in one night, they had slept together. But they had both been slightly drunk, and Yeosang was riled up after seeing Seonghwa cheating on him. Now, things were different, and suddenly Yeosang wasn't quite sure on what to do - or if he even wanted to do it again... Did San want it? Wasn't he just flirting with him?

Shaking his head, Yeosang sighed deeply. So many questions were making his head spin, and although the younger had just caused a strange feeling to stir up his body, Yeosang still didn't know what he wanted. Or did he?

San then returned in a way more casual outfit than the school uniform, swung an apron around his waist and started to pull things out from the cabinets and the fridge. He then placed all of it on the kitchen island, opposite from Yeosang, while humming a happy tune.

"So... What are you making?" Yeosang asked, doing his best to sound as interested and not judgmental as he could.

"Something every Korean loves! Kimchi jjigae!" While San was busy chopping vegetables, he looked so focused and serious that it took Yeosang by surprise. He had never seen the younger being that concentrated before, who would have thought that making sure to chop the onions in equally big sizes would be the thing to do it?

Yeosang hesitated for moment, of course he knew what kimchi jjigae was, but he had never eaten it himself. His parents had always been very fond of the French and Italian kitchen, so those were the cuisines he had grown up with. Any traditional, homemade, Korean dish was as far from his culinary experience, as the actual country of France was from Korea.

"I... I've never eaten that before," he quietly confessed, and San's eyes darted up to his right away. "Actually, I've never even had anyone make me an actual homemade Korean meal..."

"What? Well... Guess I'll be your first then," San said with a smile, which was way different than the cocky attitude he had had, when he went to change his clothes just before. Instead it was soft, on the verge to being shy - and he quickly looked down at his chopping board again.

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"No wait," San held his hand out, gently placing it around Yeosang's to lead it towards the bowl of rice. "You take rice with your spoon first, and then, dip it into the stew."

Following San's lead, Yeosang's cheeks were blushing up from the soft touch - and as soon as the younger had let go, a strange feeling of the need to feel his hand again was blossoming.

"Wow... this is delicious!" Yeosang exclaimed, covering his mouth in surprise and his eyes widened up while he happily nodded.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" With a cheeky grin, San scooped some rice up onto his own spoon.

"Sorry..." Feeling a bit embarrassed, Yeosang looked down into the burning hot stone bowl, where the strew was sizzling and steam rising towards the ceiling. "Never would have thought you knew how to cook. It's really good... But, it's also very spicy..."

Sweat was trickling down his forehead, and Yeosang reached out for some paper towel to wipe his face with. But in the small haze of the hot and spicy food, and the way the glance of San's brown eyes made him feel all bewildered, Yeosang forgot about one thing.

"What's that?"

A soft fingertip stroked down the side of his face, close to his eye, and Yeosang froze - his hand falling down, almost dropping the paper towel.

"It's... It's a birthmark..." he mumbled, and he instantly bent down to get his bag. He always carried a compact foundation with him, just in case.

"Why do you always do that?" San then asked with a voice so sincerely curious, and eyes wondering but also somehow sad as he watched Yeosang pull out the makeup.

But Yeosang chose to ignore the eyes watching him, and he flipped the compact open and angled it for him to see the reflection of the red mark in the small mirror. "Do what?"

"Cover your birthmark."

"Because... I think it's ugly... Everyone does. It's a flaw." Yeosang muttered, and in his own mind he added the usual 'and I can't have flaws.'

Suddenly, a hand was pushing against his own, and Yeosang almost fell down from the barstool in surprise. San was looking at him, staring almost, with his lower lip sucked in and a frown on his face. He then snatched the compact from Yeosang's hand and closed it with a loud snapping sound.

"I think it's pretty," he said, leaning in closer, pushing the food aside and reaching out to touch Yeosang's cheek.

His fingers stroked across the place where Yeosang knew the permanent mark was, but he just stared at San in surprise. The younger then smiled, his entire face softening up and his eyes glistening just before he closed them - placing a soft kiss on Yeosang's face, on the birthmark.

The gentle touch of his hand stayed behind as he pulled away, slowly moving down around to the back of Yeosang's neck. The brown eyes were still looking at Yeosang like he was the most beautiful thing in the world - and it made Yeosang blush like crazy. San then smiled again - his eyes turning into the shape of crescent moons, and the most adorable dimples showed on his cheeks.

Yeosang looked at him, captivated. Every time he looked at San, he noticed something new about the younger - something so pretty.

"I think you're pretty," Yeosang whispered, and with a tingling feeling filling up his body he leaned in to kiss San's lips.

And this time it felt different.

This time they weren't drunk, weren't out on a mission to catch a cheating boyfriend - this time he wasn't cheating. It was just the two of them, in San's kitchen and with delicious homemade food waiting for them.

"Yeosang..." San gasped into the kiss, his tongue following the moves of Yeosang's, twirling around while desire was wrapped itself around the both of them.

Everything was spinning, from his toes to his head, when San's hands slid over his thighs. Yeosang hummed into the kiss, exploring every part of the younger's mouth with his tongue, and loving all the small sounds that came from San.

"The... The food..." Yeosang mumbled, his head tilting backwards while San's lips were sucking on his neck.

"It's okay... I'll heat it up again for you later," the younger purred, unbuckling Yeosang's belt with a quick move of his fingers. "Let's go to my room..."

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