A/N: spoiler, yes their food will indeed get cold ;'))

Soft and dainty - like delicate clouds on a Summer sky. A moment where time stood still, and where two hearts were beating as one.

Fingers and sweet words laced together between kisses, which gradually grew from the desire exchanged from their lips against each other. Yeosang slipped his tongue into San's mouth, listening carefully to every pretty sound the younger made.

Heart in his throat, and with his hands trembling, Yeosang stroked down San's naked body - and it was absolutely lovely. Being together like that, under the covers of San's bed, it was only the two of them in the entire world, and Yeosang forgot all of his worries - all the expectations that would weigh him down, none of them mattered. The only thing that was important, was to make San feel good.

Their bodies connected, slowly and carefully. San dove his fingers into the locks of Yeosang's hair, kneading around and tugging it lightly, while he was blissfully winding on the bed. Yeosang locked their lips together again, as he pushed himself further in - almost bursting from the tightness around him already.

"Sangie..." San whispered, eyes closed and his wet lips parting in a low gasp.

Yeosang felt his heart skip a beat at the nickname. He had never had anyone call him anything but his actual name before - but he liked the sound of the new one. Very much. A muffled sound was pressing against Yeosang's lips, San shoving his entire tongue into Yeosang's mouth, with a swallowed moan.

"Does it hurt?" Yeosang asked, as he broke the kiss, forehead resting against San's while both of them were gasping for air.

"No, keep going," San whispered back, playfully biting Yeosang's lower lip and moving his body around with a disappointed pout since Yeosang had stopped moving.

The kiss was resumed, sloppily, sucking and licking each other's lips while Yeosang began moving again - although slowly to make sure San had time to adjust. San was moaning so sweetly under him, moving his hips at the same pace as Yeosang was pushing into him.

Soon, both of them were completely lost in the moment. Yeosang bit his lip - sweat was rolling down his face, and every time he thrusted inside he was sure the next would be the last. He was so daringly close to finishing already, and San didn't make things easier for him.

San held onto the sheet in closed fists, moaning louder as each thrust into him became deeper than the previous one. Yeosang let his lips move down San's neck, leaving no spot untouched, and he inhaled the sweet scent that made him feel all kinds of wonderful, but unfamiliar emotions.

"Sannie..." Yeosang had his eyes closed, and the nickname simply flew from his lips as the most natural thing.

A few minutes after, they both came at the same time. Yeosang's body was trembling, as the orgasm rushed through him and he finished deep inside of San. The younger wrapped his arms around his neck, pulled him down for a kiss - and afterwards their noses nudged against each other, while a soft giggle blended in with their warm breath.

"Call me that again," San said with a shy smile, brushing away the wet locks of hair from Yeosang's face.

"... Sannie?"

"Yeah... I like that."

"Me too."

♡

An hour of cuddling later, several candles were lit all around the adjoined bathroom - where San had made them a bubblebath. Yeosang looked around the room in awe, he had seen these kind of scenarios in moves and such, but never imagined he would experience it himself. Actual romance wasn't what he was used from his relationship with Seonghwa.

San snuggled up against Yeosang's chest, picked up the bubbly foam and blew it away to float around in the air, while Yeosang had his arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

"You have freckles on your neck," Yeosang smiled, tracing between the faint dots with his fingertip.

"You didn't notice that before now?" San said, with a voice that seemed like an attempt of sounding offended - but his cute chuckle gave him away.

It should be strange for Yeosang to see and hear San act that way, so sweet and soft. But the strangest part was - how it actually didn't feel strange at all.

"It's cute." Yeosang simply hummed, ignoring the invitation for a playful bickering.

"You think they're cute, but you hate your birthmark?" Looking over his shoulder, San frowned at him, but a teasing smile soon spread over his lips.

"That's different..."

"How?"

"It just is..." Yeosang said with a sigh, letting his head fall backwards to lean against the edge of the tub. "As I said, I don't like it, it's a flaw..."

"Sometimes you'll find the most perfect things, in the imperfect ones." With those words, San took Yeosang's hand in his own, and he placed a kiss right between the thumb and the index finger.

Yeosang didn't know what to say, and although San's words were making a surprisingly lot of sense - it was still hard to believe them.

Lost in their own little bubble, they didn't notice how it had gotten dark outside - and it was starting to get late. But even when the moon was clear on the sky, and the time was alarmingly close to the next day's first lesson at school, they still stayed up just to talk.

In those late night hours, Yeosang learned more about San than he had in all of those years they had known each other. From the very first day they met back in elementary school, Yeosang had been sure Choi San never would be someone he wanted to make friends with. And never ever end up lying next to in bed - listening to all the younger's biggest dreams.

San wanted to become a chef, he dreamed of owning his own restaurants - but with his father being one of the most respected lawyers in all of Korea, that dream would simply not be accepted by his family. Or anyone around them, actually.

But the way San's eyes sparkled when he talked about his dream, about cooking food that would make people happy - make them feel at home even when they weren't - that was the most beautiful thing Yeosang had ever seen in his life.

♡

Yeosang rubbed his eyes, and scrunched up his face to hold back a yawn as he walked down the school hallway with Hongjoong next to him. Whatever Hongjoong was talking about, was just a buzzing in Yeosang's ears, and when they turned a corner and he saw San standing only a few feet away, Yeosang didn't pay attention to anything else.

The younger was standing with Hyunjin next to him, leaned against the wall while talking - but as soon as he noticed Yeosang, San seemed like he was stopping himself mid-sentense. Their eyes met, but only briefly as neither of them were sure how to act around each other in public yet. It was a talk for another time.

"Is it true?" Hongjoong suddenly asked, and Yeosang instantly turned to look at him.

Nervousness was washing down over him, and he stared at Hongjoong with his lips parted but no words were coming out. He didn't even dare to look anywhere near San's direction anymore.

"W-what is?" He mumbled back, anxiously.

"Did you and Seonghwa break up?"

Yeosang didn't even care to know where Hongjoong had heard the otherwise unspoken news from, he was only relieved that his smaller friend hadn't caught onto something else - something which surely would have the entire school gossiping.

"Oh... Yeah... We did."

Hongjoong pursed his lips together, pushed his glasses back up as they were sliding down his nose once again - and then he just looked at Yeosang with this puzzled look on his face.

"But, why? You guys were so perfect together..."

The two of them continued walking down the hallway, and while the reasons for him to break up with Seonghwa could be explained in many different ways - some nicer than others - the answer became clear to him the second he passed by San.

"Sometimes perfect just isn't good enough, Hongjoong," Yeosang said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Sometimes you'll have to find the most perfect things in the imperfect ones."

"That doesn't make sense to me." Hongjoong snorted, and Yeosang knew that this reaction would be the mildest one he would get, as soon as the news started spreading. His parents were the ones he feared the most though...

"It's okay..." With a quick glance over his shoulder, Yeosang stole one last look at San before turning another corner. Their eyes met again, and San sent him a smile before returning to his conversation with Hyunjin. Yeosang then looked at Hongjoong, and with a smile on his own lips he said:

"Sometimes things don't have to make sense either."

♡