A heavy sigh forced itself to fall from his lips, as Yeosang opened the doors to Hell. The deepest, darkest circle of Hell, disguised as a perfect home furnished by the most sought after and highest paid interior designers.

He walked through the hallway, where overflowing bouquets of lilies were placed on each side, on side tables made of marble and with golden legs. The flowery scent filled up his nostrils, but it was so overwhelming that it almost made him sick. He stumbled around, aiming his exhausted and still intoxicated body towards the bedroom.

"Where have you been?" The deep voice coming from the open door to Seonghwa's home office startled Yeosang so bad that his heart began pounding in his chest.

The presence of the older rarely caused a reaction to happen, but after seeing San again Yeosang felt all of his senses being on highest alert.

"Oh, I see." Seonghwa stepped out right in front of him, instantly catching onto the two things Yeosang already knew he would notice. The smell of alcohol and another man. "Remember, the car will pick us up at 10 AM."

With that, Seonghwa disappeared into the office again, shutting the door between them and letting Yeosang off the hook easier than expected.

Undressing in the bedroom, Yeosang stared at the wedding photo by the bed, while neatly folding his clothes before putting them into the laundry basket.

Certainly there had been a time where he tried to love Seonghwa, to find the feelings he once had towards the older. Park Seonghwa was, and always had been, everything Yeosang had grown up to believe to be the perfect man. But much like Yeosang himself, the older had a very hard time getting over the Choi San thing.

"Don't be foolish, Kang..." he mumbled into the pillow, squeezing it tightly in his arms as all the all feelings he had pushed aside for so many years, began to bubble up inside of him.

He had told himself many times over the years, that whatever he had felt towards San had been nothing but a small crush - if anything at all. They had barely even had any time together, a couple of months couldn't have meant as much, as his stupid brain would like him to believe. Yeosang was certain that the memories only hurt so bad, because he was stuck in that loveless marriage with Seonghwa.

But that did not stop the tears from falling that night, much like many nights before. Although tonight, it hurt a lot more than usual.

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"I hereby declare the new Children's Hospital for open!"

Seonghwa was looking very handsome, in his royal blue suit, as he cut the red bow in front of the entrance to the new hospital in Gangnam, but Yeosang had his eyes elsewhere.

Next to his husband was one of the doctor's, waiting to give a speech. And that man was none other than the one Yeosang had seen the night before at San's restaurant. The tall, kind-looking man, who had made San's eyes light up.

Jung Yunho was his name, and his voice was as kind as his face, as he spoke about gratitude and hope with such sincereness that it had Yeosang feeling bad for actually hating him a little bit. It was hard not to feel jealous when looking at him. Yeosang kept telling himself not to feel that way, he had no reason nor right to do so - but he still couldn't stop.

His eyes drifted away, looking at the crowd around him, and deep in his heart he hoped to see San, but at the same time he didn't. If the younger was there, it would mean that Yeosang would have to watch him and Yunho showing their love and affection towards each other again, and it surely wasn't something Yeosang was in the mood for.

"I won't be home tonight," Seonghwa said, as they sat in the car on their way home.

Yeosang simply nodded. Seonghwa was never home on a Sunday night, but he somehow still had to say it every week, not that Yeosang cared though. Every Sunday the older spent the night with his lover, whoever that person was for the current time being.

"But I will come and pick you up for brunch with my parents tomorrow," the older then added.

"Sure..."

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Yeosang stared at the drops of wine running down the inside of the glass, as he slowly put it down. He had emptied more than half a bottle by himself, sitting alone in the kitchen. He scoffed to himself, looking around the room which was rarely used - and when it was, it was only by professional chefs cooking up some fancy gourmet meals.

Cursing behind his teeth, Yeosang was about to pour himself another glass, in hopes that it would wash away those stupid memories that kept popping up in his head. San must have hated him now, the look in the younger eyes had been quite revealing when they saw each other again. But at the same time, Yeosang couldn't help but wonder... The name of the restaurant...

The bottle was put back down, and instead of drinking one more glass and then going to sleep, Yeosang took a drastic and not very well thought out decision.

He hopped down from the barstool he was sitting on, and went to the bedroom to change clothes. A rather casual outfit in his opinion, black trousers with a white t-shirt tucked into them, and a black blazer on top. Then, he left the apartment, heart beating faster every time the number in the elevator got lower.

"Good evening sir, do you want me to call the car for you?" the doorman politely asked, as he saw Yeosang walking through the foyer.

"No thanks, I'll walk. I need the fresh air..." Yeosang responded quickly, and for some reason he avoided eye contact as he rushed out the door.

A tiny feeling of shame was making his stomach turn, but not enough for him to turn around and go back inside. He walked down the streets, and although he told himself he just needed to clear his head, and that he had no particular destination in mind, he also knew he was lying to himself.

Twenty minutes and a horrible ride with public transportation later, Yeosang stared at the wooden door in front of him.

"What are you doing... Just go home..." he whispered, but it didn't stop his hand from reaching out towards the door handle.

Not only was it late, it was also - possibly - the last place on Earth he should be at.

"Sorry, we're closed for today-" At the sound of the door, San turned his head as he spoke. The blonde hair was swaying softly, but the light in his eyes disappeared the moment he saw who was standing in the door. "What are you doing here?"

Yeosang was asking himself the same question, a question which had repeated itself in his head all the way to the restaurant.

"You weren't at the opening of the new hospital today?" he then asked, stubbornly deciding not to back down without at least trying. But what he was trying to do, was still left in the uncertain.

"Well..." San sighed, throwing the cloth in his hand onto the table next to him. "Much unlike you and your perfect husband, Yunho and I still have our separate lives despite dating."

San leaned against the edge of a table, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, while he glared at Yeosang - brows furrowing down and everything.

"I'm asking you again, what are you doing here?"

There was no love hidden in those eyes, no sign that he had ever had any kind feelings towards Yeosang at all, and it had Yeosang feeling out of breath. He stood awkwardly by the door, now regretting even going there - and truly questioning what kind of black out his brain must have suffered from when it came up with the decision of seeing San again.

"Don't you have some other place to be? Some fancy event to attend?" San then scoffed at him, rolling his eyes at the same time. "Where everyone shits money and drown themselves in champagne, while being so utterly amused over the lives of the people that are so beneath them? Really, I actually admire you Yeosang, how you are still able to live in that kind of world..."

"You used to be part of that world as well..." It was hard to even hide how much San's spiteful words were affecting him, and his voice was shaking a little when Yeosang mumbled under his breath.

But San did not back down that easily.

"Yes, used to, and thank God I'm not anymore!"

"San..."

"Why did you come here?" San suddenly stepped forward, walking towards Yeosang with his eyes burning angrily, causing Yeosang to take a step backwards. "Wait, let me guess. You got bored of your uptight lifestyle again, and you thought you'd go waste your time, by wasting mine?"

"It's not like that..."

"Really? So you're not bored with your life? With being Seonghwa's little trophy wife?"

Hearing San talk like that, so hateful and mockingly, got Yeosang feeling angry himself. He clenched his fists at his sides, glaring back at the younger male.

"Stop it!" Yeosang snapped, hissing through his gritted teeth and taking a step forward again, even though it meant that they would be standing right in front of each other. "Don't shit on me, just because you feel bad about your shitty life, San! It's not my fault that your family lost everything! But don't even for a second think you can look down on me, I'm miles above you!"

"Oh Kang," San chuckled, rolling his eyes while throwing his apron aside. "Eight years later, and you still act like a fucking high-schooler. You really think I hate my life? I built this place, I worked my ass off for years! What did you do?"

Whatever San was trying to do, it must have been working. Within seconds, Yeosang had lost the determination that had rushed through him, and he was left standing all speechless. He had no good comeback, he knew he couldn't lie - his name was all over the tabloids, telling all the pointless and shallow stories of his life. Even San must have heard of them...

"Why do you have to behave like this?" His voice came out weaker than he wanted to, but Yeosang suddenly felt exhausted. He wanted to cry, he could already feel the itching feeling in his eyes, but no way in hell was he going to cry in front of San. "W-why do you have to be so rude to me? We haven't even seen each other in eight years!"

"Because you broke my fucking heart, Yeosang!" San then shouted, and he took one step back while shaking his head. His lips were trembling, and the look in his eyes changed. Yeosang knew that look, he wished that he didn't, but he did. "And just because it's been eight years, doesn't mean that it hurt any less."

The younger then turned around and grabbed his apron from the floor, but from the way his shoulders were raising and falling so fast, Yeosang knew he was about to cry. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out, but before he could touch San, the younger pulled away without even looking back.

"Get out. I don't want to see you ever again."

San walked towards the kitchen, fast, slamming the door behind him. But Yeosang knew he couldn't feel hurt or sad by it. It was his own fault after all...

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