As he glared across the table, Yeosang emptied another glass of wine. How many he had had already was uncertain, he had stopped counting along the way, as the rage inside of him had increased significantly - and the wine intake didn't help at all, quite the opposite actually.

Couple dinner in a fancy restaurant, with a lovely ocean view, great food and observant waiters who filled his glass whenever he had emptied it. He shouldn't have anything to complain about, but he definitely had.

Yeosang was sitting across from Seonghwa at the round table, with Hongjoong and Hyunjin on each side of them. He couldn't stop thinking about the things he had heard Hyunjin say to Seonghwa earlier that day, and when they all met up for dinner, something inside his head just clicked.

He had watched in frustrated silence how Seonghwa was being the perfect gentleman and pulled out Hongjoong's chair for him - and although it would be completely natural, as Hyunjin was taken a seat on the other side of the table, Yeosang was fuming.

To the world, they were still the same couple as they had always shown outside the walls of their home. Seonghwa was the perfect man, the professional and hardworking politician, and Yeosang was his loving, attentive, but most importantly submissive husband.

But knowing what he knew now, and had done the things he had, something didn't add up in Yeosang's head. At the same time, things made perfect sense when he looked at Seonghwa and Hongjoong interacting with each other.

He then started to think back, at how Seonghwa always had been so nice to Hongjoong, possibly too nice? Always complimenting him, and paying attention to him whenever he was in the room. Could it be that the secret Seonghwa was keeping from Yeosang, was the reason as to why the older didn't get along with Hyunjin? As to why Seonghwa had refused to attend the wedding of Hongjoong and Hyunjin?

Was Yeosang's husband in love with Hongjoong?

"That's a new wedding ring, isn't it? It's very beautiful," Hyunjin said next to him, and Yeosang finally moved his attention away from watching Seonghwa's every move like a hawk.

"Thank you," Yeosang replied with a forced smile. "It is new, yes."

"Oh, how come you've changed it?"

Yeosang let out a lie that the old one broke, while raising his newly filled glass of wine. While the red liquid ran over his tongue, he sent a side eyeing glare across the table again. It was most likely the alcohol speaking, but he could've sworn he saw some flirting going on between the other two. How disrespectful of them, right in front of their respective husbands.

He then turned to look back at Hyunjin, studying him for a brief moment. If Hyunjin knew something about Seonghwa, that the older had kept a secret - something that seemed like quite a big issue, how come Hyunjin hadn't revealed it yet? But then again, Hwang Hyunjin had always loved drama, and if he was waiting for just the right time to drop the bomb, then it wouldn't surprise Yeosang in the slightest.

As Yeosang engaged in another conversation with Hyunjin, although not giving two damns about talking with his former high school acquaintance, a million questions stormed around in his head. And the solution? To drink even more wine.

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"I'm so glad we went on this trip together, aren't you?" Hongjoong asked happily, and a tiny bit tipsy, as he dropped down on the couch next to Yeosang.

All four of them were back in the resort house Hongjoong and Hyunjin were staying in, getting a few drinks together after dinner, while listening to some soft jazz music.

"Totally," Yeosang mumbled, sipping from his cocktail glass while staring blankly into the air.

The alcohol had taken over his body, leaving him not only feeling but also looking quite sulky. In other circumstances, Seonghwa would have corrected him for his attitude, and his slouchy posture, but tonight the older didn't even seem to notice Yeosang was present.

When Seonghwa handed Hongjoong a new drink, Yeosang saw red. He had gotten all of his own himself, without Seonghwa even offering to pour him one, and he had had enough. Frustrated and angry, he got up and left the room.

"Yeosang? Where are you going?" he heard Seonghwa call out behind him.

"I'm going back to our place to sleep!" Yeosang shouted back, not even looking over his shoulder while rushing out.

As he stumbled down the hallway in search for the way out on his drunken legs, his head was spinning out of control and he suddenly felt very nauseous. He found the way to the guest bathroom instead, and only just managed to lock the door before he threw up into the toilet.

"Gross..." he grumbled to himself, in between the vomiting.

Yeosang quickly lost track of time, not aware at all of how long he was in the bathroom. He threw up a few times while he was out there, but in the end he just sat on the cold tiled floor and looked at the ceiling with teary eyes.

His finally felt like he was finding a path through his life, that he could bear to live with - and now everything was taken away from him once again. He sniffed a few times, dried a small tear away with the back of his hand, and then he sighed heavily.

"Now what..." Without moving his stare away from the ceiling, he stuffed his hand into his pocket when his phone suddenly started ringing, and he answered the call without looking at the number. "Hello?"

"Yeosang? Are... You okay?"

The voice at the other end of the call made him flinch in his spot. His heart was instantly beating rapidly, and he felt even more out of breath than when throwing up.

"San?"

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

Bad time indeed, Yeosang thought to himself, but he didn't want to say it out loud.

"No."

San went silent for a few seconds, followed by the sound of him clearing his throat. Whatever he had to say, Yeosang had no patience for waiting for it.

"What do you want?" he asked, a bit harsher than he had intended. But with all the drinking, vomiting, head spinning, and secrets that kept piling up - he couldn't handle any more problems.

And him talking to San could definitely end out as a problem.

"I need to talk to you. Where are you right now?"

Through the drunkenness it was hard for Yeosang to figure out what San was up to, what the particular strange tone in his voice meant, but Yeosang did know one thing... He would be foolish to believe that anything good would come out of the conversation.

Maybe San just called him to say that Yunho finally proposed, and that they were so happy together. It wouldn't make sense, but in Yeosang's current state he was only expected the worst of the worst.

He and San were history - and history shouldn't repeat itself.

"I'm in Bali," he then said. "With Seonghwa."

"Oh... I see."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Silence again.

"San?"

"I... You know what, it can wait. Sorry for disturbing you."

San hung up, and Yeosang rolled his eyes while shoving the phone back into his pocket. As he got up, he felt a sting in his chest, but he told himself it was only caused by the alcohol, and nothing else.

After fixing himself in the mirror, he went back to the others, determined to find out what was being hidden from him this time. Of course he could just go to Hyunjin and ask, but if he would even tell the truth was an uncertainty and possibly for drama Yeosang didn't want to risk.

He must've been gone for quite a long time after all... Hongjoong had fallen asleep on the couch, snuggled up with a pillow hugged tightly in his arms, and snoring lightly. Yeosang couldn't find Seonghwa, but maybe the older had went back to their place to rest - since Yeosang so angrily had announced earlier he was going back himself. But then it would be strange that Seonghwa hadn't tried to call him, when he didn't find him in their bed.

Yeosang smiled to himself, while looking at Hongjoong. At least this meant that Seonghwa wasn't off sleeping with Hongjoong in that moment. Soft tunes of music was still coming from the speakers, and Yeosang walked around the room trying to find the blazer he knew he had been wearing for dinner - but had no idea of where he had left when they came back to the resort house.

Distant voices suddenly caught his ears, and as the last time hadn't turned out as good news, he felt his heart in his throat, as he silently snuck over to listen at the double doors separating the living and dining room. The doors weren't completely closed, and a small crack was left open between them, just enough for Yeosang to take a secret peak into the other room.

"Stop it Hyunjin, it's not funny," Seonghwa said on the other side, looking fairly upset as he spoke although trying to keep his voice down.

"What? You were the one to agree on going on this trip. I didn't force you."

"I only agreed to make Yeosang happy."

"Oh, so now that you finally got him to fuck you, everything is fine between the two of you? Don't be such a liar, Park!" Hyunjin sounded as mocking as the last time, and Yeosang couldn't understand why Seonghwa even put up with that attitude.

Seonghwa had always been the one to look down on Hyunjin, to label him as a no-good kind of person, who lacked common curtesy and good manners. But Yeosang didn't have to wonder for long.

Back in high school Yeosang had thought of Hyunjin like a cat. Sly, and not to be trusted. He and Han Jisung had loved to create drama, only to step back and watch the chaos unfold in front of them. Somehow they always got out themselves without any trouble, and Yeosang had despised them throughout the three years they shared the same hallways.

And when Hyunjin suddenly reached his hands out, and his arms swung around Seonghwa's neck, while a smirk on his face - Yeosang saw that same sly catlike boy he used to know.

Even when being as drunk as he still felt, Yeosang expected nothing less than for Seonghwa to push Hyunjin away. But he didn't. The older kept standing right where he was, but his face changed drastically. His eyes flickered about, before looking down at the floor, and his shoulder were trembling.

"What's wrong, baby?" Hyunjin then said, purring almost, with his lips getting closer to Seonghwa's. "Don't you love me anymore?"

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