*mature*

Patience, and thinking about the consequences before acting had never been any of Yeosang's strong suits - everyone around him knew that, and he possibly knew it himself too, although he never cared to do anything about it.

And when he aggressively knocked on the large door with golden borders in front of him, he definitely didn't think twice that night either.

"Oh, Yeosang? What do I owe the pleasure?" Hongjoong opened the door, with a cocky grin, promptly leaning against the doorframe.

"We need to talk!" Without further warning, or waiting for Hongjoong to gesture him inside, Yeosang shoved his way past his old best friend.

It had been a while since the last visit at Hongjoong's place, but Yeosang definitely remembered it as looking a tad more neat than it currently was. Instead of the expected spotless, not to mention flawless home, the living room was left half-empty with moving boxes in the corner and missing the big paintings that used to decorate the dark green walls.

"Yes, as you can see, I've recently gotten the opportunity to re-decorate the place," Hongjoong sneered, walking past Yeosang and twirling around to sit down on the couch.

Yeosang stood for a while and looked around the room. There it was, the confirmation to the tabloid rumor Seonghwa had sent him the day before. Hyunjin had moved out, and left Hongjoong on his own. His selfish and vindictive own.

"You should get the walls painted before hanging up new paintings," Yeosang snorted. "It's a bit faded over there by the windows."

"Thank you for your great advice," Hongjoong retorted, with a roll of his eyes. "What do you want?"

Determined, Yeosang walked towards the couch, pulled out a chair from the dining table he passed by on the way, and sat down right in front of Hongjoong. Slowly he leaned forward, hands folded in his lap, and eyes glaring into the dark pits of his former friend's eyes.

"I want you to stop your bullshit," he growled. "And get the fuck out of my life."

"I don't see how that's even possible. I was never in it to begin with."

"What are you talking about?"

Hongjoong chuckled, diving his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, showing that the wedding ring with the huge diamond was still stuck to his ring finger.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Yeosang," he then said. "Back in high-school I was only some kind of prop to you, following you around like a dog, doing whatever you wanted me to. Making you look good for hanging out with the nerd."

"That isn't true..."

"Isn't it? Or are you still too pressed after you've realized that you became the side-character in your own life to see the truth? Standing in Seonghwa's shadow, only to realize that you were never part of that story yourself? I don't get why all of you are so upset right now! You, Hyunjin, Seonghwa... San even? I accepted long ago how my life had turned out, feeling content with the agreement between Hyunjin and I, but no, you absolutely had to ruin that."

"If you want him back that badly, go fight for him instead of ruining others' lives!" Yeosang snapped, hands clenched around each other and body trembling from anger.

A smirk showed on the blonde male's face, a smug, provoking smirk. His voice had remained calm throughout the conversation, but the anger was clear as burning flames in his eyes.

"See, now that's where you're wrong, dear Yeosang. I don't want him back," the blonde said, as calmly as before. "I want him to suffer. And I want the rest of you to suffer as well, for all the humiliation you've given me."

Yeosang was raging inside, gritting his teeth in anger, while a million thoughts stormed around in his head. He stayed seated, appearing as calm as Hongjoong in front of him, as well-behaved as both of them had been brought up to be. But both of them also knew that if they had gotten the chance, they would've ripped each other's heads off with their bare hands.

To hear Hongjoong talk about humiliation, Yeosang wanted to laugh him right in his smug face. Yeosang had had his fair share of humiliation as well, but he saw no reason to ruin someone else's life because of that. His marriage to Seonghwa had been awful, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt when he found out the truth about everything - and everyone involved.

And once again, Yeosang failed to think twice about the next words leaving his lips.

"If it's war that you want," he said, rising slowly from his seat. "It's war you'll get."

♡

"I miss you so much already..." The sweet sound of San's voice through the phone was sending soft waves of happiness through Yeosang, when the younger called him later that day.

"I miss you too, Sannie."

"I'll back home again soon, I promise you. I just need to find a save place for my mother to stay at, while working out the things with my father..."

"I know... Just be careful..."

Yeosang rolled around on the bed, pressing his face into the pillow while inhaling what he believed to be the last of San's scent. He really missed his boyfriend, so much it actually hurt inside, but he knew San had to focus on his family now. Or, mostly on his family...

"Baby?" San suddenly hummed, after the sound of a door closing quietly at his end of the call.

"Yes?"

"What are you wearing?"

In an instant Yeosang felt his cheeks blush up, and his eyes widened to double size at the sudden question. San's voice had changed, turning deeper and even smoother than it usually was, and it worked like pure, irresistible magic on Yeosang's body.

"San! What are you doing? Aren't you with your mother right now?"

"We're at my aunt's down in Busan until tomorrow. They are outside in the garden, and I'm alone in the guest room upstairs," San chuckled. "So, what are you wearing?"

"Just a white shirt and some dark pants?"

"Oh, sexy," San purred, and it made Yeosang bite his lip. "Wish I could be there with you right now, slowly unbutton your shirt while kissing and sucking on your neck. Would you like that?"

Yeosang's cheeks were burning. He knew what San was trying to do, but it wasn't something he had ever tried before. But, it was simply too hard to resist the temptation San was trying to lure him in with - even over the phone.

"I-I would," he replied with a shy smile that he was glad San couldn't see. It felt kind of embarrassing, but also good at the same time.

"I miss your taste, baby," San continued. "I want to kiss you all the way down your chest, maybe let my tongue play a little with your nipples, hm?"

"San..." Yeosang whispered, once again biting his lip, but this time to prevent a gentle moan from escaping.

His hand was slowly moving down his chest while he listened to every word San spoke to him through the phone, at first Yeosang was hesitant, but the more San said to him, the more courage he got. Or maybe he just got hornier?

"Just imagine my tongue, gently playing with your nipples, licking them until they are nice and hard. Maybe something else is getting hard as well? Are you getting hard, baby?"

San's voice was still deep, but it was getting breathier as well, and Yeosang could only imagine what the younger was doing while talking to him. What he definitely was hoping San was doing...

"... Yes..." Yeosang responded, as he closed his eyes and began to open his pants to let his hand slip into them.

"I miss having you in my mouth. I want to swirl my tongue around your amazing cock, lick the tip and suck down the shaft. I want your fingers tangled up in my hair, while you slowly thrust deeper down my throat, until I get trouble breathing..."

Yeosang kept his eyes shut, easily picturing every scenario San was telling him. He saw the younger's beautiful face so clearly - the pretty lips sucking him off in that mind-blowing way that only San knew how to. He had to settle with his own hand, but in that moment it was okay, and to the thought of San's sweet mouth, Yeosang began jerking himself off.

"I want you to use my mouth," San whispered, with heavy pants in between his words. "I want you to face fuck me so hard, until you're on the brim of cumming. Then I want you to pull out, and leave me pouting for not getting to swallow your cum."

"S-Sannie..." Yeosang swallowed a lump in his throat. His entire body was burning, and every stroke he left on himself, was faster than the last.

And San's next words were almost enough to push Yeosang over the edge of climaxing already.

"Baby, I want you to fuck me raw, I want you to feel everything while you take me hard wherever you want to. Hear me scream your name, while you thrust all your length into me... I wish it was your cock inside of me right now, instead of my own fingers..."

Precum was already dripping from the tip of Yeosang's cock, picked up by his trembling hand as it went up and down. He listened closely to San's breathing, to the sweet moans the younger made, while imagining how wonderful it would be to be on top of him in that moment.

"I want to hear you cum," Yeosang suddenly heard himself pant, and he snapped his lips shut the second the words had left his lips. But the sound of another sweet moan from San, made him feel calm again - well, as calm as he could be right now.

"Oh, Yeosang, fuck me..." San moaned, and a low creaking of an old bed was heard as well. "Just like that..."

Yeosang pictured San naked on the bed, touching himself and rocking his wonderful hips to the rhythm of what would have been Yeosang taking him as hard as he was begging for. The words had stopped, and were replaced by only moans from the both of them.

The dark pants had been pushed down to his knees, and Yeosang kept his eyes closed while building himself up to cumming to the sound of his boyfriend's sounds.

"San, I'm cumming..." he gasped, and he only just noticed how San replied with a "m-me too..." before ejaculating into his own hand.

Yeosang held his hand around his throbbing and now sensitive cock, while listening to the way San's breathing was slowly calming down again - just like his own.

"I love you," he softly whispered.

"I love you too, Sangie."

♡

When the night came, Yeosang was still wide awake. He had played with himself one more time earlier, after the phone call with San, thinking back to all the sinful things the younger had whispered to him.

But, that wasn't enough to ease his mind. Far from.

His laptop was standing on the table, and Yeosang had just finished creating a new fake email. Deep down he knew he shouldn't do what he was about to - that it was not only childish but also stupid of him to create more drama in his own life. But, he also couldn't stop.

With a smirk, he typed in the email address to one of the most well-known, and despised, tabloid journalists.

Hongjoong wanted war.

And Kang Yeosang didn't like to lose.

♡