✦

3,5 YEARS PRIOR

"Excuse me?"

Yeosang made a quick spin to see who was calling out for him, already feeling nervous as the voice ran through his ears. The tone was no where near excusing nor patient, and the cold stare that met him matched the voice.

"Y-yes?" he almost mumbled, as he hurried towards the register.

"I'm here to pick up the usual for Mr. Park," the young woman, on the other side of the counter said, impatiently tapping her long nails against the counter.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what that is?" Yeosang quietly admitted, his cheeks heating up and exposing his embarrassment, "M-my co-worker will be back in five minutes though..."

"I don't need it in five minutes, I need it now!" the woman snorted, typing on her phone while Yeosang almost fearfully watched her.

Yeosang nervously fiddled with the green apron that was wrapped around his waist, briefly wondering why she couldn't just wait - it would probably take him just as long, if not longer, to make the order anyway. But the woman seemed more intimidating that any other person he'd ever met, and Yeosang wasn't usually the one to feel scared of anyone.

"What... What is the order?" he then forced himself to ask.

"Two grande chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, lite water, no foam, extra hot."

The woman flipped her long, golden hair back, and with a raised brow she looked at Yeosang with look that clearly told him to get his ass moving. Whoever she was, and this Mr. Park she was apparently working for was, she must be someone really important. Her pin-striped suit was fitting her perfectly, while a multi layered pearl necklace was decorating her slim neck.

"Oh... I... okay..." Yeosang replied, already regretting asking about that order.

In some way he wanted to tell her that it's only his second day at this job, and that his co-worker had to run to the pharmacy to pick up some medication for his mom, which he had promised to do yesterday but forgotten about. It was only ten minutes after opening hours, and Yeosang had told both his co-worker and himself that it wouldn't be a problem. But Yeosang already knew that someone like that woman didn't care about the problems of the common folk.

Moving, and living overseas had turned out to be way, way more expensive than Yeosang had predicted. He'd always seen himself as good at saving money, and although the scholarship covered the most important things, he soon found himself stressing about money all the time. He wanted to make friends with people at his new school, but as they always wanted to go out Yeosang started to feel the pressure. In the end the solution to his problem was simple; getting a job. A coffee shop had hired him, and he was thrilled. But right in this moment... Not as much.

While he almost tripped over himself, dropping everything he touched - but trying his goddamn best, he heard the door open, and it stressed him out even more thinking that more customers were coming in.

"Why is it taking so long?" a new voice asked behind him. A male voice.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Park, it's a new guy today I..." the young woman stuttered, her voice suddenly way softer and more humble than when talking to Yeosang.

"Excuse me?" the male voice said.

"I apologize! I just started yesterday I..." Yeosang blurted out, turning around.

His entire face felt warm and was probably even redder than he'd like - in one hand he had a take-away cup and in another whatever closest thing he had grabbed in the chaos.

Next to the woman was a young man, tall, handsome, peach blonde hair. He slowly raised his left hand, sliding the sunglasses, which were covering his eyes, down his nose. A pair of ice blue eyes met Yeosang's,

"Mandy, go wait in the car," the male said, not taking his eyes away from Yeosang for even one second.

The woman nodded and almost rushed out the door. The feelings inside Yeosang were slowly turning from nervous to intrigued, as the stranger didn't stop looking at him. His face was gorgeous; perfect bone structure and the plump lips that turned into a seductive smile when Yeosang couldn't stop staring at them.

"I-I'm sorry... I don't know how to make your order yet..." Yeosang mumbled, his eyes falling to the counter, a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," the stranger said, "you can make it up to me, by having dinner with me tonight. I'm Park Junhee, by the way, but you can call me Jun."

Jun let his fingers glide through his peachy hair, waiting for an answer. Yeosang hesitated, also a little shocked by this stranger apparently not wasting any time. Yeosang hadn't been with anyone since he left Korea, and he had been too caught up with school and feeling heartbroken over losing Seonghwa, to even think about meeting someone new. But maybe it was about time?

This Jun guy was very attractive, and seemed very interested already - even if it was just for a meaningless hook-up, Yeosang didn't feel like it would be bothering him. In the end, he should be the last person to ever complain about a one-night stand. Although that was the person he used to be, before Seonghwa.

But months had passed by already, and he hadn't heard from Seonghwa at all since their goodbye in Hyochang park. In the loneliest of nights, Yeosang had turned to the side of his bed only to find it empty as always, crying himself to sleep with only the broken heart in his chest to cling onto.

Yeosang took a deep breath, doing his best to push all the hurt inside of him aside. The memory of the failed love that kept haunting him, shouldn't define him, nor hold him back from living his life. Not anymore. He slowly leaned in across the counter, eyes locked with Jun's.

"Kang Yeosang. If you hand me your phone, I'll type in my number. I get off work at 7PM."

✦

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good..." Jun mumbled, his voice raspy after the endless amount of times he had said those exact words.

Yeosang smiled briefly, his tongue dancing around the sensitive tip of Jun's hard cock. His fingers wrapped around the shaft, slowly pumping it into his mouth. Jun moaned satisfied, his head tilted back and his right hand in a firm grip around the back of Yeosang's neck.

Dinner had taken a quite interesting turn, and Yeosang had been taken to a hotel room where he finally started to feel like himself again. Getting to feel another person's touch, another person's skin against his own made him feel more alive than he had in months.

When he had been undressed and pushed onto the bed, Yeosang looked into those icy blue eyes and a smirk tickled his lips. This was the only thing he needed, not love - only sex, and he had been a fool to ever believe otherwise.

With his eyes closed, and panting heavily into the mattress, he let Jun fill him out while moaning the other's name over and over again. He felt the hands around his hips, holding him in place, the thrusts getting harder and his legs starting to shake under him. In that moment, Yeosang hoped that it wouldn't be the only time he would get to be fucked by someone as amazing as Jun.

It soon turned out that it wasn't. Jun showed him many new things, and took him many places. And also took him, in many places. Their relationship, although unlabeled, was like a hurricane - wild, intense and never the same, but exactly what Yeosang had needed.

✦

PRESENT TIME

"Jun is coming to Seoul next week. Do you want to join us for dinner?" Lucas asks, peeking over the newspaper in his hands.

Yeosang, who has been more than occupied with the croissant crumbs landing all over the table, looks up - feeling as if his heart stops beating in that moment. He hadn't given his former lover much thought for a long time, although his name was hard to avoid. Dating one of the biggest names in the fashion industry isn't making things easier when the previous guy Yeosang had been with quickly had risen to become one of the most popular fashion designers.

"I-I doubt that's a good idea," Yeosang mumbles, pretending to be very busy with his breakfast.

"Come on, babe, it's been three years. I know you're amazing, but do you really think he's still angry that you chose me over him?"

Yeosang purses his lips, finally putting his food down and looking directly at his boyfriend. Lucas has put down the newspaper, but his big framed reading glasses are still resting on the bridge of his nose, making him look both serious and cute at the same time.

"Let's just say that our last conversation had a lot of swear words in it, so..." Yeosang says, shrugging his shoulders, but as soon as he's said those words out loud he regrets them more than anything.

Jun. Something about him will probably always make Yeosang's knees feel weak. Not in the same way as Seonghwa, but that was before meeting him again of course, but in a very different way. Jun was damn charming, and always knew what to say to make Yeosang do pretty much anything he wanted him to.

"But that was years ago, right? So why would it matter?" Lucas asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the lack of reply coming from Yeosang. "Yeosang. When was the last time you talked with him?"

"I-I don't remember..." as the words unwillingly slips out between Yeosang's lips, his voice gradually lowers, just as his eyes. He stares at the table, nervously waiting for Lucas' reaction.

"Are you lying right now? You know how much I hate it when you lie to me."

Yeosang sighs, leaning his back against the chair, he knows it would be foolish of him to even try to lie about it - but he also knows that the truth will turn this conversation into an argument.

"Lucas... fine. He messaged me about a year ago. Asking how I was and stuff," he then mumbles. "I didn't tell you, because... There's nothing much to tell. Why does it matter anyway? You talk with him frequently yourself?"

"It's different," Lucas replies, "we are in the same industry, we have to keep in touch. But if it doesn't matter, tell me one thing. How come he got angry with you then?"

"I don't know? I just told him how things were, that I was still dating you and all. And then he just suddenly started an argument."

"It's obvious," Lucas states, his voices indicating that he's already jumped to conclusion and that nothing can change his mind. "It's because he misses you. And he messaged you, because he wanted to know if he still had a shot with you."

Biting his lower lip, Yeosang struggles not to roll his eyes, although deep inside he feels a secret spark - one which he has tried his very best to kill off, but it's still there, hidden as it should be. Sometimes he misses Jun, or the way he used to make him feel at least. Things with Lucas are too easy at times, and Yeosang finds himself to feel a tad bored.

Just thinking like this, is causing Yeosang to feel guilty. He shouldn't take his relationship with someone like Lucas for granted, but he still can't lie to himself and pretend that he doesn't miss the thrill of the unknown.

And that was exactly how his undefined relationship with Jun had been, always unclear, exciting, leaving him longing for more. Sometimes confused, desperate, needy. And he had loved it.

"Lucas," Yeosang mumbles, clearing his throat and his mind at the same time, "come down please. We don't know if it's like that. It's been years since I last saw him, why should he still be interested in me?"

"Are you still interested in him though?" Lucas immediately snaps back, and this time Yeosang actually rolls his eyes at him.

"I'm not even going to answer that ridiculous question!" he says, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest. "I can't believe you're upset about this! You were the one who asked me to join the two of you for dinner, just five minutes ago!"

"That was before I knew you still talk with him!"

"Talked! Talked with him, once, one year ago!"

A thick silence takes over, while Yeosang tries to figure out how to get out of this stupid discussion. Could a blowjob be the solution? It usually is... But before he makes action of his thoughts, Lucas speaks again.

"Fine," the older says, "then come to dinner with us next Friday, and show me that I have nothing to worry about."

"Fine! I will!"