Yeosang tapped his left foot against the concrete step, outside the school's large entrance. Another quick peek at his watch confirmed that San indeed was late – eight minutes and forty seconds to be exact, and Yeosang hated when people were late.

A long sigh pushed through his parted lips, as he glanced towards the sky, while his hands were itching from annoyance. How did he ever end up waiting like an idiot for someone like Choi San?

"Mr. Kang?" A voice suddenly said, and Yeosang jerked his head towards the sound of his name.

Standing next to a black Bentley was an older man in a black suit, gesturing towards the car door he held open with his right hand.

"Who are you?" Yeosang asked, a brow raised with his question.

"I'm Mr. Choi's private driver, he asked me to take you to the Choi residence. Unfortunately Mr. Choi had to leave school early today, but he will be waiting for you at home."

With hesitant steps, Yeosang moved towards the car. Sure, he hadn't seen San during the two last lessons of the day, as they had been separated due to different schedules, but to hear that the younger had left school without letting Yeosang know, was just another drop in the ocean of how annoying and irresponsible he thought San was.

Not that San had his number to contact him on, but still...

Yeosang swung his bag over his shoulder and got into the car, sliding over the leather on the backseat and with a huff he leaned back and stared out the window. Going to San's home was not quite what he had planned for the day, but to get that stupid assignment over with was the only thing on his mind.

The car ride lasted around ten minutes, where Yeosang spent every single one of them hating the situation he had been put in. As the car pulled up to the driveway he did raise his head to look out the window though, where the tall white gates were opening. The driveway was covered with gravel which was crunching under the tires, and on both sides were the most beautiful rose bushes in full bloom.

As soon as Yeosang got out of the car, he was shown inside the mansion by a butler waiting at the door, and led upstairs. His steps echoed from against the stairs and throughout the huge entrance hall. It was much like his own home, only a tad smaller.

"Mr. Choi's room," the butler politely said, as he stopped outside the last door upstairs, and with a nod he turned around and disappeared around the door.

"Double-doors?" Yeosang mumbled to himself, not a stranger to such sight with golden carvings and a French vintage handle, and although he was well aware of San's family's fortune, he found himself feeling surprisingly impressed.

So far, at least - and only a little.

He knocked on the door, twice, but no answer. With a sigh Yeosang opened the door, and the second he stepped inside he felt something stroke against his ankle. He almost fell backwards in surprise, and he looked down to see a fluffy white cat, with big blue eyes staring up at him.

The cat kept insisting on walking between Yeosang's feet, as he tried to get away from it. It must have been looking rather comical, but Yeosang himself found it only agitating. He hated pets, especially cats. But the small creature wouldn't leave him alone, and it just kept looking at him with those blue eyes, which were enhanced by the chocolate brown mask in its fur covering its small face.

"Go away," Yeosang grumbled, too busy with the cat that still followed him around while making a weird buzzing sound, to notice how San came walking into the room from the adjacent bathroom.

"She likes you," San said from the other side of the room, causing Yeosang to flinch in surprise.

"Well, the feeling is not reciprocated..."

"You should be grateful, she must be the only living thing who actually, genuinely, likes you." San scoffed, while he ruffled his dark hair around with a white towel.

Being too caught up in the failed attempt of getting away from the cat, Yeosang only now noticed the younger's attire. Or, the lack of same.

"Could you put some clothes on? Jesus Christ!" he yelped, as his eyes fell on the bare torso of his younger classmate. Only a towel was covering the lower half, while San glared at him through the locks of his wet hair.

Glistening, flawless skin, all the way down over the slightly toned body... Yeosang's eyes shot away at the same time he felt his cheeks blush up - but he didn't look away fast enough for San not to notice.

"Were you just staring at me?" The younger asked with a cocky grin.

"You wish!" Yeosang snapped back, turning around so fast that his bag slapped him on the back. "Are you going to get dressed or not? Or else I'll just leave again."

San didn't respond, but the sound of him opening his dresser made Yeosang feel a bit more relieved. While waiting for San to get dressed behind him, Yeosang glanced around the right side of the room. It was spacious, of course, with azure white walls and a golden border at the top. Hanging shelves on the walls, with surprisingly many books stacked on top of each other.

Small fairy lights were hanging by the window, which had a great view over the huge garden outside, but all Yeosang noticed was the small lights - and he scrunched his face at the sight of them. His mother surely would never have allowed such tacky decor in his room, much like the many plants in the corners and knitted throw blanket on the bed.

And above the queen sized resting zone were several photos hung up on a string, held up by small wooden clothespins. San and his friends, out on vacation, in the woods, the beach, smiling and having fun.

"Why did you leave school early today?" Yeosang asked, finally getting the courage to turn around again. San was now sitting on the floor below the window, with the cat resting on his lap.

"Had an emergency," the younger replied and he tilted his head downwards to look at the cat. His voice changed, as his hand stroked over the white fur, to a light and playful tone that made Yeosang cringe. "Someone was throwing up in my mother's shoe closet, isn't that right, baby?"

"You left school because your cat was throwing up?" Yeosang snorted, and San's eyes darted towards him with a disapproving glare. "Anyway, where should we go to finish the assignment?"

And to his great disappointment, San responded with the last place Yeosang wanted to sit down.

"Let's just sit here," he said, nodding his head towards the floor.

"On the floor?"

"Yes?"

Yeosang sighed, deeply, tugging the strap of his bag while he side eyed the younger's outfit. Sure, they were at home, but still... A loose t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Jeans.

Having never been close to ever wearing denim himself, Yeosang found it hard not to pull a grimace at the sight, as he slowly sat down - with a fairly decent distance between them.

"What?" San asked with a sigh, as he noticed how Yeosang was looking at him.

"Nothing..." Yeosang muttered back, pulling out his books from his bag.

"You don't like my outfit?" As the younger confronted him, Yeosang inhaled sharply, as he let the books fall onto the floor with a loud thud. He then looked up, not wanting to start a fight - but as always he found it hard to keep his mouth shut when something, or someone, did something he didn't like.

"Your father owns one of the biggest law firms in all of Korea, and he lets you dress like that outside of school?"

"Yes? What's the problem? As you said, it's outside of school." San fired back at him, voice cold but his hand still gently stroked over the now sleeping cat's back. "How do you dress then? Or do you simply live in that stupid school uniform?"

"How I dress is none of your concern," Yeosang said with a snort, with the itching feeling of being offended that San called the school attire stupid.

"Well, then I'll just assume that you dress in gold and diamonds. What else could it be, for the son of the LG CEO?"

Rolling his eyes, Yeosang flipped the book open and although he wanted to snap back at San, he refrained from doing so - and he kept telling himself to just get this over with, so he could get out of there.

♡

Three hours later, and surprisingly no complaints from San, they were almost done - and Yeosang was thrilled by the thought of escaping this hell any minute. The temperature inside San's room was almost unbearably high, but Yeosang didn't go further than taking off his blazer and neatly hanging it over the backrest of a chair.

San on the other hand, was sitting so casually in his loose tee, which kept sliding down his right shoulder - revealing just enough skin for Yeosang to react to it every time. He bit his lower lip, hard, cursing inside his head whenever his eyes drifted over to steal a look at the boy he despised.

Sweat was showing on the back of his neck, which he swore was only due to the high temperature, but as time went by he found it harder and harder stay focused and not let San's presence affect him.

"Could you get this thing away from me?" Yeosang mumbled with his eyes forcefully staring at the papers, as the cat started circling around him again.

"Her name is Byeol." San simply said, not moving nor making any attempt of getting the cat away.

Yeosang didn't want to be rude towards the small animal, but his patience was short when it came to pets, as he had never owned one himself - not even petted a dog in his entire life. He set San a quick glare, as he grumbled behind his gritted teeth. "What?"

"The cat. Her name is Byeol."

"Don't care, just get it away from me." He didn't look up, but from the corner of his eye he could see San roll his eyes and lean forward to get the fluffy creature away.

A heavy silence filled the room, and Yeosang's back and legs were starting to hurt from sitting on that stupid floor for so long. He tried shifting around a bit, but ended up in another uncomfortable position every time. Why he didn't just protest and argued in favor of sitting at the table was unclear to him however.

"Any fun plans this weekend?" San suddenly asked, and Yeosang looked at him with a raised brow in confusion over the sudden small talk.

"I'm seeing Seonghwa on Sunday," he simply said, deliberately ignoring the grimace the younger pulled at the answer.

San leaned back against the wall, and with his eyes turning towards the ceiling he chuckled: "Well then, guess you'll be limping on Monday then."

"Seonghwa and I are going to wait till we're married. Not that it's any of your business though."

It was most definitely none of Choi San's business, and Yeosang instantly cursed himself for even letting the words out of his mouth. It was no one's business but his own and Seonghwa's.

"Please," San scoffed. "You know he's cheating on you right?"

Yeosang jolted backwards, so fast and sudden that he almost ended up falling all the way down onto the floor. He stared at San, who just looked back at him so calmly - even after such an outrageous statement.

"You're such a liar, Choi!" Yeosang growled, louder than he intended, but he felt the blood rush through his veins and how anger was rising inside of him. His perfect boyfriend would never do such an atrocious thing!

"Am I? Then why do I keep seeing him at this particular gay club in Itaewon, picking up strangers every weekend?" With a click of his tongue, San tilted his head to the side and the dark hair followed in soft waves at his eyes.

Embarrasment and rage were mixing together inside of Yeosang, who did his best to look as calm as possible, and with that he just rolled his eyes - although he felt like he was about to explode.

"You're lying."

San leaned forward, causing Yeosang to lean backwards even though they were sitting far apart. The dark brown eyes burned into his with such seriousness that Yeosang almost could have convinced himself to believe the disgusting accusation.

"If you don't believe me," San said calmly. "Why don't you come with me on Friday, and you'll see for yourself?"

♡