"Choi san, are you crazy?" wooyoung whisper yelled at the smiling boy in front of him. "yes, for you~" he whispered back. Wooyoung pushed sans face away from his own, giving him a nasty glare.

"san we're in church, this is risky"

San shook his head, "everybody in there is too busy being fed lies, no one ever comes to the bathroom" he spoke with a content smile.

"if we get caught we're done for—"

"we won't."

Wooyoung sighed, staring at the desperate boy in front of him. "fine" he said with crossed arms. San smiled happily, not wasting any time and embracing the smaller with a grin.

"i like your hair today" san complimented, wooyoung chuckled lightly—"thank you, i like yours too"

Light conversations like these were always nice for the two, forgetting the situation they were in did them well—talking about hair was better than talking about how the hell they were supposed to live their lives together.

San nuzzled his nose into wooyoungs neck, leaving small kisses as he got higher and higher. He made his way up the smaller's cheeks, and down to his lips—kissing them softly.

San smiled into the kiss, "do you want to—"

He placed another kiss on the younger' lips. "do something..." he continued.

Another kiss landed firmly on wooyoungs lips. "dirty" he finished.

Wooyoung scoffed, pushing sans face away once again. "as if" he spoke with a glare, san just smiled.

"stop smiling, i said no"

"yes, but your no's always mean yes." san said knowingly.

"you're stupid"

"thank you"

"it's not a compliment"

san chuckled.

"well you're the one dating someone stupid"

"good point"

They sat in silence for a moment, "so does that mean yes—?"

"no!"

.

Church was finally over, wooyoung and san didn't even acknowledge each other as they exited the bathroom—only giving each other subtle looks.

San's dad talked with wooyoung's, they snuck glances at their sons—making sure they weren't talking to each other. Not only were the fathers whispering about the boys, but so were other adults in the church.

"did you hear? apparently there's a scandal! a really sinful one at that."

Wooyoungs eyes shifted to the two women across from him, their whispers were loud. One of the lady's made eye contact with him, so he looked down quickly. 'scandal? are they talking about me and.....no. That wouldn't be it.'

San was right beside wooyoung, he payed no mind to the other—he was honestly a really good actor, if he didn't tell wooyoung how much he liked him everyday, he might've believed the blank expression on sans face.

Wooyoung elbowed him subtly. "are those two lady's talking about...."

San shushed him before he could finish, "don't talk to me." he spoke low. Wooyoung looked to the floor, "right."

San sighed a little, watching as wooyoung looked down at the ground, biting his lip. He slid his hand onto the smaller's lower back, giving his waist a small squeeze before retracting his hand quickly.

Wooyoung smiled to himself, of course san wanted to talk to him, he just couldn't.

.

Yeosang's eyes lit up, he grabbed his phone quickly after it buzzed.

text message from san-ahh

san-ahh
-i need a favor yeo

The boy smiled a little at the name on his screen, then quickly replaced it with a frown. 'this isn't right. i shouldn't feel this way.'

yea of course|-

'no that's weird isn't it, i sound too happy'  yeosang erased the message and replaced it.

what?-

'much better.'

san-ahh
-can me and woo hang over your's sometime this weekend?

mine again?-

san-ahh
-i have no one else to ask

no one?-

san-ahh
-no one but you

i think my family will be home-

san-ahh
-come on please

whyy -

san-ahh
-i need you

Yeosang's heart was in his throat, what the fuck was this feeling? he shook his head. 'wooyoung is my best friend. he worked so hard to be with san, this is not right.'

'choi san, you are dangerous.'

fine.-

san-ahh
-you're the best, yeo.

i know-

san-ahh
-shh

Yeosang set his phone on his bed, he resting his head in his palms. 'what am i doing?....'

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A/n: MUAHAHAHHAHAHA ITS A CHAPTER, RARE RIGHT?

hello my little assholes, you guys are probably mad at me—BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT THIS TIME. I needed to add a little drama to the book before it ends so....yk, be mad at me or whatever.

love you nonetheless.