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I want more, something beautiful
Someone that I can count on and knows
When it rains, it pours
Feels like I'm on my own

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SAN

The springs inside the old couch in San's living room creaks as he dumps his body onto it. Restlessly, he has wandered around the city all day with no clue about where he was going or what he wanted to do. He had left Yeosang's apartment earlier that day, his body heavy and exhausted from the heated night they had shared. But his mind a complete mess.

Now sitting back home, all alone, he just stares at the ceiling while lighting up a cigarette. While the smoke is filling out his lunges, the thoughts are going crazy inside his head and no matter how he tries to sit or lie he just can't seem to relax.

The taste of Yeosang's lips is still lingering on his own, and his fingertips are still remembering the touch of the younger's skin. And God, it had felt amazing to feel Yeosang's body against his own. To hear him gasp for air while San's name was leaving the soft lips over and over. To feel his nails digging into San's skin, leaving long, red marks all the way down his back. And to watch the way he would roll his eyes back and bite his lip as he climaxed for the third time that night.

Sure, San has had a lot of sex before but nothing can compare to what he had experienced with Yeosang.

While pouring himself a large glass of Whiskey, San tries to tell himself it's only because it was his first time sleeping with a guy. Despite him having tried pretty much anything else, sexually, he rarely thinks much about his one-night stands as soon as they are done, but this one surely seems to have made quite the impression.

San holds the glass of liquor against his lips, slowly sipping from it. The Whiskey runs down his throat, leaving a trail of an itching warmth behind. With a long sigh he runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling it around before letting it fall back over his eyes.

"Calm down, Choi," he mumbles to himself, "it's just sex. It doesn't mean anything."

✧

Almost two weeks have soon passed by since San and Yeosang slept together, and San has felt like he was about to go insane ever since. While Yeosang has been absent from work since his classes have begun, San has been left with an uneasy feeling he can't escape nor explain.

Unintentionally, he has begun to show up for work early every day since, his heart racing each time he was about to walk through the door to the staff room. Every night he has felt disappointed to see that Yeosang wasn't working that night either.

But tonight is different. When he opens the door he sees Yeosang and Felix chatting away in the changing room, sitting in front of the big mirror fixing their hair. San takes a deep breath while walking towards them, questioning why Yeosang's presence is affecting him so much. He has already slept with more than half of the girls working at the club, so why would it make any difference just because Yeosang is a guy?

"San? Are you alright, man? Haven't seen you being on time this many times in a row before!" Felix laughs as he sees San come in.

"Shut up, Felix!" San rolls his eyes while throwing his coat on a chair, and Felix returns his warm greeting flipping San off with a grin.

Yeosang has yet to react though and only seems to be interested in talking with Felix. The brown hair has been parted in the middle and styled into soft waves around his face, framing it like it is the most beautiful piece of art. When Yeosang flips his hair back, with a little shake with his head, and he stretches his neck with the very same move – San has to look away, heartbeat completely out of control. The memory of his fingers dancing so lightly over the younger's neck and how he had kissed and bit it, is flashing through his mind.

While pretending to be busy with something on his phone, he leans against the table behind him. Now and then he steals a short peek at Yeosang who is still acting like San isn't even there at all. When Felix suddenly announces he has to go to the bathroom, an uncomfortable silence is filling up the room only being interrupted by the sound of the hairspray can in Yeosang's hand.

"Is something wrong?" San puts his phone away, taking cautious steps towards Yeosang.

"No, why?" the response from the younger couldn't possibly sound any less interested in having this conversation.

San didn't know what to expect when the two of them had to face each other again. But this is far from what he could've ever imagined. He is usually the one ignoring whoever he has slept with, and he has to admit that it definitely doesn't feel good to be the one ignored. But San isn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him sweat over something like this.

"You just seem kinda annoyed by something today?" he then says, pretending not to care about Yeosang's cold attitude.

Yeosang glares at San through the reflection of the mirror, busy fixing the collar of his shirt.

"Okay?" he then says, shrugging his shoulder.

"Okay? Do we have a problem or something?" San blurts out as the frustration inside of him is taking over. He quickly turns to look away, annoyed that he couldn't keep his cool for more than ten seconds.

"Why do you keep annoying me, San? Like, you seem fucking annoyed every single day and that's just totally normal, right? But when others do it, it's suddenly a problem?" Yeosang stands up from his seat with a sudden move, quickly walking out the room and leaving San behind absolutely confused.

✧

San keeps glaring at Yeosang as they work together behind the bar. It's been a fairly quiet evening so far, giving San too much time with his own thoughts. Yeosang has been giving him the cold shoulder all night, which is infuriating San but he doesn't know what to do about it – or why it even bothers him so much.

And just as San is about to break the heavy silence between the two, he sees five tall figures coming towards the bar. His eyes widen up as he realizes that it is that beautiful girl, Irene, and some of her friends. A long sigh leaves his lips when he recognizes two of them as someone he's already slept with. How perfectly awkward.

Being in absolutely no mood to talk to any of them right now, he does his best to pretend to be busy with something else behind the counter, hoping that Yeosang will finish whatever he is doing first so he can take their order. But that doesn't happen, of course.

"Hey, hi! Excuse me, can we order or what?" one of Irene's friends snaps her fingers at San, who has to hold back an eye roll.

"Of course, how can I help you lovely ladies?" he asks, throwing on his best fake smile. He glares at the girl who snapped her fingers, and instantly recognizes her. He doesn't remember her name, but he remembers her being too bossy, stuck up and annoying. He still slept with her though; she's super hot so he had to do it, of course.

While mixing the given cocktail order, San keeps side eyeing the girls and he has to bite his lip not to let go of a chuckle. It's so obvious that all of them hate each other and that they are only hanging out for social status points and Instagram likes. Whenever one of them says something, the others will smile and laugh but the look in their eyes will remain cold as ice. Irene has remained silent until now, flipping her hair back while pretending she doesn't know San at all. But he has seen this act way too many times before.

"Anything else I can do for you?" he asks as he finishes the last cocktail.

"You could give me your number?" one of the girls says, leaning in across the counter, pushing her cleavage towards him.

"Yeri!" Irene suddenly snaps, "Why don't you go find a table for us?"

Yeri sends her a frowning glare, but does as she is told. Before walking away, she sends San a quick wink which Irene rolls her eyes at. Irene lets her friends carry the drinks to the table while she "insists" on paying for them.

"So, Irene, what brings you to Cobra? Thought you were too busy for these kind of places?" San scoffs as the other girls have left.

"My friends insisted on going so," Irene says, playing with her long hair, with a look on her face that shows she totally didn't want to go at all. Although it's obviously a lie.

"Aha, okay sure. You didn't just come here to look at my handsome face again?" San laughs with a wink.

Instant regret hits him right in the face. What in the world is he doing? Why is he trying to flirt with his brother's girlfriend? He isn't even that interested in her, and he is well aware of what will happen if anything should ever happen between them. But he still can't deny she is absolutely stunning.

"Move, please," Yeosang suddenly shoves San to the side, trying to get to the cabinet under the bar counter.

San takes a step to the side, confused, but at least Yeosang said "please". Irene is sending long, deep stares from the other side of the bar, causing San to feel rather flustered. Not because of her though, but this entire situation. It surprises him that he actually feels more interested in knowing why Yeosang is acting the way he is.

✧

The cold air outside is filling up San's lungs mixing with the smoke from the cigarette in his hand. He has gone outside to take a quick break, now leaning against the wall and wondering why Yeosang seems so angry with him. Could it be that... Yeosang regrets what happened between them?

San doesn't get much further with his thoughts when the door to the nightclub opens, and he hears the clicking sound of stilettos coming towards him.

"Oh, so you're following me now?" San grins as Irene is standing next to him.

"You wish."

"Do I, really?" San turns to look at her, cigarette thrown onto the ground as he raises his hand to run his fingers through his hair instead. "Why are you here?"

Irene just looks at him with those damn flirting eyes, and San clearly knows why she is here. He shouldn't act on it though, he really shouldn't. But this night has been so strange already he isn't sure what's wrong and what's right anymore. Also he might have had quite a few shots with Hyunjin during the shift, because they were so bored.

San takes a step towards her, causing her to take one backwards so her back is pressed against the wall behind her. With a smirk, San places one hand next to her head and leans in closer.

"It's okay, you don't need to answer that. I already know," he whispers in her ear, "you are so tired of your boring, predictable, high-class life. And you just want to feel alive and reckless, just for once. Yes, you might love my idiot brother. He is ambitious and successful, but he also bores you to death."

"You're wrong," Irene scoffs, but her cheeks are blushing up, exposing her true intentions.

"Am I really?" San plays with her long hair while looking her deeply in the eyes. "Tell me why you are here then, at a nightclub talking to me, when you could be home with him? Tell me it isn't because he doesn't really satisfy you the way you want, and by now you've heard so many, many  wild stories about how I fucked your girl friends and you want it too? You want me to make you scream all night, make you beg for more."

Irene just stares back at him, her lower lips slowly starting to tremble and San knows he's right. With these kind of girls, it's always the same thing. Honestly, he isn't even sure if he actually wants to do this right now. He knows he shouldn't. But then again, he's never really been one to follow the rules. And there's just something about seeing a girl like Irene melt under his words that turns him on.

✧

San throws the used condom in the trash can in the corner of the nightclub's bathroom. While getting dressed neither he or Irene is saying anything. But just as she is about to walk out the door, he can't help but throw one last comment her way.

"I'd tell you it was great and we should do it again, but you already know it's a lie and that I'll never text you back anyway." In the reflection of the mirror he can see how she is glaring at him

"Yes, I am aware," she flips her hair back and quickly checks her lipstick in the front camera of her phone. "Don't tell your brother about this."

San walks back to the bar, hair still a bit messy but so are his thoughts. Had it been two weeks ago he would've definitely enjoyed having sex with someone like her, but tonight was different. His thoughts kept shifting away, and no matter how he tried he couldn't stop thinking about Yeosang and how amazing it had felt to sleep with him. San felt both guilty and a little freaked out, but he couldn't stop. His mind kept telling him how her skin wasn't as soft as Yeosang's, how her kisses weren't as good. How the way she moaned his name wasn't making him feel as wonderful as when Yeosang did it.

"A quickie in the bathroom? How classy..." Yeosang sarcastically throws the words over his shoulder as San returns.

"Yeah? You should try it sometime, maybe you wouldn't be so fucking uptight!"

The words just fly straight out of San's mouth, even surprising himself. He didn't intend on sounding that mean at all, but he has had enough of Yeosang's horrible behavior tonight. Yeosang doesn't seem like it bothers him though, but with his attitude already being this bad it couldn't get much worse anyway.

San sighs as he forces himself to walk towards the younger. He carefully puts his hand on Yeosang's shoulder, but Yeosang is quick to slap it away.

"Eww, don't touch me!" he snaps with a glare that burns into San's surprised eyes. "You probably didn't even wash you hands."

"I..." San frowns while walking to the other end of the bar. "What the fuck is going on..."

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♫ Tokio Hotel - When it rains, it pours