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And I know that you don't
But if I ask you if you love me
I hope you li-li-li-lie
Lie to me

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YEOSANG

Yeosang hears the door slamming, through the walls to the bathroom, and while he does wonder what is going on – he assumes Taeyong has everything under control.

His body is sore and drained from his long day yesterday, and Taeyong finding him too irresistible despite being all gross and sweaty from work last night. Yeosang closes his eyes and lets his thoughts roam freely, while the warm water from the showerhead is consuming him.

Last night took a very unexpected turn, and his emotions have been all over the place. Seeing San again had hurt way more than he had hoped for, but seeing him kiss someone else like that had killed the last small spark inside of Yeosang's heart.

It was foolish of him to ever even dare to believe San could have feelings for him. At this point Yeosang doubts that they are even friends anymore. The look San had sent him, is still fresh in Yeosang's memory – and it hurts to think about.

"Was somebody at the door?" Yeosang asks, rubbing his wet hair with a towel, as he returns to Taeyong sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, it was just some door to door salesman," Taeyong replies, scrolling through his mails on his tablet.

"This early in the morning?"

"Yes. That's why I told him to fuck off." Taeyong shrugs his shoulders, eyes focused on the tablet, and Yeosang decides not to ask more questions - although it seems a little strange. Instead he just sits down on the bed as well, watching Taeyong in silence.

Yeosang should feel happy. He is finally back with Taeyong, just as he had wanted to be for so long. Taeyong is the love of his life, and they've both grown since they broke up last year. And they must have been given a second chance for a reason. Right?

Taeyong chews his lower lip while tapping his fingers against the screen in rapid speed, responding to an endless stream of work mails, and Yeosang smiles a little - remembering how he used to watch Taeyong like this back in London. They would be sitting in the couch together, drinking wine while Taeyong was working, and Yeosang was reading. Yeosang used to love those cosy evenings, even though they didn't talk much he just enjoyed them spending time together.

"Tae?" Yeosang says softly, and Taeyong looks up at him - the blond hair falling over his eyes, since no products have touched it since Taeyong showered earlier this morning.

"Yes?"

Instead of answering, Yeosang moves over to sit over Taeyong's lap, and the tablet has soon been left alone on the floor. The amazing softness of Taeyong's lips against his own is making Yeosang hum, as their kiss gradually deepens.

Yeosang lets his hand stroke down Taeyong's exposed chest, underneath the open shirt, where the marks from the night are still painted across his skin.

Taeyong has soon flipped Yeosang over to lie with his back against the mattress, and with himself on top. The sweet scent and taste of him, is filling Yeosang's lungs and embracing his tongue, and he slowly starts to forget about all his worries. But his ignorant bliss is evanescent.

"What time is it? I have a phone meeting at 5PM, New York time," Taeyong mumbles against Yeosang's lips.

Yeosang pouts when Taeyong pulls away, but that pout soon turns into a wince. Taeyong has leaned over to check the time on Yeosang's phone which is on the night stand.

"You need to change this," Taeyong says, glaring at Yeosang, the photo with San is lighting up on the phone screen.

"I-... Okay... Sure..."

"Now."

"What? Like, right now?" With a struggling move, Yeosang gets himself half-way up to rest his elbows against the bed.

"Yes."

"Why? Why is it even such a big deal?" as Yeosang asks this questions, he isn't even sure why it's a big deal to himself either.

Why is he even trying to argue with Taeyong over this stupid thing. It is not like this photo means anything to him. Not anymore.

"Why? You're asking me why?" Taeyong says, with a short laugh that Yeosang can't interpret as anything but deeply sarcastic, and he regrets starting this meaningless discussion.

Yeosang bites his lower lip, trying to stay silent and not speak the words which are fighting to get out. He doesn't want to get into a fight already, but at the same time he can't understand why it is such a problem for Taeyong - his own situation taken into consideration. A lock screen photo versus being married to someone else?

"Whatever. I don't have time for this right now. We will talk about it later." Taeyong drops Yeosang's phone on the bed, before getting up to find his own, and he then disappears into the kitchen to have his phone meeting.

As he has left the room, door closed between them, Yeosang sighs heavily. He snuggles his face into the pillow, which is wrapped in Taeyong's scent, and covers himself with the duvet. Last night he had felt so down that he didn't think clearly at all, and before he knew better he had texted Taeyong, telling him that he wanted to talk.

But they ended up doing a lot more than talking, of course.

Taeyong wanted to get back together, and his sweet words and gentle touch had made Yeosang's knees feel weak again. In the end it was the easiest choice for avoiding loneliness - despite the strange circumstances. They know each other and they care about each other, and Yeosang tells himself that he should feel content.

With a finger tapping against the screen, Yeosang makes the phone light up again. His eyes are tracing the photo, just like he used to do with the previous one. But this time it feels somehow different, although he can't explain why.

His relationship with San had went from almost enemies to some kind of lovers, to nothing at all - in a very short period of time.

The thoughts finally start to calm down, as Yeosang is drifting off to sleep. It is merely 7:30AM and he hasn't gotten much sleep yet.

About an hour of waking up and falling asleep again passes by, while Taeyong's voice can be heard from the kitchen - talking about numbers and stocks, and things Yeosang isn't that interested in at all. He rolls to lie on his side, checking the time on his phone - and then, finally unlocking it to go to the phone settings.

First and best pre-saved photo of a random flower is chosen, and Yeosang sighs as he puts the phone down. His eyelids feel heavy but he has to get up soon, to eat brunch with Wendy before she leaves Korea.

The door to the kitchen slowly opens again, and Yeosang turns by the sound of it.

"Hey..." Taeyong says, looking at Yeosang with a soft look on his face. "I'm sorry for reacting like that earlier. I got so jealous when I saw that... But I know that  I shouldn't act like that, being in the situation that I am..."

"It's okay..." Yeosang says with a small shrug of his shoulders, although it isn't okay at all. But what can he do about it.

"Well... I have to leave now, baby, have fun with Wendy. I'll text you later." Taeyong kisses Yeosang on the lips, leaving him longing for more.

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"So, how are things with you and that handsome boyfriend of yours?" Wendy asks, as they have clinked their glasses of Mimosas together.

Yeosang takes his time, slowly sipping from the tall glass. He has never lied to Wendy, not about major things at least, but he isn't sure if a lie would just be the easiest way out right now.

Well, besides that big fat lie that San was his boyfriend...

But, it's their last day together before she flies back, and it would be a shame to ruin it with dropping the bomb about the fake relationship, and him getting back with Taeyong - which all has happened in one week.

"Oh... We..."

But while Yeosang is struggling finding the right words - choosing between telling the truth and coming up with a stupid lie - his phone lights up on the table, and Yeosang curses that damn phone to hell and back. It only seems to cause him troubles by now.

Taeyong:
I miss you already

The phone is angled just right for Wendy to notice it, and she swiftly picks it up, her brows furrowing down as she reads the message.

"Sangie... Is this really a good idea?" she mumbles, staring at the screen, "But... What about San?"

"Wendy..." Yeosang briefly pinches his eyes closed, "San and I never dated... I'm sorry that I lied to you..."

Wendy slowly puts the phone down, she tilts her head slightly to the side while she looks at Yeosang with this strange, uncomprehending look.

"What?"

"We... We never dated, I didn't want to bring a date to your engagement party, but San insisted that I should bring him as my date, because he knew I was freaking out about seeing Taeyong again. It was all just pretend! A-and everything just happened so fast, and I didn't get a chance to tell you beforehand, and I never meant to lie to you, and I feel horrible. I'm so sorry!"

Yeosang almost falls back in his chair as the rapid stream of words has left his body. His lower lip is trembling by the humiliation of telling the truth to his best friend.

"Wow, Sangs, slow down!" Wendy lightly chuckles, her hand placed on top of Yeosang's. "It's okay! But one question though... Are you sure it was all just pretend?"

"Yes, of course?" Yeosang replies with a wry smile, he knows that to San it was - at least. His own feelings should just get drowned and forgotten about already.

Wendy purses her lips, tapping her long nails against the table, while taking a good, long look at Yeosang.

"Really? So you don't have feelings for him?" she then asks.

"What? No, of course not! How did... You just saw a message from Taeyong, and now you're asking me if I have feelings for another guy?"

"Yes," Wendy says, taking a sip of her Mimosa, "well, you might deny it. But that San guy. He's in love with you, Sangie."

Yeosang's eyes widen up as he hears Wendy's words, and a piece of bacon gets stuck in his throat. He almost drops the fork on the floor, when he looks at her in shock.

"No! No, no, no that can't be, you must be mistaken." Yeosang shakes his head,

"Where did you go that night at the JW Marriott?" Wendy then asks, and Yeosang is starting to feel like he can't keep up with this conversation anymore. "Did you really leave early, because you got sick?"

"W-what?"

"San came over to say goodbye on behalf of the both of you. He said that you had felt really sick all of a sudden, and that he had put you in a cab outside, which he was about to run out to as well, to get you home safely. He looked so worried, Yeosang, so... Heartbreakingly sad, almost."

Every word that comes from Wendy's cherry red lips hurts like a knife deep in Yeosang's heart. He just sits like frozen in his seat, his hand clenched around the fork so hard that it hurts, while tears are threatening to break free from his eyes.

"But that wasn't true, was it?" the tone in Wendy's voice isn't accusing, it never is - but it is concerning, almost to the point where Yeosang feels unworthy of her.

"No..." Yeosang slowly shakes his head.

Wendy's eyes fall to Yeosang's phone on the table, and although the screen is black at the moment, Yeosang knows what she is thinking - and he knows that she is right.

"It's just such a shame..." she quietly mumbles, "But... promise me you'll be careful, okay? He's hurt you before, remember that,"

✧

"Who are you texting?" Felix asks curiously, one night after work, "Never seen you on your phone that much? Must be someone special?"

Felix has talked Yeosang into hanging out after the club has closed for the night, but Yeosang would rather be any place else than here. He and San are pratically back to the first time they sat like that - across from each other, and not speaking but only sending cold glares the other's way.

Yeosang looks up from his phone; on the screen is a message from Taeyong saying how much he misses Yeosang, and that he will be back in Korea again soon. It's been almost two weeks since Taeyong went back to New York, and it's like their relationship has gone back in time too.

Taeyong is texting him frequently again, mostly about dirty stuff though - but also cute messages, which makes Yeosang's heart melt. They haven't said "I love you" to each other yet, but Yeosang doesn't feel ready to do so yet, and he assumes Taeyong feels the same and that they will get to that point again, eventually.

"Oh... It's..." Yeosang puts his phone away, and his eyes shift between Felix and Hyunjin who are both looking at him with curious eyes. He avoids looking at San, as much as possible, but he already knows that the older is busy looking pissed underneath his dark hair.

Yeosang has only had four shifts at work the past two weeks, but every time he has watched San take a new girl with him when he left. It hurt each and every time, but Yeosang knows he can't do anything about it - and why should he? He's with Taeyong now, and he shouldn't waste his time wondering what could have been, with a fuckboy who obviously never gave a shit about him.

The things Wendy had told him, about San having feelings for him, had disturbed his mind quite a lot to begin with. But every time he and San met at work, the war inside of Yeosang started to fade more and more, as the cold wall of silence between them had built itself higher and stronger. Wendy must've been wrong, simple as that.

"It's just my boyfriend..." Yeosang finally mumbles, and the others' eyes widen up in surprise. Well, not San's though. Instead, a low huff is coming from him, but Yeosang pretends he doesn't hear it.

"You have a boyfriend? Wow, why didn't you tell us?" Hyunjin asks, leaning in across the table with a very clear 'tell me more' face.

"Well I... I just didn't feel the time was right..."

"Or, is it because he's married?" San suddenly cuts in, his voice cold but his eyes burning as Yeosang unwillingly turns to look at him.

Yeosang glares at him, lips pursed together as he tries to think of a response. Out of all nights, tonight had to be the one where San didn't just go home straight after work, with his newest victim clinging onto him. Typical.

"He's married?" Hyunjin then asks, sounding a little concerned.

Hyunjin runs his fingers through his light brown hair, while glancing at Felix in an attempt of getting some back up. But Felix looks just as stunned, and for the first time ever he doesn't seem to have anything to say.

"Yes, he is pretty damn married, isn't he, Yeosang?" San continues, briefly smirking at the edge of his glass as he takes a long sip.

His eyes are piercing into Yeosang's, and every second hurts like hell. Yeosang fights to stay calm, despite all he wants to do is either smack San in the face - or just run away.

"It's... It's a little complicated..." the low voice that leaves Yeosang's lip is practically a deep growl, as he breaks free from San's demeaning stare.

"Is it, really? I think it's quite simple. He might be your boyfriend, but you're only his second choice. Just a piece on the side," San adds.

"Dude..." it quietly comes from Hyunjin's side, but Yeosang is too fuel up with anger to even notice.

The truth in San's words is burning its way from Yeosang's ears and into his heart, and he can't stop it from hurting - no matter how hard he tries. Of course San is right, Yeosang will always be the second choice. Taeyong might have stated that he and Joy don't even share the same apartment back in New York, and that they only see each other at official events and such. But on papers, she is his wife, and they are the couple that people know of.

"I should get going..." Yeosang mumbles, getting up from his seat.

Hyunjin tries to make him stay, apologizing on San's behalf, but Yeosang has had enough, he needs to get out of there before his temper gets the best of him.

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♫ 5 Seconds of Summer - Lie to me

A/N: So guys, what do you think? Is Taeyong really in love with Yeosang? Or is he just doing it to prove that he always gets what he wants - like he told San in the previous chapter? ;D  And I hope you're ready for some good drama coming up <3