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Switching into airplane mode again
We're not alright, but I'll pretend
Press my cheek against the glass
Just be good 'til I get back

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YEOSANG

Yeosang keeps staring at his phone, which is lying next to him on the bed. The screen is black, but his fingers are itching to unlock it, and he struggles to hold back from doing so. Instead he tosses and turns in the bed, his body restless and his mind chaotic.

The others are still out somewhere, probably moved onto clubbing or something by now, but Yeosang had felt too upset to stay out. On one hand he isn't too proud of his behavior tonight - yelling at San like that, but on the other he doesn't regret it at all. San did say some pretty mean things as well, so why should Yeosang be the first one to apologize.

Or maybe he should? What happened tonight wasn't entirely San's fault. There's been something on Yeosang's mind ever since they checked in, something which is nagging him to the point where he's about to go insane - making him jumpy and way easier to piss off than usual.

When they had arrived to the bungalow, and went to their separate rooms to dress up for dinner, Yeosang had called Taeyong to tell him they had made it to Hawaii without any problems. Well, there's of course the San-problem, but Yeosang knew he shouldn't even mention San being there as well.

Yeosang had felt his heart stop, when a smooth male voice were flowing through his ears, as the call was answered. The voice wasn't Taeyong's, it was someone else's - a stranger who had introduced himself as Ten, Taeyong's "assistant".

But, there had been a certain hesitation in Ten's voice, which Yeosang quickly had noticed - and it had made him feel uneasy right away.

He had pulled out his, more or less advanced, stalking skills and went onto all of Taeyong's social media accounts to find clues on who this guy could be. And just as Felix had called from the living room that it was time to leave, Yeosang found something he deeply wished he hadn't.

Ten was apparently a very beautiful guy, which made Yeosang feel even more nervous, but one particular photo of him had made Yeosang see red. In that photo, this stranger, was wearing a shirt that Yeosang had had custom made for Taeyong, for his birthday when they were dating.

Yeosang remembers, and he knows how this shirt is one of a kind - with the golden T on the pocket to the left, which Yeosang had spent hours trying to sketch out just right.

This had led to instant overthinking, of course, and overthinking mixed with alcohol is a dangerous combination.

Top that off with San being more annoying than ever, speaking words that had hit Yeosang like several bullets to the heart.

"... your delusional idea that he actually loves you."

Yeosang sucks his lower lip in between his teeth, lightly chewing it while staring at the ceiling. He hasn't claimed that Taeyong loves him, this time around, he isn't even sure if he feels that way himself yet. They have yet to label whatever is going on between them as well, but Yeosang had felt no rush in doing so - and he has to admit that he's only used the term "boyfriend" to piss San off.

The clicking sound of his phone unlocking, comes without Yeosang even realizing he has picked up the phone, and he is soon scrolling through Ten's Instagram once again. Yeosang scrolls down, months back, to find the photo he had seen before leaving for dinner. The photo is eight months old, meaning it was taken only a couple of months after he and Taeyong broke up.

'Miss you - T' the caption says, and Yeosang is ready to throw his phone straight into the wall. He would be a fool to believe that this guy is Taeyong's assistant. First of all, Yeosang hasn't heard that name before, and second - why would his assistant pick up his phone at 10PM?

But instead of throwing anything, he decides to call up Taeyong, to confront him even though it's probably stupid to do so over the phone. But what other choice does he have anyway? Yeosang takes a quick look at the time, almost 4AM where he is - meaning it should be around 9AM for Taeyong.

Waiting for Taeyong to pick up feels like years, and Yeosang is anxiously pacing back and forth next to the bed - heart in his throat.

"Hello? Yeosang?" Taeyong's voice finally says on the other end of the line.

"Hey... I..." Yeosang dumps down to sit on the edge of the bed. Suddenly he regrets calling, maybe he should just stay quiet. It could be a big, stupid misunderstanding and if he brings it up, he'll look jealous and possessive, and they'll most likely get into an argument...

"What is going on? Are you okay?"

"Who is Ten?" Yeosang blurts out, pinching his eyes closed as he realizes the words have slipped through his lips.

"What? Why are you asking me that?"

"I..." Yeosang has to stop himself, to take a deep breath. The following words are harder to let go of than he thought they would be, "I just need to know. Who is he, and why did he pick up your phone at 10PM last night? And... Just be honest with me, please..."

Taeyong turns silent, while Yeosang feels like burning up inside. The silence is only making things worse, as if it's confirming the fear which has been growing in his mind.

"Can we talk about this some other time? I'm on my way to a meeting," Taeyong then says, "I'll call you later, okay? I have to go now, bye."

With those words, Taeyong hangs up the phone, not even waiting for Yeosang to answer at all.

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The following day, Yeosang is sitting at the kitchen counter, eating some cereal while looking out the window, trying to relax and enjoy the view. He didn't get much sleep last night, instead he had been sitting in the bed waiting for Taeyong to call him back, which he never did.

It's way past 2PM, but Hyunjin and Felix are still sleeping from their wild night out - the quiet moment in the bungalow is soon to be ruined.

The door opens and San walks in, only wearing a pair of red, loose swimming trunks, apparently returning from the beach although he's done nothing but complain about hating sunny vacations. His dark hair is wet and pushed back, dripping down his shoulders and naked chest.

He side eyes Yeosang, while walking past him to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I know I'm hot, but could you refrain yourself from coming all over yourself, thanks," San scoffs, emptying half of the water bottle in one go.

"You fucking wish, San," Yeosang says, rolling his eyes, but he can't lie to himself about the fact that San looks hot as hell.

Yeosang almost chokes on his cereal when San suddenly walks behind him, spinning him around on the bar chair to make them face each other. San then leans in, placing one hand on each side of Yeosang against the counter behind him, preventing Yeosang from getting away.

"Maybe I do," San then whispers, his lips uncomfortably close to Yeosang's, "Maybe I miss having you under me, hearing you scream my name and beg me for more."

The dark eyes are staring directly into Yeosang's, and he nervously moves around on the seat of the chair. He and San hasn't talked at all since their fight last night, and getting this close is definitely not something Yeosang had expected - and neither is it something he likes at all.

A smirk shows on San's face, and Yeosang is ready to smack it right off of him. He knows San's only doing this to piss him off again, but he won't get his way this time.

"I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work," Yeosang grumbles, "I'm not going to lose my temper with you again, so just stop it already."

"Why don't you just do it, Yeosang? Just lose it with me, let me fill you out right here on the kitchen counter," San teases him. "No one can fuck you like I did, and you know that."

Despite his seductive, and rather vulgar words, the look in San's eyes is cold and lacking any spark of desire.

"You're so full of it. Just stay away from me!" Yeosang finally collects himself enough to push San away.

"Whatever..." with the water bottle in one hand, San walks away.

✧

Not a minute passes by, without Yeosang checking his phone to see if he's missed a call from Taeyong. But every time he ends up disappointed, when there's no notifications waiting for him.

Every single little thing around him is getting on his nerves, and his body is so tense it might just explode. When Felix and Hyunjin have left, to go learn how to surf, Yeosang has stayed back at the bungalow out of danger of drowning someone - or at least himself.

But the joy only lasts until the sound from San watching TV on maximum volume in his room, is making Yeosang lose the last of his patience.

"Could you keep it down, please?" Yeosang says, as he practically slams the door open to San's room.

"Why don't you just go back to your own room, and waste your time on that stupid boyfriend of yours?" San snorts, rolling his eyes, obviously in annoyance of Yeosang's sudden presence.

"Well, at least he isn't some immature asshole, like you!" Yeosang snarls, his teeth bared like a predator ready to attack. His anger only intensifies at the lie he just let out. Whatever Taeyong is doing, obviously lying and ignoring him like this, isn't something that'll make him earn the maturity award.

San doesn't seem too bothered by Yeosang's anger, although he does lower the volume on the TV just a bit. With slow steps, San comes towards Yeosang, his head tilted slightly downwards as he keeps hold of their deadly glare at each other.

"Oh! So I'm immature? Really? Who dragged a fake boyfriend to a party, to make his ex jealous? Oh right, that was you, Yeosang!"

"Shut up, San! You fucking begged me to take you!" Yeosang shouts, his hands clenching into closed fists.

He is sick and tired of feeling so powerless all the time. He isn't the one being in control in the relationship with Taeyong, not back then and not now - and he now realizes how much he hates that. And with San, it wasn't any different. San always had the upper hand, and looking at him now is no different, not even with Yeosang yelling at his face.

"Just, like the way you begged me to make you come, over and over again?" San mocks, as they stand face to face, only inches away from each other.

The dark hair is falling over San's eyes, but his gloating glare is piercing right through it.

"Fuck you!" Yeosang shouts, uncontrollably throwing hand gestures all over the place. He has had enough, San needs to be taken down a peg, maybe two even.

"No, fuck you, Yeosang! You're acting like such a little bitch!" San practically spits the last word out, his lips formed in a mocking smile while he gets even closer.

And suddenly Yeosang completely loses it - loses control of himself, his actions, his words, everything.

"If anyone here is acting like a bitch, it's you!" Yeosang growls, grabbing a hold around the collar of San's shirt and pushing him against the wall. "And maybe you need to get fucked like one!"

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♫ 5 Seconds of Summer - Why won't you love me

A/N: Don't worry guys, they'll have plenty of time to just relax and do fun stuff at the beach with Felix and Hyunjin............ later 🤭