san made his way back to his house in the rain. after having a late night he came back to yeosang so they can have breakfast together. yeosang was already making some pancakes by the time he arrived and fortunately he didn't ask san where he has been.

after they ate san decided that it was time to leave. and now he was on the street the rain falling from the dark grey clouds.

grey like wooyoung. even the rain reminded him of his lover. well mostly of himself. when he was young his mom used to tell him that when it rains the clouds are sad and they cry.

and he's sad and cries just like the clouds. he looked at his now covered in raindrops hand and smiled. such a simple thing that can make san smile like an idiot.

the raindrops were small, with different shapes and looked like tiny stars. just like the ones wooyoung has in his eyes. the shiny raindrops aren't just tears, they can be a part of the universe as well.

so tiny and delicate just like a butterfly. san looked up from his hand at the clouds. they were even more gray. the clouds must be very sad today. not only the clouds.

when the sun rised this morning san was still on wooyoung's lap kissing him. then hongjoong called and wooyoung had to leave.

of course he did. but if san calls him now he won't come. he'll never be important to the blonde. and that's when the weather changed almost feeling the pain san had in his heart. like the clouds were crying along with his broken soul.

was it worth crying for a heart that is too far away for you to feel it? a question that was common for san. he never had a certain answer though.

there it is. his small white house. a car was parked in front of it which means his mom was home. he hurried to open it and made his way inside.

"mom! are you here?" he yelled and took of his shoes.

"i'm in the kitchen!" she yelled back and san went to greet her. he isn't very close to his mother anymore but he still loves her. with her goods and bads.

she's always there for him even in the hard times. her smile can light up a room and her touches are soft and filled with love. she has never been a good cooker but she tries her best to do it for san.

the scent of her strawberry body cream can be felt in all the hallway and some of it in the kitchen. she just came out of the shower.

"hi what are you cooking?" san said and looked at his busy mother.

"some noodles...i think" they laughed and san took a cherry from a bowl he found on the table.

"they look good. not like noodles but good"

"you should be supportive. i'm trying my best here" he smiled.

"where have you been? i called you but you didn't answer" his mother asked and started to wash a plate.

"i went to a party with yeosang. and he got drunk so i decided to spend the night with him. and this morning he made pancakes" his mom looked at him and smiled.

"you really spent the night with him! look at your neck" she then laughed and san blushed.

"no mom. not like that!"

"and then who did that masterpiece? hmm?" his mom has always been a tease. asking inappropriate questions that made san uncomfortable. but he had to tell her so she won't discover by herself.

one of her many abilities was the spy one. he never knew why his mom decided to become a nurse if she's that good at spying. or maybe FBI didn't want to hire her.

"you don't know him..." san looked at the floor trying to hide his rose blush.

"try me" his mom said and crossed her arms.

"wooyoung. you know him?"

"he is yerim's neighbor. he lives by himself. he has a samoyed dog and he has blonde hair" san's jaw dropped. his mom was indeed a spy.

"how...who told you this?"

"every afternoon, when i don't work i drink a coffee with yerim and i see him playing with his dog" she smiled proud of herself.

"stalker" san whispered.

"ha ha very funny. i am not. and he has a boyfriend when did you two had the time to do this?"

"boyfriend?" san's heart skipped a beat at the word 'boyfriend'. his mom was wrong for sure.

"yeah. he is short, has a blonde hair but not as blonde as wooyoung's. and his smile is beautiful. they always kiss and this boy calls wooyoung sweetheart"

"yeah unfortunately i know his boyfriend as well. let me know when you finish cooking" san rushed in his room leaving his mother with a confused expression on her face.

he closed the white wood door and sat on his bed, tears starting to fall on his cheeks. not the first time when he's crying because of this but this time it hit harder.

now his cheeks looked like the window. with small tears that looked exactly like the raindrops from the window.

he took a deep breath and went to open it so more fresh air will come in the room. wooyoung is an asshole that has no problem to make out with san and then with hongjoong. maybe it was the time to let go of him.

"san...can i come in?" his mom said and san went to open the door.

"here is some hot chocolate. it is cold outside so drink it to be warm. i love you" she left the hot cup on the night table and closed the door behind her.

at least his mother loves him. he took the cup and started to drink the hot liquid as he watched how more raindrops fall on his window.

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