A/N: This chapter is kinda m-rated, but not quite enough for me to actually put it in the title. So yeah... Now you've been "warned" lol.

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"Lucas, I..."

Everything around him fades away, and the only thing he hears is his own heartbeat - and the only thing he sees is Lucas' brown eyes. The soft touch alone is more than enough for Yeosang to fall right back into the arms of the older, but suddenly reality hits him.

The two of them had been so close to making it together, but they didn't - and they wouldn't a second time around either. Yeosang slowly pulls away, with an apologetic smile hesitantly showing on his face.

"Lucas, I'm sorry..." his voice is a whisper, and he quickly turns to stare at the tiles under his feet again. "Believe me, I would die for another night with you, I really would... But... We can't... We shouldn't..."

Lucas nods, and he scoots away to show he respects Yeosang's choice. Everything is slowly starting to return to normal in Yeosang's head, the sounds from the party inside the building is running through his ears, and he wonders what San is doing right now - and how he gets out of the awkward situation this suddenly has turned into.

"Well... It's a little awkward now, isn't it?" Lucas softly chuckles, just as Yeosang thinks the thought himself.

They look at each other, and both start laughed at the same time. Lucas then pats Yeosang on the thigh, and with a wink he stands up.

"Let's go inside again?" he then says, nodding his head towards the doors.

With his head feeling rather dizzy, Yeosang follows the older, while trying to stay as calm and collected as possible - if the dizziness is caused by alcohol starting to really kick in, or the fact that he almost kissed his ex, is a bit unclear to him.

"Ah, there you are!" Jun calls out, just as they return to the table.

The fashion designer is sitting next to San with his arm around him, while San is leaning across the table, almost lying on top of it - hands covering his face.

"I think San has had a bit too much to drink," Jun nervously chuckles, gently stroking San's back.

San just mumbles some gibberish, while trying to sit back up on his chair. His blonde hair is messed up, and he seems to have problems keeping his eyes open, as he sways from side to side.

"San? Are you okay?" Yeosang asks, squatting down next to San's chair. "Let's get you home."

Uncoordinated arm gestures and some drunken mumbling comes from San, but he eventually attempts to get up on his feet. Yeosang puts his arm around the younger, and gives him support to his jelly-like body while they slowly walk towards the doors. Both Jun and Lucas follow, trying their best to help as well. Lucas offers to have his driver get Yeosang and San home safely, but Yeosang politely declines, saying they will just get a cab.

"Guys, I am fine. I don't need to go home, let's just stay! Let's all staaay, have some driiinks, have some fuuun!" San says - changing between mumbling and cheerful singing, but his head keeps dangling at his chest.

"Yes, you are fine, I understand," Yeosang says, shaking his head while dragging San down the hallway to get outside. "But you still need to go home and sleep."

"No, why? I am super fine, I-..." San suddenly stops moving, and his eyes widen up while his lips are pressed together. "Wait, no... I think I might need to... I..."

It only takes a few gagging noises, before Yeosang and Jun almost carries San towards the bathrooms, and the younger storms into one of the booths and slams the door behind him. Yeosang patiently waits outside the door, frowning at the sound of San throwing up in the toilet on the other side. Jun is leaning against the wall, checking his phone - while Lucas is outside trying to get hold of a cab.

What a night it has been, way too many things have happened in very short amount of time - but when he thinks about it he really wouldn't be without it. Not even now, when he has to take care of a way beyond wasted San. Yeosang smiles to himself - it had never even crossed his mind that he would become anywhere near friends with the younger, and here they are. Not to say that he thinks of them being actual friends yet, but at least they aren't ready to rip each other's heads off at any given second now.

"I quite enjoyed talking with your friend tonight," Jun suddenly says. "He is really cute."

He pushes his dark hair back, and looks over at Yeosang with those beautiful bright eyes. But suddenly, Yeosang feels nothing at all when looking into them. Maybe he's just too intoxicated himself, or maybe he is finally starting to get over all the dangerous pitfalls in his life - sexy designers included.

"He is," Yeosang chuckles back.

"Would it... Be super weird if I gave him my number?" the older asks, and for the first time ever he actually looks a little shy. "I mean... You and I, we are not a thing anymore, right? I haven't heard from you since the last time, so..."

The dark locks of hair falls down at the side of his face, and he tugs them behind his ears with a nervous smile. Yeosang looks at him in fascination before realizing it's his turn to speak. He then quickly shakes his head, and steps away from the door to the bathroom stall.

"I think he would be really happy if you did," he then says, still in awe of the soft side that the arrogant designer is suddenly showing.

"Well..." Jun clears his throat, while searching for something in his pocket. "I know you have my number, but I guess it'll be nicer if you just give him this. I have to go now, I have to catch a plane to LA in a few hours. I'm sorry. Please tell San I'm sorry, and well... I hope to hear from him."

Yeosang takes the business card from Jun's hand, and the older sends him a cheeky smile and a wink before he walks out the door. Only a few seconds later it seems like San is finally done throwing up, and he fiddles around with the lock, before stumbling out of the booth.

"You okay?" Yeosang carefully asks, although it's pretty obvious that San isn't feeling all that good right now.

Even his shirt is a mess, when the younger walks to the sink and rinses his mouth. He keeps swaying from side to side, and the water splashes everywhere around him.

"Let's go home, San." With a gentle touch, Yeosang puts his arm around him, and helps him towards the door - perfectly timed with a text from Lucas ticking in on his phone, saying he's gotten a cab for them.

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Twenty minutes later, San and Yeosang is walking towards the entrance to their apartment building. Yeosang is a little lost in his own thoughts, and the bittersweet smile Lucas had sent him before they said farewell outside the cab. It's over now, it's actually really over - and for the first time in a very, very long time Yeosang has no one to fall back on. No random hook-ups waiting in the wing, or anything like that - but he won't deny how nice it would be to spend the night with someone cute, although he did tell himself to only look tonight.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I messed up my chances of getting lucky tonight!" San suddenly whines, seemingly feeling the same struggle as well. His arms are uncontrollably flaring in front of him, while he stumbles around on their way up the stairs.

"Actually-" Yeosang starts off, but is instantly cut off by the blonde who is still too drunk to register anything.

"I just wanted to have fun tonight, and now I've made a complete fool of myself!" San cries out with a pout - but his rant doesn't stop there. "I know it's your ex, kind of, but Jun was really cute, and I thought maybe I had a chance! But now he probably just thinks I'm some immature kid. Why can't I just meet someone cute? Is that too much to as for! Someone cute, with a big dick please - and maybe we will get married or maybe we won't. But it would be nice if we did - but we probably won't. Because the guy for me apparently doesn't exist, and I am on my way home alone with puke on my shirt and and... And Wooyoung is going to marry that girl, and I will end up alone with fifteen cats, and..."

"San, San! Easy, calm down..." Yeosang pulls San closer to him, and he feels how the younger is shaking by his side. "It's going to be okay. You are just really drunk right now, and you will feel better tomorrow!"

"But I will still be alone tomorrow... And Wooyoung is probably spending another night at his stupid girlfriend's house..."

Yeosang struggles trying to unlock the door, while holding onto San - and not let him fall over his own feet and onto the floor. San keeps blabbering, right up till the moment they step inside. Suddenly he just looks so sad, and he sighs heavily while dragging his coat off and just throws it on the floor.

None of them says anything while they head towards the bathroom to brush their teeth. The reflection that meets them in the mirror is a big mess, and Yeosang tries his best not to look at it. Both of them sure needs to just go to bed, and sleep it out - and maybe they can go out for some hangover soup tomorrow. Anything else will feel better than how they are feeling right now.

"You know..." San mumbles with the sound of his toothbrush almost drowning out his words. "When I first met you, I actually thought you were really cute... But then, I realized you were super annoying, and a total fuckboy, so..."

A little smile tugs Yeosang's lips when he thinks back to the time they first met. He definitely can't deny that he was quite busy with the guys back then, and there surely had been some cute ones - and one very special one...

"Well, wouldn't have fucked you, even if I could," he replies, as he spits into the sink.

"Don't lie to me, you totally would!" San scoffs, nudging Yeosang's arm with his elbow.

"Just brush your teeth, and then get your horny ass to bed," Yeosang laughs at the younger, and he ruffles his blonde hair before leaving the bathroom. "Night, Sannie..."

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Yeosang stares into the darkness, only a weak light from the moon outside makes it through the thin curtains at his windows. But still, everything around him is just bleak. He lies on his back on his bed, and taps his fingers against his chest - feeling so exhausted but absolutely restless too.

With a long sigh, he runs over the night in his head - his head which is still feeling a little dizzy from drinking too much. He sure wouldn't have minded one last night with Lucas, who definitely knows what he is doing in bed. But things between them have ended, and they need to stay that way - no matter how needy and lonely Yeosang feels in this moment.

But his mind won't let him fall asleep, and the alcohol in his blood only intensifies every little feeling inside of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, his right hand is slowly moving down under the covers, and into his sweatpants.

He bites his lip, holding back a soft moan as he starts stroking himself. His left hand is clenched around the soft sheet, while the pace of his other starts getting faster.

"Yeosang?" a quiet whisper suddenly comes from the door. "Are you sleeping?"

Yeosang flinches in his bed, cheeks turning warm, and he just prays that the darkness of his room hides what he was doing.

"N-no..." Yeosang turns around in his bed, and sees San's silhouette swaying at the door. "San, you need to rest, go to bed."

The younger mumbles something Yeosang can't hear, but it probably doesn't make sense anyway. He then almost falls over his own feet, and Yeosang sighs as he gets out of bed - but quickly makes sure to hide the thing he was trying to take care of.

"Do you need help walking back to your room," Yeosang offers, hiding a chuckle under his breath.

"Why don't we just go to your room," San then says, with an odd-looking attempt of wiggling his eyebrows.

"This is my room, and no." The chuckle escapes from Yeosang's lips, and he places his hands on each of San's slim shoulders to hold his drunken body still. "San, you're drunk, you need to sleep."

"And? So are you!"

"Yes but..."

"And I'm really horny, and you're too, right? I mean..." San giggles, and Yeosang gasps in surprise, when the younger's hand strokes over his sweatpants - up his inner thigh.

"So, we can't fuck," San continues. "But we can still do other stuff, you know..."

"I honestly don't know how to feel, hearing those words come out of your mouth..."

San's lips are pressed against his, before Yeosang even gets the chance to react at all. His head is spinning, from both the alcohol and confusion. But he quickly gives in - San is right after all, he sure is horny too.

Both part their lips at the same time, and their tongues find each other - twisting and turning around in a lustful dance. San hums cutely, and he slowly wraps his arms around Yeosang's neck to pull him even closer.

Yeosang feels his entire body heat up with need, and the little voice in his head that tries to tell him it's a bad idea is soon drowned by his own desire. San gently pushes him against the doorframe, and their bodies are pressing against each other with heavy breathing between each kiss.

"I... I want to feel you come in my mouth," San purrs in Yeosang's ear. "I need it, so bad."

"Don't talk like that..." Yeosang whispers back, with his fingers diving through the soft blonde hair.

"Why not?"

"Because it's too sexy..."

Their lips meet again, even hungrier than before, while their hands are starting to feel each other up. Yeosang moans softly at the feeling of San's hard erection rubbing against his own, and all he can think about is tearing both of their clothes off and get into bed with the pretty blonde.

But suddenly it feels like his heart stops, and everything happens way too fast for him to actually understand what is going on...

The light in the living room has been turned on, and makes both San and Yeosang flinch away from each other. Wooyoung is standing outside his door, at the other side of the living room, his hand still resting on the lightswitch, while he stares at his friends with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"