— yeosang.

@✽ yeosang k. "youre still helping make this faster though, hm?" he snickers with a shake of his head, turning to the stove to begin cooking the eggs, occasionally glancing over at yeosang to check on him before returning to making the omelets each time. even though they werent far from each other, san found himself missing yeosang, the rush of sorrow washing through him the same way before he found the other again. but he shook it off, reminding himself that his best friend was right next to him; he didnt want to seem super clingy by hugging onto the other each time he felt this way so he ignored it and kept cooking.

@✽ san c. "the rice would be easy to make, i have a rice cooker you know." yeosang giggled quietly and moved to the pantry to pull the rice cooker out, and he gave san a raised eyebrow with a cheeky grin slowly spreading on his face. "i'll make the rice then, since you suggeste the split." he nodded a few times and ran a hand through his black hair before plugging in the rice cooker, getting out the rice so he could start to wash it.

@✽ yeosang k. nodding at the suggestion of a basic korean meal, he grabs the ingredients and materials they'll need to make it and places them on the counter by the stove before turning to yeosang, a fond smile stretching across his features at how proud the other looked when holding up the kimchi. he takes the container and places it on the counter alongside the other items he had out. "we can split this up and you make the rice while i make the omelettes? or the other way around? itll be faster that way." he a brow as he looks over at the elder awaiting a response.

@✽ san c. yeosang placed the phone on the kitchen counter and went to join san at the pantry, looking inside and humming quietly to himself. "i have eggs and rice, and i think i have some chicken that i can cook. we could make a classic korean breakfast with some omelettes and rice? i know i have kimchi, i can't live without that stuff." he moved from san's side to pull his large container of kimchi out of the refrigerator before grinning widely, holding it up like a prize to san.

@✽ yeosang k. while yeosang busied himself with groceries, san moved to tidy up the place a bit; throwing away trash and relocating objects that weren’t where they belonged. once hearing you’ve finished, he turns to you before nodding quickly at the suggestion of food, “hmm. what do you have?” he questioned while walking to the kitchen and scanning through the pantry. “is there something you have in mind?”

@✽ san c. yeosang nodded and turned away with a blush on his lips before going to grab his laptop, sitting at the kitchen counter so he could have a steady place to rest it on. he pulled up the delivery website and took his time in clicking things to add to his bag, sounding out words every so often to make sure he was picking the correct thing. finally he hit order and got the confirmation email that it would be delivered around 3pm that day, and yeosang turned to look back at san. "breakfast now? i don't have a lot, but we could probably make something simple."

@✽ yeosang k. he offered a small smile as they made eye contact again, softening at the little pout of yeosang’s before pulling away with a hum of agreement, “go ahead and do that.” he moved to settle on the couch, watching yeosang intently as he props his chin on his palm

@✽ san c. yeosang looked up at san with a slight pout on his lips and nodded a few times in agreement, his fingers curling around san's collar for a moment before he jerkily pulled them away. "okay. okay, let me order really quickly so it'll get delivered today. i wanted to make bibimbap for dinner, maybe with some beef bulgolgi too. i had a craving."

@✽ yeosang k. nodding slowly as he listened, he gazed at them other before pursing his lips, “you’re staying home today. and i won’t leave your side. you can order the groceries and i can make you breakfast. i’ll take care of you.” his voice remained low, his hands rubbing along yeosang’s arms soothingly and mindlessly

@✽ san c. "i'm proud of you." yeosang kept his voice in a whisper as he curled his fingers around san's hands, and his amber eyes flicked up to look into san's before he smiled softly. "i was gonna make breakfast, but i don't have anything going on today. i think i need to go grocery shopping, but i might order it for delivery today. sometimes...sometimes it's hard to go out. i don't like noises."

@✽ yeosang k. san exhaled slowly to attempt to release some of the tension in his body; he was so on edge and he didn’t know why. “no. i don’t. i stopped in the middle of high school.” he shook his head quickly, rubbing his thumbs over yeosang’s hands and lifting them to kiss his fingers delicately. “do you have plans today?”

@✽ san c. "you did your best." yeosang mumbled, already knowing what had happened to his mother. she had tried her best, but alcoholism had taken her before yeosang could hug her again - he was sad about it but was just glad that she hadn't been in pain as long as he had, because he hated it when she suffered. "do you still - do you drink like that still?"

@✽ yeosang k. he softened a little hearing yeosang call him a good friend, he never really thought he was but it felt nice to hear otherwise. “i became a whole different person when you disappeared, sang. i resorted to drinking underage— it was so bad.” he shook his head at the memory as he moved his hands to hold onto yeosang’s. “i tried looking after your mother. i checked in often. but..” he sighed and shook his head slowly, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

@✽ san c. "you're a good friend." yeosang mumbled quietly, his fingers curling tightly in the front of san's shirt as he held onto him - as though if he blinked for too long, san would be another dream in the darkness of his home for the last ten years. "i never stopped thinking about you, in there. what was my sannie doing? hopefully not getting into too much trouble."

@✽ yeosang k. san found himself building up self-hatred over the years after it had happened, he blamed himself and believed he could’ve done something to stop such a traumatic thing from happening to his best friend. “i know you’re not. because i’ll make sure of it. i’ll do anything and everything to stop you from getting hurt again.” he promised as he grew serious, “i’ll install a security system if i have to. i’ll put a tracker on you. i’ll take every step to ensure your safety.”

@✽ san c. "i'm here." yeosang repeated as he looked up at san, his eyes filling up with tears again as he thought about the same thing. there were so many long moments in the dark where he tried to remember san's mannerisms and the sound of his voice, only to come up empty because he hadn't been able to hear anything in /years/. "i'm not leaving again."

@✽ yeosang k. “i know. i’m not opposed.” he shook his head quickly, not wanting to give yeosang the idea of any disapproval from san. he would support him no matter what as long as he was safe and happy. “mhm. i did it for you.” he offered another broken smile, his disappearance was the only reason he wanted this career; before that, he never considered forensics. he closed his eyes for a bit as he felt the touch, leaning into it before looking at yeosang again, gazing at him. “i was so scared, sang. i thought i lost you forever.”

@✽ san c. "i don't have any option, and i can't- sit around and do nothing." yeosang mumbled shyly, ashamed of the fact that he was essentially selling his body for money without ever letting anybody touch him, and he shook his head before looking up with a shy smile. "detective? oh, like a police but better. that's really great, sannie. i'm proud of you, you made something of yourself." he nodded a few times and reached up to run his fingers through san's hair before resting his hand on the side of his neck.

@✽ yeosang k. “byeol.” he nodded with a soft chuckle, admiring the other’s features, still having a hard time accepting reality as it all felt surreal; trying to memorize how he looks. he smiled a bit when he noticed his birthmark, one of his favorite features. his smile quickly fell when yeosang began describing what has been going on in the last year, “you’re doing so much better. i’m proud of you. you- a stripper- wow.” he was caught off guard, though he was partially not surprised since he knew that yeosang didn’t have many options without a diploma or a degree. “that’s great, sang. i’m a lead detective now.”

@✽ san c. "byeol." yeosang mumbled quietly before he brought his hand up to sign her name just to get used to it, leaning into the hand that brushed his hair back before looking up at san with big eyes. "sometime last year, but i was in a lot of...how do you say, learn how to walk? i was in the hospital for a long time. i got out a few months ago, and i'm...a stripper now. i'm trying to get a tutor too, i have a meeting with a dong sicheng soon."

@✽ yeosang k. san could feel his heart break more at the thought, he didn’t even think he wanted to know what happened, he was just happy yeosang was okay. and alive. “i know..” he whispered, caressing yeosang’s face to comfort him as he listened to him speak, ‘ unfortunately not. i got a new cat during college, her name is byeol.’ he smiled as he signed, moving a hand to push a few strands from your face, ‘when did you get back?’

@✽ san c. "nothing good." yeosang whispered, hopefully loud enough that san could hear him since his implants were still turned down. he tore his eyes away from san to look down, sniffling softly as he shook his head. "i didn't know- my mom, she's gone. i don't have anybody anymore. i miss your mom too. do you still have your cat taeyang? maybe not, he was getting old years ago."

@✽ yeosang k. san was on the verge of breaking down again after being reciprocated the phrase, holding the other close as he hid away in san’s chest, petting his hair to help soothe him, burying his face into his head and continued holding him. after a while, he glanced around for a moment, taking in the familiarity of the place; he missed it all. “my mother missed you too. you should see her sometime.” he pulled back to speak so the other could read his lips, not wanting to have to let go just to sign. “what did they do to you?”

@✽ san c. yeosang sniffled and wiped at his eyes when san pulled away, and he laughed breathlessly when the other signed to him. he still knew the signs, and that was /crazy/ to him that san had made sure to keep up on ksl. 'i love you too sannie.' yeosang's hands were shaking as he attempted to sign back, but he couldn't help but surge forward again to bury himself into san's chest. he was just a few centimetres shorter than the other but he seemed much bigger than him, and yeosang made himself comfortable in san's embrace.

@✽ yeosang k. he clung onto yeosang for a long while, a whole decade without his best friend was difficult, and seeing him and hearing him again broke him down easily than anything else ever did. “missed you too.” his words and hands trembled, pulling back after another moment to look at him, holding his face in his hands as he stared with tear filled eyes. ‘i love you so much.’ he signed with a broken smile, tears still streaming down his cheeks as his thumbs brushed away yeosang’s tears.

@✽ san c. the words that came from san's mouth weren't the easiest to decipher for yeosang—he still wasn't used to spoken korean. but the hug meant everything to him, and yeosang immediately clutched tightly onto san with a sob leaving his lips as he buried his face into san's neck. "so long, sannie i missed you so much." his body was shaking as he clung to his first and only friend, his hands trembling as they gripped onto san's shirt.

@✽ yeosang k. san noticed a figure in the kitchen but couldn’t make out the face from the water in his eyes, blinking away the tears at the call of his name, he places the key aside on the hook by the door before slowly stepping towards the other, he couldn’t believe his eyes. he watched the other sign before his lips shakily form into a small smile, nodding quickly before hugging his arms tightly around him, choking up a sob as he held him close, “i never gave up on you. i never stopped looking.” he struggled to speak, fingers curling into the fabric of the other’s shirt, afraid to let go.

@✽ san c. yeosang had just gotten up after a long night at the club and he rubbed at his eyes, slowly turning his implants up just a little so he could get used to hearing for the day—he had found that doing this meant easier nights at the club, and he wasn't going to let that pass him by. he slipped his feet into his slippers and walked out of his bedroom to goninto the kitchen, scratching at his chest through his shirt and fixing his pyjama bottoms before pausing. there was a key turning in his front door, and so he turned to face it before his eyes widened. there was a tall man around his age who had come in, a familiar keychain of a raccoon on his keys that yeosang remembered crocheting for him, and his hands started to shake. "san-ah?" he asked softly, biting on his bottom lip, and his eyes instantly became wet with tears ready to spill over his cheeks. he couldn't get out anymore words so his hands came up, trembling as he signed. 'san, is that really you?'

@✽ yeosang k. san wasn’t in town for very long — maybe a couple days — until he got a call from his mother on the way home. “hey what’s u- what? mom slow down-“ he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying until she finally slowed her words. “what.” his grip tightened on the wheel, his eyes getting watery, “you’re ing with me.” he shook his head, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing as he ended the call and tossed his phone aside, taking a sharp turn to turn back around where he came from to head to where he recalled yeosang used to live, hoping that’s where he was now. he pulled up to the house and parked at the curb, rushing out and up to the door, fighting back tears, he couldn’t accept reality. his best friend was alive? he fumbled through his keys and got the door open, shutting it behind him and looked around frantically, “yeosang?!”

@✽ san c. yeosang perked up when he could hear that san was there, and he slid over to the door before yanking it open with a smile on his lips. "hey, sorry i- it's a little smokey in here, i can't cook? so i ordered a pizza so we're not eating whatever my lunch turned out to be." he rubbed the back of his neck with a shy laugh escaping his lips, stepping aside and opening the door further. "come in, come in! i have extra slippers, and i have a daybed so we can sit comfortably. sorry it's so small, i can only afford a studio."