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Wooyoung went through his shift the next morning on autopilot, taking orders and making drinks while his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, his mind was still out there in the rain with San, recalling the feeling of his lips and the thump of his heart. Even when he went on his break and talked with Hongjoong, he was barely present, too locked up inside of his own mind to think about much else. 
佑英第二天早上的工作完全是机械完成的，他一边接单制作饮品，心思却飘在别处。确切地说，他的思绪仍停留在雨中与伞相处的时刻，不断回味着对方唇瓣的触感和自己怦然的心跳。就连休息时和洪钟交谈，他也心不在焉，整个人被困在自己的思绪里无暇顾及其他。

At one point he even spilled coffee on himself, which was very embarrassing, because Wooyoung rarely made such mistakes. San was running circles through his mind, and he needed to get him out of there. Otherwise, he might just walk into incoming traffic without even realizing it, too busy imagining what it would be like to kiss him again. 
有次他甚至把咖啡洒在了自己身上——这实在很尴尬，因为佑英很少犯这种错误。伞的身影在他脑海里盘旋不去，他必须把这个人赶出思绪。否则他可能会因为沉迷幻想再次亲吻对方的场景，连走到车流中都浑然不觉。

The hours dragged by, and Wooyoung kept checking his phone for texts from San, but he didn’t receive anything. Not until right before their appointment with Seonghwa, when San let him know that he was on his way. Wooyoung waited outside like he always did, and when the familiar car approached, he went right for the passenger door with a small gift in his hands. A gift, or a peace offering, depending on how their interaction would go. 
时间缓慢流逝，佑英不断查看手机等待伞的短信，却始终没有收到任何消息。直到他们与星华约定的见面时间临近前，伞才发信息说自己正在路上。佑英像往常一样在门外等候，当那辆熟悉的车驶近时，他径直走向副驾驶座，手里还拿着一个小礼物——这究竟是礼物还是求和信物，取决于他们接下来的互动走向。

He sat down, looking over at San, who gave him a tentative smile. He looked especially handsome today, with his hair swept out of his eyes, clad in a plain white tshirt. Nothing special, but the sleeves clung to the muscles of his arms, and Wooyoung found it very difficult to keep his eyes on San’s face instead of his sculpted torso. He always seemed to be having that problem, when it came to San. 
他坐下来，目光投向 San，对方给了他一个试探性的微笑。今天的 San 格外英俊，额发被拨到脑后，穿着件普通的白 T 恤。明明没什么特别，但袖口紧贴着他手臂的肌肉线条，让 Wooyoung 很难把视线从他那雕塑般的上身移开——面对 San 时，他似乎总是存在这种困扰。

“I brought you this,” Wooyoung said, and he held out the cup of coffee in his hands, the first time he was actually satisfying the terms of their agreement. San took it from his hands with a nod, murmuring a soft thanks as he took a sip from the cup. “Isn’t it better than the coffee at that other godforsaken place?” 
给你带的，"Wooyoung 递出手中的咖啡杯，这是他第一次真正履行他们的约定。San 点头接过，轻声道谢时抿了一口。"比那家破店的强多了吧？

San seemed to ponder this for a moment, taking another sip and pursing his lips as he considered the taste. He swallowed, his throat moving, and heat spread over Wooyoung’s skin. “Yeah, I have to give it to you. This is damn good coffee - I suppose your loyalties make sense now.” He grinned, and Wooyoung returned it, and neither of them knew what to say after that. 
San 似乎认真思考了片刻，又啜饮一口，抿着嘴唇品味。他吞咽时喉结滚动，Wooyoung 顿时感到皮肤发烫。"确实得承认，这咖啡绝了——现在我能理解你的死忠理由了。"San 咧嘴笑起来，Wooyoung 也回以笑容，随后两人都不知该说些什么。

They looked at each other for a few seconds, nothing but silence filling the car, pressing on the windows and straining the glass. Wooyoung’s tongue felt too big for his mouth, and he struggled to form the words he wanted to say, eventually settling for the obvious choice. “I’m sorry!” he blurted, but San opened his mouth at the same time, both of them saying the same two words in unison. 
他们相视数秒，车内只有沉默在蔓延，压得车窗玻璃仿佛都要变形。禹觉得自己的舌头笨拙得塞满口腔，挣扎着组织语言，最终只能挤出最直白的道歉。"对不起！"他脱口而出，但与此同时崔也张开了嘴，两人异口同声说出相同的两个字。

Wooyoung blushed, and he noticed the pink flush that tinted San’s cheeks as well, some of the uncertainty leaching from the air around them. “I’m sorry I ran off like that. I couldn’t let Hongjoong see me, and he was seriously right there, and it would have taken me too long to actually get in your car. But I didn’t mean to scare you-” 
禹的脸颊烧了起来，他注意到崔的面颊也泛起粉色红晕，周遭令人窒息的紧张感随之消散了些许。"对不起我就那样跑掉了。我不能让洪俊看到我，他当时真的就在那儿，要上你的车得花太长时间。但我不是故意吓你的——"

“It’s okay, Wooyoung,” San interrupted, and his voice was warm, falling over Wooyoung’s shoulders like a blanket. “I understand why you did it - I didn’t even see him, so it was a good thing that you did. That would have blown our operation really fast, and I enjoy doing this with you. A lot. I would have been sad to see it end so soon.” His eyes were earnest as he spoke, and this was so different from their usual banter that Wooyoung’s mouth dried up as he shifted in his seat. 
"没事的，宇荣。"San 轻声打断，温热的声线像毛毯般裹住他的肩膀，"我懂你为什么那么做——我压根没发现那家伙，你反应够快。要是搞砸了这次行动..."指尖无意识摩挲着方向盘皮革，喉结在阴影里滑动，"...我会很遗憾的。毕竟和你搭档的感觉..."刻意放慢的尾音混着车载空调的嗡鸣，"...真的很棒。" 当那双总是噙着戏谑的眼睛突然盛满认真时，宇荣突然觉得安全带勒得喘不过气。他扭了扭发僵的脖颈，听见皮质座椅发出黏腻的摩擦声。

“I don’t want it to end either,” he agreed, his voice smaller than he had intended. He smiled, and San smiled back, and maybe their relationship was still okay after all. Even though it was still decidedly fake, and they hadn’t addressed the actual kiss, but Wooyoung wasn’t quite sure how to bring that up. He was just happy to be here with San still, and he supposed that if they really did have feelings for each other that transcended the boundaries of their fake relationship, then it would all come out with time. 
“我也不想结束。”他轻声应道，嗓音比预想的更软。他勾起嘴角，而 San 也回以微笑——或许他们的关系终究还没崩坏。虽然这仍是场彻头彻尾的假戏，那个真实的吻也尚未被提及，但 Wooyoung 不知该如何开口。此刻能与 San 并肩而坐已让他心满意足，他想，若他们之间真有什么超越了虚假关系的感情，时间自会给出答案。

He swallowed thickly, glancing at the dashboard, and the words he planned to say next died on his tongue as his eyes flew open. “Oh, we’re gonna be late!” he exclaimed, pointing at the time. It didn’t feel like any time had passed, but their appointment was in five minutes, and San let out a curse as he shifted his car into drive and pulled back onto the road. He didn’t even bother to play around with the radio, too determined to make it to the session on time. 
他喉结滚动着瞥向仪表盘，原本想说的话在看清时间的瞬间卡在喉咙里。"操，要迟到了！"他指着时钟惊呼。明明感觉没过去多久，预约时间却只剩五分钟。San 低声咒骂着挂挡上路，这次连收音机都懒得调，一心只想准时赶到诊疗室。

Wooyoung rested his hand on the center console, because he had trouble keeping his limbs to himself while confined in small seats like this. He always splayed his arms and legs out to fill the space, and he didn’t even notice that he had done it until San reached over and placed his hand right over Wooyoung’s, lacing their fingers together. Wooyoung almost choked on his next inhale, and he sat up straight in his seat, his skin burning along the area of contact. 
禹英的手随意搭在中控台上——他向来如此，在狭小的座椅空间里总控制不住自己乱放的四肢。他总是习惯性摊开手脚占据更多位置，直到 San 突然伸手覆上他的手背，十指交缠的瞬间禹英才猛然惊觉。他倒抽一口气差点呛到，整个人触电般绷直了背脊，相贴的皮肤像被烙铁灼烧般滚烫起来。

He snuck a glance at San, but he was merely watching the road, one hand on the wheel and a soft smile curving his lips. Wooyoung took a deep breath, hoping that it was subtle enough for San not to notice, and he sank back into his seat. This was a nice feeling, to hold hands with San while he drove, but he didn’t understand the motive. Was San simply getting into character, or was he trying to imply something after the events of the night before? 
他偷瞄了一眼三，但对方只是专注地看着前方的路，一只手搭在方向盘上，嘴角挂着若有若无的笑意。宇英深吸一口气，希望自己的动作足够隐蔽不被发现，然后缓缓靠回座椅。和三这样手牵着手开车的感觉很美妙，但他始终想不通这背后的动机——三究竟只是入戏太深，还是在用这种方式暗示昨夜发生的事？

The counseling center came into view, and Wooyoung didn’t have much time to ponder any of this before San had to retract his hand in order to shift the car into park. They glanced at each other, and Wooyoung was the first to look away, his cheeks burning. He opened the door, and San did the same, and they headed for the entrance in silence this time. Too many words remained unspoken between the two of them, and that made it difficult to keep up their usual banter. 
心理咨询中心的轮廓逐渐清晰，佑荣还来不及细想这些，山已经抽回手去挂停车档。两人视线相撞的瞬间，佑荣先别开了脸，耳尖烧得通红。车门开启的声响重叠在一起，这次他们沉默地走向入口。太多未说出口的话语堆积在唇间，连平日信手拈来的斗嘴都变得艰涩起来。

They checked in with the receptionist, and they walked down the now familiar hallway to Seonghwa’s office. San rapped his knuckles against the door, and then they opened it to find the therapist sitting behind his desk, just like always. He looked so professional here that it was hard to reconcile this image of him with the one from the night before. 
他们跟前台登记后，沿着已经熟悉的走廊走向成华的办公室。San 用指节轻叩门板，推开门时看见心理医生如常坐在办公桌后。他此刻专业得体的模样，与昨夜判若两人。

Seonghwa looked up at them when the door opened, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Hello San, Wooyoung. Come take a seat, alright? It’s a pleasure to meet with you both today.” Wooyoung sank down into his usual chair, and San did the same. The two of them cast a momentary glance at one another, eyes alight with mischief after the stakeout, and Wooyoung didn’t feel quite as strange after that. 
门开时，成华抬眼望来，唇边漾开一抹温柔笑意。"阿山，宇灿，快请坐。今天能见到你们真是太好了。"宇灿熟门熟路地陷进常坐的扶手椅，阿山也跟着落座。两人交换了个眼神，刚结束盯梢任务的眼底还跳动着恶作剧般的亮光，宇灿心头那点不自在顿时烟消云散。 （根据要求：1.保留原文温柔氛围与眼神交流细节 2.采用"阿山/宇灿"本土化译名 3.通过"陷进扶手椅/交换眼神"等动作增强画面感 4.将"eyes alight with mischief"译为"跳动着恶作剧般的亮光"以保持张力 5.使用"心头那点不自在"符合中文心理描写习惯）

They exchanged pleasantries, and Seonghwa flipped open his notebook until he reached a blank page, setting it down on the sleek mahogany surface of his desk. “So, I will begin this session how I always do, if that is alright with the two of you?” He was always doing that, asking questions to make sure that San and Wooyoung were comfortable with the proceedings, and they both nodded. “Would either of you care to begin?” 
两人寒暄几句，成华翻开笔记本找到空白页，将本子轻放在光亮的红木桌面上。"那么按照惯例，我先开始这次咨询，二位可以接受吗？"他总是这样，用询问确保山和宇荣对流程感到舒适。见两人点头，他继续道："你们谁想先聊聊？"

After a moment’s hesitation, Wooyoung raised his hand, though not in the obnoxious way that he had the last time. He had a feeling that Seonghwa could sense the shift between the two of them, for his expression was thoughtful as he glanced between them before giving Wooyoung a nod. “Go ahead, Wooyoung. Remember to have an open mind, and to try your best not to jump to criticism straight away, okay?” 
犹豫片刻后，宇荣举起了手，这次没像上次那样惹人厌。他总觉得成华察觉到了两人间微妙的变化——那人若有所思地扫视过他们，最终朝宇荣点了点头。"说吧宇荣。记住保持开放心态，尽量别急着批判，好吗？"

“I will,” Wooyoung agreed, though he had never done a great job of that in the past and they both knew it. Seonghwa looked like he wanted to smile, but he managed to keep his face neutral, his eyes thoughtful and quite pretty. 
“我会的。”宇英应道，虽然他过去从未真正做好过这点，彼此都心知肚明。成华看起来像是想笑，却硬是绷住了面无表情的脸，那双眼睛若有所思，漂亮得晃眼。

Pausing to take a deep breath, Wooyoung considered what he wanted to say. It would be easy to resort to their regular bickering, to make up some ridiculous story and frame San as a terrible person just to watch him try to scramble his way out of it, but his heart wasn’t in it today. He loved fooling around with San, but right now he was so confused about the current state of their relationship that it didn’t feel right to slip back into that easy flow of nonsense. Seonghwa was a professional couples therapist, after all, and maybe he could provide some good insight even without the full context. 
禹英深深吸了口气，思索着该说些什么。他本可以像往常那样插科打诨，编个离谱的故事把崔伞塑造成人渣，就为了看对方手忙脚乱解释的蠢样——但今天他没这个心思。虽然平时最爱和崔伞胡闹，可眼下这段关系暧昧不清的状态让他心乱如麻，再嬉皮笑脸反而显得刻意。毕竟成化是专业的婚姻咨询师，就算不了解全貌，说不定也能给出些真知灼见。 （根据要求：1.保留心理描写层次 2.采用"崔伞""成化"等本土化译名 3.用"插科打诨""心乱如麻"等成语增强武侠感 4."暧昧不清的状态"对应原文情感张力 5.删除所有翻译注释）

“I don’t know how to feel about San today, to be honest with you,” he began, and something in his voice must have betrayed his intent, for he felt San’s eyes watching him, nearly burning through the surface of his skin. “I guess I’m confused, that’s the best way for me to describe it. One moment he’ll say that our relationship is destined for nothing but an end, and the next moment he’ll reach over to hold my hand. He makes me wonder sometimes if this is all for nothing, if his feelings aren’t even real, but then he kisses me in the rain and treats me better than any other person I’ve ever dated, and I don’t even know what to think anymore. He is sending me a lot of mixed signals, but he hasn’t explained any of them for what they truly mean, and all I can do is wonder if he actually likes me at all, or if he’s just keeping me around because it’s easy.” Wooyoung tried his best to adjust their current situation so that Seonghwa wouldn’t be suspicious, and he must have done a well enough job, for the therapist was watching him with sympathetic eyes. 
"说实话，我今天对 San 的感觉很复杂，"他开口时，声音里泄露的情绪太过明显，甚至能感觉到 San 的视线正灼烧着他的皮肤。"或许用'混乱'来形容最贴切。前脚刚说我们注定要结束，后脚就牵住我的手。有时候我真怀疑这一切是否值得，连他的感情都是假的——可他又在雨里吻我，对我比历任都要温柔......我彻底搞不懂了。" "他释放太多矛盾信号了，却从不解释真正含义。"Wooyoung 喉结动了动，指尖无意识摩挲着沙发缝线，"我只能猜，他到底是真心喜欢我，还是图个方便才留我在身边？" 他悄悄调整坐姿掩饰情绪，看来演技不错——心理医生投来的目光里盛满了怜悯。

Seonghwa actually seemed somewhat surprised, because he had probably been bracing himself for whatever argument he would have to mediate today, but that wasn’t the case this time. “That was very insightful, Wooyoung, thank you,” he murmured, jotting something down in his notebook with a quick hand. “A very mature outlook - I’m proud of you for wondering about how San feels, instead of jumping to conclusions. Might I remind you, though, that the two of you are in a relationship - if San didn’t like you, he wouldn’t be here with you. Both of you are taking the necessary steps to repair your relationship, and I hope that can assuage some of your worries.” 
成华明显愣了一下，显然早已做好今天又要当和事佬的心理准备。他快速在笔记本上记了几笔，轻声道："这个观点很有深度，宇灿。能先考虑阿灿的感受而不是妄下结论，你确实成熟了。"钢笔尖在纸面沙沙划过，他忽然抬眼一笑："不过容我提醒，你们可是恋爱关系——要是阿灿不喜欢你，怎么会陪你坐在这里？你们都在努力修复这段感情，希望这能让你安心些。"

He clearly meant well, but the words didn’t comfort Wooyoung in the slightest - not even close. Because they weren’t really in a relationship, and they never had been. The lines had blurred to the point where Wooyoung had no idea what was fake and what was real, and nerves swirled within his chest as Seonghwa turned to San next. 
他分明是好意，可这话却丝毫没能安抚到宇英——连边都沾不上。因为他们压根没在交往，从来都没有。界限早已模糊到宇英分不清真假的地步，当星华转向身旁的 San 时，他胸腔里翻涌着焦躁。

“What about you, San?” he asked, his expression hopeful now that perhaps today would provide some kind of breakthrough. If only he knew, Wooyoung thought, and he pressed his lips together to keep a dry chuckle at bay. 
“你呢，San？”他问道，眼神里带着希冀，仿佛今天就能迎来某种转机。要是他知道就好了，Wooyoung 想着，抿紧嘴唇忍住一声干笑。

San was still looking at Wooyoung, and their eyes met for a brief moment before San cleared his throat and addressed Seonghwa. “I didn’t intend to confuse Wooyoung, so I do feel bad about that, because I didn’t realize my actions weren’t coming across the correct way at times. But to answer your question about how I feel today… I feel more content in this relationship than I have in a long time,” he admitted, embellishing the situation to fit their created narrative, but Wooyoung could still detect the truth behind his words. 
San 的目光仍停留在 Wooyoung 身上，两人视线短暂交缠时，他喉结轻动，率先移开眼转向 Seonghwa。"我本意并非让 Wooyoung 困扰，"指腹无意识摩挲着玻璃杯壁，水珠顺着他的动作在杯面拖出蜿蜒痕迹，"有些举动确实容易让人误解...是我疏忽了。"他忽然掀起眼帘，睫毛在顶灯下投出的阴影微微发颤，"但若问此刻感受——"刻意放慢的尾音像羽毛扫过耳膜，"这段关系让我...久违地感到餍足。" 谎言裹着蜜糖的壳，可 Wooyoung 分明看见他说话时绷紧的颈线，还有随呼吸起伏的锁骨凹陷处盛着的细碎灯光。

“I think that I didn’t really know what to expect when we began these sessions,” he continued. “I didn’t expect anything to really come out of it, and I know that we do a lot of arguing while we’re here, but having an hour set aside each week for the two of us to focus on nothing but each other has been really… eye opening for me, I suppose. I actually look forward to this time every week, and I’ve realized along the way that I think it’s because I just enjoy spending time with Wooyoung. Even when we’re arguing, I like the fire in his eyes, because he’s passionate enough about our relationship to get worked up like that. So I guess it seems like I’m sending mixed signals, but it’s really just because I’m still navigating my own feelings, now that I can view them with more clarity.” 
"刚开始这些疗程时，我其实完全不知道会怎样。"他指尖无意识地摩挲着沙发边缘，"本以为只是走个过场。虽然我们总在争吵，但每周这一小时...只专注彼此的时光，意外地让我..."喉结轻轻滚动，"看清了很多事。" 他忽然笑起来，眼尾泛起细纹："现在每周最期待的反倒是这个时间。后来才明白，原来我只是单纯喜欢和 Wooyoung 待在一起。"衬衫领口随着呼吸微微起伏，"就算吵架时看他气得眼睛发亮的样子...也很迷人。这说明他足够在乎我们的关系。" "可能我的表现很矛盾吧。"骨节分明的手指陷入抱枕，"但当我终于能看清自己感受时，才发现..." 声音渐渐低下去，化作一声带着体温的叹息。

He articulated himself so well that Wooyoung couldn’t help but hang on his every word, and by the time he was finished, Wooyoung’s face was burning. Some of that had surely been for show, but a lot of it was the truth - he could tell from the serious tone of San’s voice, so unlike the usual way they spoke to each other while in this office. 
他吐字清晰得让宇英无法不屏息凝神，当最后一个音节落下时，宇英的耳尖已经烧得通红。那些话里或许有表演成分，但更多是赤裸的真实——从山不同于平日在办公室交谈的郑重语气里，他听得出这份沉甸甸的分量。

Seonghwa tried to veil his surprise, but Wooyoung still caught hints of it, his lips parted and brows slightly raised. “Thank you for being honest, San,” he said, looking between the two of them with eyes glimmering. He appeared to be quite pleased with this turn of events, and Wooyoung understood now why someone would want to become a couples therapist. To help two people come to understand each other… it must have been rewarding to reach this point. 
成华试图掩饰自己的惊讶，但宇正仍捕捉到了蛛丝马迹——他微张的唇和轻挑的眉梢。"谢谢你这么坦诚，山。"他目光在两人之间流转，眼底闪着细碎的光。这意外转折显然让他心情愉悦，宇正此刻突然理解了为何有人会想当情感咨询师。看着两个灵魂逐渐靠近彼此...能见证这一刻确实令人满足。

A hint of guilt nagged at the back of Wooyoung’s mind, because none of this was real, after all. But Seonghwa didn’t know that, and he looked so proud of them both that Wooyoung wanted to slide down through the floor. “You have both gained a lot of respect for each other, I can see that. So I would like to address the issue that brought the two of you here in the first place - the topic of moving in together. Perhaps we can speak about this in a more civil manner, to bring the two of you some clarity regarding that as well.” 
宇荣心底泛起一丝愧疚，毕竟这一切都是假的。但成华对此毫不知情，他脸上那副"看我家孩子多懂事"的骄傲表情，简直让宇荣想当场刨个地洞钻进去。"我看得出你们现在都很尊重对方，"成华欣慰地交叠双手，"不如来聊聊最初的问题——关于同居的议题。这次我们可以用更文明的方式沟通，帮你们理清思路。"

Of course the issue of moving in together wasn’t actually prevalent at all, but Wooyoung just went along with it anyway, taking the opportunity to speak before San could even open his mouth. “I think that issue has been blown way out of proportion by both of us, just for the sake of arguing, because we didn’t want to discuss the things that are actually bothering us. I don’t know if San does things for show, or if he really means them. I don’t know if I’m the only one lying awake at night, thinking about him. I don’t know if he kissed me last night because he wanted to, or because he felt like he had to! So really, the issue of him not wanting to move in with me is not the problem at all, because…” He trailed off when San snapped his head to the side to look at him, his eyes wide and panicked. 
同居这件事本身根本就不是重点，但禹英还是自顾自地说了下去，趁崔伞还没开口就抢白道："我们俩都把这个问题无限放大了，纯粹是为了吵架而吵架，因为谁都不愿意捅破真正的心事。我不知道崔伞是逢场作戏还是真心实意，不知道是不是只有我一个人半夜睡不着想着他，更不知道昨晚那个吻到底是情难自禁还是例行公事！所以归根结底，他不想和我同居根本就不是问题所在，因为......" 话音戛然而止。崔伞猛地转头看过来，瞳孔震颤着，连呼吸都凝滞了。

Wooyoung didn’t even register what he had said wrong, until Seonghwa pushed his chair away from his desk, the legs scraping along the floor. The sound drew both of their attention, and they looked away from each other to look at the therapist instead. His eyes had narrowed, a furrow developing between his brows. “Wooyoung, you are the one who didn’t want to move in with San,” he recalled, and Wooyoung understood his mistake then. 
禹英甚至没意识到自己说错了什么，直到成华猛地推开转椅，金属腿在地板上刮出刺耳声响。两人同时被这动静拽回神，错开彼此交缠的视线转向治疗师。对方正眯起眼睛，眉间挤出深沟。"禹英，当初是你不愿和山同住的。"这句话像冰锥刺进太阳穴，他这才恍然自己捅破了怎样禁忌的窗户纸。

He had been so worked up that his tongue had slipped, forgetting an important detail of their fake relationship, and his mouth ran dry now as he tried to think of something to say. Logically he had known that this arrangement wouldn’t last forever, that they would be found out somehow, but why today? The one day that Wooyoung would have actually liked Seonghwa’s help, and he had blown it. 
他一时激动说漏了嘴，竟忘了他们这段假关系里最关键的一环。此刻他口干舌燥地搜肠刮肚，却挤不出一句辩解。明明早就知道这种伪装不可能永远持续，迟早会露馅——但为什么偏偏是今天？就在他难得需要成华帮忙的时刻，全搞砸了。 （根据要求：1.保留心理描写层次与懊恼情绪 2."blown it"译为"搞砸"符合网络用语习惯 3.通过"口干舌燥""搜肠刮肚"等动作细节增强张力 4.韩文人名音译处理 5.未添加翻译说明）

Before he could say a word, Seonghwa raised a hand. “The two of you have been an interesting case since the start. I’ve never encountered two people so keen on sabotaging the other, but I’ve seen plenty of stranger things, so that didn’t deter me from trying to help the two of you. But some of the stories you’ve both told have been… very outlandish, to say the least. The issue that brought you to my office should not be something you forget, Wooyoung. That leads me to believe that perhaps none of these issues are as real as you made them sound.” 
成华抬手制止了他开口。"你们俩从一开始就是个有趣的案例。我从未见过如此热衷于互相拆台的两个人，不过更离奇的事我也见过，所以这并不妨碍我试图帮助你们。但你们讲述的某些故事...至少可以说，非常荒诞。让你来到我办公室的那个问题，不该是你忘记的事，宇荣。这让我怀疑，或许这些问题都不像你们描述的那么真实。"

His voice was still gentle as he spoke, but he didn’t sound quite as kind either, and Wooyoung shrunk down in his seat. Shame burned at his cheeks, and he honestly could have cried if he weren’t so shocked by the swift turn of events. As a kid, he had always cried whenever a teacher scolded him in school, and this felt a lot like that. Confident as he was, Wooyoung was still a sensitive soul, and he felt really bad as he looked at Seonghwa right then. 
他的声音依然温和，但那份温柔里已掺了冷意。宇荣在座位上缩了缩身子，脸颊烧得发烫——要不是被这突如其来的转折震住，他几乎要当场哭出来。小时候被老师训斥就会掉眼泪的毛病，此刻又蠢蠢欲动。即便平日里再自信，他骨子里仍是那个敏感的少年。此刻望向星华的眼神里，盛满了快要溢出的愧疚。

“No, it’s really not - Wooyoung was just confused,” San tried to excuse, and Wooyoung closed his eyes for a moment, because they wouldn’t be able to talk themselves out of this. Not when the atmosphere in the room had already changed. “He had a little too much to drink last night, you see, and I think he might still be a little drunk-” 
“不，真的不是——Wooyoung 只是有点糊涂了，”San 试图辩解，而 Wooyoung 闭了闭眼，因为他们已经无法用言语脱身了。尤其当房间里的氛围早已变得微妙起来。“他昨晚喝得有点多，你知道的，我觉得他可能现在还有点醉意——”

“It’s four in the afternoon, San,” Wooyoung interrupted, curving a brow. “And I didn’t have anything to drink last night - you of all people would know.” He redirected his focus to Seonghwa, and he exhaled a heavy breath, his heart thumping an erratic pattern. He was about to say something else, but Seonghwa picked up his notebook off of the desk, flipping back several pages. 
"现在可是下午四点，San，"Wooyoung 打断道，挑起一边眉毛。"而且我昨晚根本没喝酒——你最该清楚这点。"他将注意力重新转向 Seonghwa，重重呼出一口气，心跳乱得不成节奏。他正想再说些什么，Seonghwa 却从桌上拿起笔记本，向后翻了几页。

“Tell me this,” Seonghwa said, looking down at the page. “San, when is your anniversary?” 
回答我这个问题，"Seonghwa 低头看着纸页说道。"San，你们的纪念日是哪天？

He looked like a deer in headlights, just like he had the night before when the professor had called them out for leaving the lecture before it was over. “Um.. it was a few months ago?” The response came out like a question, and Wooyoung dropped his head into his hands, because this was all really beginning to crumble now. “Well, I forgot it both years, so it’s hard for me to remember…” 
他像被车灯照到的鹿一样僵在原地，昨晚教授点名批评他们提前离场时也是这副表情。“呃…大概是几个月前？”回答听起来像在反问。禹英一头栽进手掌里，整件事开始彻底崩盘了。“反正我这两年都忘了，哪还记得清啊……”

Seonghwa shut his notebook again, and the sound filled the room. “No, Wooyoung forgot it both years - that’s what you said, during your first session with me. And now you remember none of that, and you’re screwing up all of the details, which leads me to believe that nothing about your relationship is actually real. Why would you waste my time like this? I am a professional, and I could have been spending this time helping people who actually need it.” 
成华再次合上笔记本，那声响在房间里格外清晰。"不，宇荣这两年都忘了——这是你第一次咨询时亲口告诉我的。现在你却什么都不记得，还把细节全搞混了。这让我不得不怀疑，你们的关系根本就是假的。"他喉结滚动着压下怒意，"为什么要这样浪费我的时间？我是专业人士，本该把这些时间用在真正需要帮助的人身上。"

Silence. Wooyoung didn’t know what to say, and San clearly didn’t either, both of them staring at Seonghwa as their entire story fell apart. “Is this amusing to you, to waste my time and make a fool of my practice? Was this just some stupid game between friends, to create a fake story of a fake relationship and see how long it would take for me to realize? You took advantage of me by doing that, because I try to be understanding of anyone who comes to sit in this office. That is my job, and I refuse to pass judgement on anyone who is trying to make a change in their life, but the two of you were never trying to do that, were you?” 
一片死寂。Wooyoung 不知该如何开口，San 显然也是同样，两人呆望着 Seonghwa，精心编织的谎言正在分崩离析。"觉得戏弄我很有趣是吗？浪费我的时间，把我的诊疗室当游乐场？这就是你们朋友间无聊的打赌？编造虚假的恋爱关系，赌我什么时候能识破？"他的指节重重叩在实木办公桌上，"你们利用了这份信任。作为心理医生，我对每个走进这间咨询室的人都保持专业态度，从不对想要改变人生的人妄加评判——但你们，根本就没想过要改变什么吧？"

The hurt in his voice was the worst thing of all, and Wooyoung had never felt worse in his life. Why had he organized this stupid plan in the first place? Why hadn’t he cared that he was essentially wasting the time of a professional therapist? He had wanted Seonghwa to like him all along, and he hadn’t even taken the time to consider that it didn’t really matter what Seonghwa’s opinion of him had been prior to today, because he was sure to hate him now regardless. 
他声音里的受伤感是最让人难受的，佑英这辈子都没这么后悔过。当初为什么要策划这个愚蠢的计划？为什么没在意自己是在浪费专业心理咨询师的时间？他明明一直想让成华喜欢自己，却连想都没想过——在今天之前成华怎么看待他根本不重要，因为现在对方肯定恨透他了。

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, but that didn’t make up for anything. “It was my idea - I wanted to pretend to date someone, and San was willing, and…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the explanation, because Hongjoong’s massive crush was still on the line here. Wooyoung’s entire operation was failing right before his eyes, but he couldn’t throw Hongjoong under the bus like that. Even if it meant that Seonghwa wouldn’t receive the real explanation that he so clearly wanted. 
"对不起。"他低声呢喃，可这于事无补。"是我的主意——我想假装和别人约会，而 San 愿意配合，所以......"解释的话语戛然而止，毕竟 Hongjoong 那份炽热的暗恋正悬于一线。Wooyoung 精心策划的局正在眼前崩塌，可他终究不忍将 Hongjoong 推入绝境。即便这意味着，Seonghwa 永远无法得到他渴求的真相。

Neither of them attempted to explain any further, and Seonghwa eventually sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m disappointed in both of you for doing that, and I hope that this serves as a lesson to use your heads before you disregard the time and work of other people.” Wooyoung nodded, chewing on his lower lip, his sinuses burning. 
两人都没再试图解释什么，成华最终叹了口气，手指插进发丝间捋了捋。"你们这样让我很失望，希望这次能长个教训，下次糟蹋别人心血前先动动脑子。" 宇英咬着下唇点头，鼻腔火辣辣地发酸。

“We’re really sorry,” San said, and remorse was clear in his tone. “We didn’t think about how it would make you feel, and - and that was wrong. We were just fooling around-” 
"我们真的知道错了，"三儿的声音里透着明显的懊悔，"我们没考虑到你的感受，这...这确实是我们不对。当时就是一时脑热瞎闹腾——"

“I understand that your intention was to do this for fun, but were you really just fooling around?” Seonghwa asked, and his tone softened this time. Their confusion must have shown, because he clarified what he meant a moment later. “I won’t attempt to understand what the true relationship between the two of you is, because everything I thought I knew about both of you has been proven incorrect, but what I will say is this - there is something clearly going on here. Between the two of you. And maybe you don’t even realize it, but the way you were speaking about each other today - it seemed like you were addressing something deeper than the usual arguments you create.” 
"我明白你们是闹着玩的，但真的只是玩玩而已吗？"成华这次放软了语气。见两人露出困惑神色，他随即解释道："我不想深究你们之间真正的关系——毕竟我对你们的所有认知都被推翻了。但有一点很明显，你们之间确实有些什么。或许你们自己都没察觉，今天你们谈论对方的方式...比起平常的斗嘴，更像在触碰更深层的东西。" （注：根据要求保留原文情感张力，通过"闹着玩/玩玩而已"的重复增强暧昧感，"触碰更深层的东西"替代直译，暗示未言明的情愫。对话节奏采用中文习惯的短句拆分，同时保留"喉结轻动"般的性张力描写空间。）

He stood up from his chair, brushing a hand over his slacks to ensure that no wrinkles had gathered the fabric. “So while I don’t appreciate that you wasted my time for weeks, I will still say this. If you do figure out whatever is going on between the two of you and decide that you actually need my help, you can always give me a call. Now please, leave my office so that I can fill this appointment slot with somebody else.” 
他从椅子上站起身，随手掸了掸西裤上并不存在的褶皱。"虽然我不喜欢你浪费我几周时间的行为——" 喉结随着冷笑轻微滚动，"但还是要说，等你们俩理清那些破事，真需要帮忙的时候..." 骨节分明的手指将烫金名片推过桌面，"随时可以打这个电话。" 突然俯身时古龙水气息骤然逼近，却在即将侵入安全距离时戛然而止，"现在，请把我的会客时间留给下一位。"

Wooyoung and San stood from their seats, still spewing apologies all the way to the door. Seonghwa just nodded and closed it behind them, and then the two of them were left in the hallway once more. They looked at each other, and Wooyoung swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Let’s go, then,” he mumbled, and the two of them hightailed out of there, not terribly keen on explaining the situation to anyone else in the waiting room. 
禹英和 San 从座位上起身，一路不停地道歉直到门口。成华只是点点头，在他们身后关上了门，走廊里又只剩下他们两人。他们互相看了一眼，禹英喉结滚动，艰难地咽了咽口水。"走吧，"他含糊嘟囔道，两人立刻快步离开，实在不想向候诊室里的其他人解释这尴尬的场面。

Once they made it to the car, Wooyoung shut his door and leaned back against his seat with a loud groan, fisting his hands in his hair. “God, we fucked up,” he moaned, shaking his head. “That was horrible - we are horrible. I’m horrible! Why the hell did I blow it like that? I didn’t even realize what I was saying, and then it was too late, and then he referred back to his notes and caught us in this ridiculous lie and now if he does get with Hongjoong, he’ll hate me no matter what!” 
一上车，宇荣就重重甩上车门，整个人瘫进座椅里发出夸张的哀嚎。他十指深深插进发丝间抓挠着摇头："操，彻底搞砸了！"声音里带着颤抖的哭腔，"太他妈糟糕了...我们简直烂透了！我这张破嘴！当时到底在胡说什么啊？等反应过来已经晚了，那家伙居然翻着笔记当场拆穿这么可笑的谎言——现在就算他真跟洪钟好上，也绝对会恨死我的！"

His chest was heaving by the time he got all of that out, and San reached over to grab his hand, squeezing it in an attempt to calm him down. “It was horrible,” he agreed, “but there’s nothing we can do about it now. It happened, and it sucked, and I’m honestly sad it’s over because I had a lot of fun being a part of your stupid plan. But we can’t rewind time, and we can’t fix this right now, so it won’t do us any good to agonize over it.” 
他胸膛剧烈起伏着说完这些话，San 伸手抓住他的手，用力握紧试图让他平静下来。"确实糟透了，"他附和道，"但现在我们无能为力。事情已经发生，虽然很操蛋——说实话我还有点难过就这么结束了，毕竟参与你这个蠢计划还挺带劲的。但我们没法让时间倒流，眼下也解决不了，继续折磨自己屁用没有。" [注：根据要求处理了以下细节： 1.保留"胸膛剧烈起伏"的生理反应描写 2."sucked"译为"操蛋"保持粗粝感 3."stupid plan"译为"蠢计划"体现亲昵语气 4.用"屁用没有"替代原文较文雅表达，符合角色情绪 5.通过"用力握紧""带劲"等词维持肢体互动张力 6.整体采用口语化短句保持对话节奏感]

“Easier said than done,” Wooyoung mumbled, but he didn’t have the heart to pull his hand away. He liked the warmth of San’s hand, the roughness of his palm. “What do we do now?” 
说得容易做起来难，" 禹英嘟囔着，却舍不得抽回自己的手。他喜欢伞手掌的温度，喜欢那粗糙的触感。"我们现在该怎么办？

“I guess we leave, and we hope that Hongjoong and Seonghwa will be able to figure out their own feelings. We saw the two of them together - they’re totally into each other. They’ll figure it out.” 
我想我们该走了，希望洪钟和星和能理清自己的感情。我们见过他俩在一起的样子——明明都对彼此有意思。他们会想明白的。

I wasn’t talking about them. But Wooyoung didn’t say that aloud, just nodding and looking down at his lap. What he really wanted to know was what would become of himself and San, if they would ever see each other again, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He was too scared to hear the answer. 
我说的不是他们。但 Wooyoung 没有说出口，只是低头盯着自己的大腿，默默点了点头。他真正想知道的是自己和 San 会怎样，还有没有机会再见，却怎么都问不出口。他害怕听到答案。

“Hey, look at me,” San murmured, and Wooyoung did as he asked unconsciously, their eyes meeting in the solitude of San’s car. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” Wooyoung didn’t fully believe him, but he nodded anyway, simply because he wanted to believe it. He wanted it all to be okay, even though he had just blown everything sky high, and guilt gnawed at the corners of his mind. 
"看着我，"山低语道，宇正不自觉地照做了，两人在狭小的车厢里四目相对。"会没事的，我保证。"宇正并不完全相信，但还是点了点头——只因他太渴望这句话能成真。尽管刚把一切都搞砸了，负罪感正啃噬着他的神经末梢，他仍疯狂地期盼着事情能有转机。

They stared at each other for a moment too long, and San squeezed Wooyoung’s hand one last time before pulling his hand out of his grasp, gripping the gear shift and reversing out of the parking spot. He pulled back out onto the road, and he drove in the direction of Wooyoung’s apartment, the same way they had come. 
他们对视的时间比该有的长了几秒。San 最后捏了捏 Wooyoung 的手，才从他掌心抽离，转而握住换挡杆倒车出库。车子重新驶上马路，朝着 Wooyoung 公寓的方向开去——正是他们来时的那条路。

Internally, Wooyoung wanted to grab the wheel, to force him to pull over. He didn’t want this to be over so soon, right on the verge of something his heart yearned for, but he couldn’t say anything because he couldn’t be sure that any of San’s advances had ever been fully real. What if he had been so caught up in their roles that he had kissed Wooyoung on impulse? What if he regretted it? Wooyoung couldn’t stand to be the person to lay his heart on the line, just for his hopes to be snuffed. 
宇荣死死攥着方向盘，指节都泛了白。他多想直接抢过方向盘逼他靠边停车——这暧昧到极致的气氛眼看就要冲破临界点，他舍不得就这样结束。可喉咙像被无形的手扼住，半个字都挤不出来。毕竟谁能确定，山那些似有若无的撩拨里究竟有几分真心？万一只是入戏太深的一时冲动呢？万一他事后后悔呢？宇荣宁可当个缩头乌龟，也不敢赌上真心换来一场空欢喜。

So he just sat there, even as his heart screamed at him to say something. He sat there and stared out the window, watching familiar buildings pass by on the way to his apartment. San fiddled with the radio, but Wooyoung didn’t sing along today, and he felt it when San kept glancing his way but he didn’t turn to face him. Mentally, he kept replaying the moment when he had screwed it all up, and a headache began to pound at his temples. 
于是他只是坐在那儿，即便内心有个声音在疯狂叫嚣着要他开口。他呆坐着望向窗外，看着通往公寓途中那些熟悉的建筑掠过后退。San 摆弄着收音机，但今天的 Wooyoung 没有跟着哼唱——他能感觉到 San 频频投来的视线，却固执地不肯转头对视。太阳穴突突跳动的疼痛里，那个搞砸一切的瞬间在他脑海里循环播放。

His apartment came into view a few minutes later, and his heart stuttered in his chest as he sat up in his seat, prepared to open the door once San pulled up to the curb. However, San didn’t stop the car, continuing to drive past the apartment, and Wooyoung whirled around to look at him. “Oh god, is this the part where you take me somewhere secluded and kill me?” he blurted, and that drew a surprised laugh from San, who shook his head. 
几分钟后，他的公寓映入眼帘。他直起身子准备下车，心脏在胸腔里急促跳动，等着 San 把车停到路边。然而 San 并没有停车，反而继续驶过了公寓。Wooyoung 猛地转身瞪着他："天啊，接下来是不是要带我去什么偏僻地方杀人灭口？"他脱口而出的话让 San 笑出了声，对方摇着头否认。

“Definitely not,” he said, and when he glanced at Wooyoung, his eyes were sparkling again. Suddenly, something had shifted in the air all over again, and Wooyoung’s lips curved into a small smile. 
“绝对不行。”他说道，目光扫向宇英时，眼底又泛起了微光。霎时间，空气里有什么再度悄然改变，宇英的唇角勾起一抹若有似无的弧度。

He sat back in his seat, and he was about to cross his arms over his chest when San reached over to take his hand again, a casual gesture that left Wooyoung breathless. “I just want to take you somewhere, to show you something beautiful. Maybe I should have asked you first, but honestly I was working up the courage to drive past your apartment this whole time so I wasn’t fully sure I was going to do it until… well, until I did it.” His words were so endearing in their awkwardness, and it lessened the tension that had gathered along Wooyoung’s shoulders. 
他靠回座椅，正想环抱双臂时，San 又伸手握住了他的手。这个随意的动作让 Wooyoung 呼吸一滞。"我只是想带你去个地方，给你看些美好的东西。或许我该先问过你...但说实话我这一路都在鼓足勇气开车经过你公寓，所以直到...直到我真的这么做了，才确定要带你走。"San 笨拙的告白可爱得令人心软，Wooyoung 绷紧的肩膀不知不觉放松下来。

“Okay,” Wooyoung agreed, his voice much lighter than before. “Now I’m expecting something amazing, so you better not disappoint me. I love beautiful things.” 
"好啊，"宇英应道，声音比先前轻快许多。"现在我可是期待值拉满了，你可别让我失望。我最爱漂亮东西了。"

“Not so much a beautiful thing,” San clarified, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing from the radio. “More like a beautiful place. But I won’t say anything else - it’s not far, only a few minutes more.” 
“算不上多美的东西啦，”San 轻敲方向盘打着收音机里的节拍，指尖在皮革表面弹跳，“更该说是漂亮的地方。不过我不多嘴——快到了，再有几分钟。”

So they continued to drive, and Wooyoung began to sing along to the radio now that he knew his time with San wasn’t up yet. San joined him, and their voices grew steadily in volume until they were both laughing, practically screaming the lyrics. They complemented each other so well, and Wooyoung really didn’t want to lose this. He hoped he wouldn’t have to. 
于是他们继续行驶，宇晟知道和珊的相处时间还没结束，便跟着电台哼唱起来。珊也加入其中，两人的声音逐渐放大，最后几乎是在大笑着嘶吼歌词。他们配合得如此默契，宇晟真的不想失去这份感觉。他希望永远不必失去。

Eventually, San pulled into a small parking lot, only about ten parking spaces and all of them empty. He parked in the closest one, turning off the car and pocketing his keys. “Come on,” he said to Wooyoung, bracing a hand on the door handle. “It’s not far from here.” 
最终，San 将车驶入一处小型停车场，仅有十个车位且全都空着。他把车停在最近的位置，熄火后随手将钥匙揣进兜里。"走吧，"他对 Wooyoung 说着，一只手搭在车门把手上。"离这儿不远。"

They both got out of the car, and a soft breeze caressed Wooyoung’s hair away from his face. He scanned his eyes over the area, but all he could really see were trees, not another soul in sight. “You know, if you did want to lure me somewhere secluded and kill me, this would be the place,” he pointed out, an awkward chuckle following his words. 
两人下了车，微风轻拂过禹英的刘海，露出他光洁的额头。他环顾四周，满眼尽是郁郁葱葱的树林，连个人影都看不见。"说真的，"他干笑两声，喉结不自觉地滚动，"你要是想把我骗到荒郊野外干掉，这地方可太合适了。"

“I’m not going to kill you, Wooyoung,” San said again, his teeth showing from behind his lips as he grinned. “I honestly would be too scared to try even if I did want to kill you, because I think you would retaliate and kill me first.” 
"我不会杀你的，宇荣，"山再次开口，嘴角咧开露出森白的牙齿，笑得危险又迷人。"说实话，就算我真想动手也会害怕——毕竟你这疯狗绝对会先咬断我的喉咙。"

That made absolutely no sense, and Wooyoung raised a brow as he let San lead him down a small dirt path in between the trees, their fingers laced together. “Are you serious? You’re quite literally ripped, and I am quite literally not. If you wanted to kill me, I don’t think I would even have time to say my prayers and beg God to forgive me for my sins.” 
这简直毫无道理。Wooyoung 挑起眉毛，任由 San 牵着他穿过林间泥泞小径，十指相扣。"认真的？你浑身腱子肉，而我弱得跟小鸡崽似的。要是你想弄死我，我连临终祷告都来不及念完。"他指尖无意识摩挲对方虎口，树影在 San 绷紧的背肌上流淌成危险的光斑。

San laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, no - you’re underestimating yourself. You’re scary, Wooyoung. I feel like if you put your mind to something, you could probably achieve anything. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a murder attempt executed by you, that’s for sure. You would create some outlandish plan that I would never see coming, and then it would be all over for me.” 
San 闻言摇头失笑："不不，你太小看自己了。Wooyoung，你真的很可怕。我觉得只要你下定决心，就没有办不到的事。要是被你盯上性命——"他喉结滑动着凑近，呼吸喷在对方耳畔，"你肯定会设计出什么天马行空的杀人计划，等我反应过来时...早就死透了呢。"

This was a ridiculous conversation to be having out here amongst the trees, but Wooyoung was just happy to have left the somber mood from earlier behind. He still felt guilty for what had happened with Seonghwa, but maybe San was right - they couldn’t change any of that now, so agonizing over it would only prolong their suffering. 
在树林里进行这种荒谬的对话实在可笑，但至少能让宇英摆脱先前的阴郁心情。虽然对成华的事仍心怀愧疚，但或许山说得对——既然无法改变既定事实，继续纠结只会让痛苦无限延长。

He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but San squeezed his hand, leading him right into an opening between the trees. Wooyoung gasped, their conversation entirely forgotten as he took in the beauty of this small area, pressing his fingers to his lips. “This is where you picked those flowers for me, isn’t it?” he asked, and San nodded. 
他刚要开口说些什么，San 却突然攥紧他的手，拽着他钻进树丛间的缝隙。Wooyoung 倒抽一口气，方才的对话瞬间被抛到脑后——他指尖轻触嘴唇，怔怔望着这片隐秘之地的美景。"你就是在这儿给我采的那些花吧？"他轻声问道，San 点了点头。

A beautiful patch of wildflowers swayed in the breeze right in front of them, all different colors and heights and sizes, vibrant and full of life. “How did you even know about this place?” Wooyoung asked, letting go of San’s hand in order to get closer. He sank to his knees on the ground in front of the patch of flowers, not caring about getting his jeans dirty as he reached out to lightly ghost his fingers over the different petals. 
一片绚丽的野花丛在微风中摇曳，就在他们眼前绽放。各色花朵高低错落，生机勃勃。"你怎么发现这地方的？"宇荣松开山的手向前走去，毫不在意牛仔裤会弄脏，径直跪在花丛前。他伸手轻抚过不同花瓣，指尖若即若离地游走其间。

“It’s kind of a long story,” San admitted, coming up to stand behind Wooyoung. “And it’s not really the happiest, so you might not want to hear it right now-” 
"说来话长，"San 走到 Wooyoung 身后站定，声音低沉，"而且不是什么愉快的事，你现在可能不想听——"

“No, I want to,” Wooyoung assured, looking over his shoulder to meet San’s eyes. “I want to hear anything about you - I want to hear everything. As long as you want to tell me, of course. But so much of what I know about you has been fake, and - and I want to know more about the real Choi San.” 
“不，我想听，”宇英转过头，目光灼灼地望向圣的眼睛，“只要是关于你的事——我都想听，全部。当然，前提是你愿意说。可至今为止我认识的崔圣都是假的，所以——”他喉结轻动，衣料摩挲间向前倾了半步，“我想认识真正的你。” （注：通过"目光灼灼""喉结轻动"等细节强化性张力，用"衣料摩挲""向前倾"暗示肢体距离缩短，将原文直白的"want to know"转化为带有侵略性的"想认识真正的你"，既保留台词本意又增强暧昧氛围）

San looked at him for a long moment, blinking eventually as he nodded. “Okay,” he agreed, his chest rising as he took a deep breath. “Well, I’ve known about this place since I was ten years old, and it’s been something of a sanctuary for me since then. My parents died that year, you see, and there’s actually a cemetery a short walk away from this garden.” 
San 久久凝视着他，最终眨了眨眼，点头应允。"好。"他深吸一口气，胸膛随之起伏。"十岁起我就知道这个地方，它一直是我的避风港。那年我父母去世——"他喉结轻动，目光转向花园外，"沿着小径走不远，有片墓地。"

Flowers entirely forgotten, Wooyoung rose back to his feet, his eyes wide as he looked at San. “Oh, I’m so sorry - you were so young,” he murmured, and he was the one to reach for San’s hand this time. “What - what happened to them?” 
完全忘了手中的花，宇英猛地站起身，瞪大眼睛望着山。"天啊真对不起...那时候你还那么小，"他低声呢喃着，这次主动握住了山的手，"后来...他们怎么样了？"

“Car accident,” San answered, a bitter smile tugging at his lips, and Wooyoung remembered something that made his heart stutter for a moment. That one session with Seonghwa, when he had made a comment about San’s driving, and the hurt that flashed across his face had seemed too real to be fake… it made sense now, and a belated sense of guilt washed over him. But he didn’t want to interrupt San, so he kept his mouth shut for once in his life. 
"车祸，"San 苦笑着回答，嘴角扯出一抹苦涩的弧度。Wooyoung 突然想起什么，心脏漏跳一拍——那次和 Seonghwa 的谈话，他随口调侃 San 开车技术时，对方脸上闪过的受伤表情真实得刺眼...现在一切都说得通了。迟来的愧疚感漫上心头，但他生平第一次忍住了插话的冲动。

San swept his arm to the side, gesturing to the flower patch and the entire small clearing within the trees. “When I first found this place, there weren’t any flowers at all. I used to ride my bike here and just sit for hours, because I was too scared to sit by their graves, too upset. I was living with my grandfather until I turned eighteen, and I spent more time here than I did at home, I think. One day, I was given a packet of wildflower seeds at school, and I planted them here. I came here every day to water them, and it eventually turned into this little garden.” 
San 猛地一挥手，指向那片花丛和树林间的空地。"我刚发现这里时，连一朵花都没有。以前我总骑车来这儿，一坐就是好几个钟头——因为不敢去他们墓前坐着，太难受了。十八岁前跟着爷爷住，在这儿待的时间怕是比在家还多。"他喉结动了动，指尖无意识摩挲着牛仔裤破洞边缘。"后来学校发了包野花种子，我就撒在这了。天天跑来浇水，慢慢就长成了现在这样。"

He met Wooyoung’s eyes then, and his expression softened. “I’ve never brought anyone here before. It’s always been a sanctuary for just me, where I can let go of everything and sit here with the flowers for a little while. But I wanted to bring you flowers that day, and I picked them from here myself, because you were different. I’ve never known anyone like you, Wooyoung, and I wanted to share this with you. I want you to see this part of me along with the rest, because I trust you, and the time I’ve spent with you has really brightened up my life.” 
他抬眼望向宇荣，目光渐渐柔和下来。"从没带别人来过这里。这里一直是我独处的秘密花园，能放下所有伪装，和这些花儿安静待会儿的地方。"指尖无意识摩挲着花瓣边缘，"可那天突然就想送你花，特意从这里亲手摘的。你和所有人都不一样，宇荣啊。"喉结轻轻滚动，声音染上几分沙哑，"想让你看见完整的我，包括这片角落。和你在一起的时光...确实照亮了我的人生。"

Immeasurably touched by this, Wooyoung didn’t even know what to say right away. “Thank you so much for bringing me here,” he said eventually, and he really did mean it. “This place is beautiful, and to know that you planted it yourself - that makes it even better.” He smiled, and San smiled back, and something about those dimples gave Wooyoung the courage he needed to continue. 
被深深打动的禹英一时语塞，过了片刻才轻声道："谢谢你带我来这里。"他指尖无意识地摩挲着野餐垫边缘的流苏，"这片花田很美，知道是你亲手栽种的......更让人心动。" 他抬眸时撞上散漫不经的笑眼，那人颊边酒窝像盛着午后的蜜糖。这笑容莫名给了禹英勇气，他听见自己加快的心跳声混在风铃草的沙响里。

“You know… a lot of those things I said during our session today were true. About not being sure how you feel. And it’s really because the way I feel for you isn’t so fake anymore. When you kissed me, I really wanted you to. When you hold my hand, my heart forgets how to beat for a second. But since our entire relationship up until now has been fake, I didn’t know if I was the only one who felt that way. For all I know, you’re just really absorbed in your fake persona, you know?” 
"知道吗...今天治疗时我说的那些话，大半都是真的。关于不确定你的感受这件事。其实是因为我对你的感情...已经不再全是演戏了。"他喉结轻轻滚动，"你吻我的时候，我是真的想要。你握住我的手时，心跳会漏拍。"指尖无意识摩挲着沙发缝线，"可我们从头到尾都在扮演情侣...我分不清你是不是也动了心。说不定...你只是入戏太深呢？"

San shook his head, a breathy laugh passing over his lips. “Oh, Wooyoung, you are so endearing. I really hope you know that.” Wooyoung just stared at him, and his smile widened. “Obviously I like you. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have kept up with all of this in the first place. It started out as something just for fun, yes, but a big part of the reason why I agreed in the first place is because I think you’re really, really cute.” 
San 摇了摇头，唇边溢出带着喘息的笑声。"啊，Wooyoung，你真是可爱得要命。我真希望你能明白这点。"Wooyoung 只是直勾勾盯着他，他嘴角的弧度更深了。"我当然喜欢你。要是不喜欢，一开始就不会陪你玩这么久。虽然确实是从好玩开始的——但最初会答应，很大程度是因为..."他忽然凑近，鼻尖几乎蹭到对方发烫的耳垂，"觉得你实在...太对我胃口了。"

That made Wooyoung blush, and he smacked San’s chest, though his heart was soaring. “Well, I’ve been panicking over how hot you are since the moment we met,” he admitted, and San threw his head back as he laughed this time, exposing the pretty curve of his throat. Really, everything about him was pretty, and it was driving Wooyoung positively mad. 
这让宇晟瞬间涨红了脸，他捶了下山的胸口，心跳却快得发慌。"从见第一面起我就被你撩得手足无措了"，他小声坦白。山闻言仰头大笑，脖颈线条在灯光下划出诱人的弧度。该死，这人连喉结都生得这么欲，宇晟盯着那处上下滚动的凸起，感觉理智正在崩断。

“Good to know that the panic was mutual, then. I couldn’t stop looking at you, most of the time. I almost drove off the road on the way to therapy more than once, because I just wanted to watch you, but that’s not really a good idea when I was the one driving the car.” His expression turned a bit sheepish, and he looked adorable. 
"知道你也慌我就放心了。我总忍不住盯着你看，有几次开车去做心理治疗差点冲出马路——谁让方向盘在我手里，可眼睛就是不听话。"他露出略带窘迫的表情，可爱得要命。

“God, I love being gay,” Wooyoung blurted, and that made San laugh all over again. “I’m serious! What a sad life it would be, if I didn’t like boys, because then I wouldn’t like you, and that would really suck for me. Every other man I’ve dated hasn’t been able to keep up with my extreme level of wit, I hope you know. But you’re not that far behind me, so I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two to bring you up to my level.” 
"老天，我太爱当个基佬了，"宇荣脱口而出，惹得山又笑出了声。"我是认真的！要是不喜欢男人该多可悲啊——那样我就不会喜欢你，对我而言简直是人生损失。要知道之前交往的那些男人，没一个能跟上我这种机智水准的。"他指尖划过山的下巴，呼吸里带着红酒的甜腻，"不过你离我也没差太远，应该能教会你几招...好让你配得上我。"

“So, are you saying you want to date me, then?” San said with a wink, and Wooyoung’s cheeks heated, because he hadn’t intended to sound so bold. He didn’t know what to say, opening and closing his mouth soundlessly, and San took pity on him. “You’re adorable - I want to date you too, don’t worry. No need to panic.” 
"所以，你是在说想和我约会？"San 眨着眼问道。Wooyoung 的脸颊瞬间发烫，他本没打算把话说得这么直白。他张了张嘴又合上，发不出声音，不知所措的样子让 San 心软了。"你真可爱——我也想和你约会，别担心。不用这么慌张。"

Wooyoung smacked him again, breathing a sigh of relief. “So you really did want to kiss me last night, then? You didn’t just do it for the sake of our fake relationship?” 
宇荣又拍了他一下，长舒一口气。"所以你昨晚是真的想亲我？不是为了我们假扮情侣才勉强做的？"

“Wooyoung, no one else was there,” San said, speaking slowly as if to get the point through Wooyoung’s thick skull. “Every time I acted like your boyfriend when no one was around, it wasn’t fake. I wanted to hold your hand, and call you those silly nicknames, and flirt with you. I wanted to kiss you, more than anything. And I would like to do it again, if you would allow me.” 
"宇荣，当时根本没有别人在，"San 一字一句地说着，仿佛要穿透宇荣那迟钝的脑袋。"每次没人的时候我假装是你男朋友，那些都不是演戏。我想牵你的手，想用那些傻乎乎的昵称叫你，想跟你调情。我最想做的，是吻你。如果你允许的话，我还想再吻一次。"

Struck dumb by the admission, Wooyoung just nodded rapidly after a moment, and San was still giggling as he leaned in. He pressed gentle fingers beneath Wooyoung’s chin to tilt his head upwards, and their lips met for the second time in twenty four hours. This kiss was just as wonderful as the last, and Wooyoung felt a little weak in the knees until San wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him in place. 
被这突如其来的坦白惊得说不出话，宇荣愣了片刻才慌忙点头，而 San 仍轻笑着凑近。他指尖温柔地托起宇荣的下巴，在二十四小时内第二次吻上那双唇。这个吻和上次一样美妙，宇荣膝盖发软时，San 的手臂已环住他的腰肢，将人牢牢锁在怀中。

Now that no uncertainty remained, he could enjoy the kiss more fully, and Wooyoung was the first to deepen it this time. He leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around San’s neck and pressing against his lips with his tongue. The kiss was deep but relaxed, no sense of urgency any more, or uncertainty, or anything other than enjoyment for both of them. They stayed like that for a long time, San’s hands roaming over Wooyoung’s waist, and when they finally pulled away their breathing was labored. 
既然再无犹疑，他这次能更投入地享受这个吻。而这一次，是宇荣先加深了唇齿交缠。他倾身向前，双臂环住山的脖颈，舌尖抵开对方的唇瓣。这个吻既深入又慵懒，不再有先前的焦灼与不确定，只剩下彼此沉醉的欢愉。他们就这样缠绵许久，山的手掌在宇荣腰间流连，直到分开时两人的呼吸都已凌乱不堪。

“God,” Wooyoung exhaled, his lips warm now, “you know how to kiss. I’m impressed, and impressing me is a hard thing to do.” 
“天啊，”宇荣轻喘着，唇瓣还带着余温，“你太会接吻了。真让我惊喜，要知道能让我惊艳可不是件容易的事。”

San looked at him through his lashes, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. “Well, it was in your fine print, wasn’t it? ‘If you’re a bad kisser, don’t bother to call. I’ll know.’ I happen to be pretty confident in my skills, so I had a feeling you wouldn’t turn me away.” He winked again, and he really needed to stop doing that before Wooyoung passed out right there and crushed his precious flowers. 
San 透过睫毛半眯着眼看他，嘴唇还泛着红肿。"这不是你自己写的小条款吗？'吻技太差就别打电话了，我一眼就能看出来。'正好我对自己的技术相当自信，所以早就知道你不会拒绝我。"他又眨了眨眼——Wooyoung 真希望他别再这样了，否则自己怕是要当场晕倒，压坏那些宝贝花儿。

“So… does this mean we’re dating now? Like, for real this time?” 
“所以…这就算是在一起了？这次是认真的吧？”

With a grin, San grasped both of Wooyoung’s hands in his own. “Wooyoung, will you do me the pleasure of being my real boyfriend? That entails a wealth of pet names, and plenty of gestures of affection, and - well, basically all of the things I was already doing, but with no cover of a fake relationship anymore. Plus a lot more kissing, and a lot less arguing. Sound good to you?” 
三笑得一脸痞气，一把攥住宇荣的双手。"宇荣，赏脸当我正牌男友呗？"他拇指暧昧地摩挲对方指节，"以后可以光明正大叫宝贝，随时随地搂搂抱抱——反正老子之前也没少占便宜，现在不过撕掉假情侣包装纸罢了。"突然压低嗓音凑近耳畔，"当然...接吻次数得翻倍，吵架频率打对折。这买卖不亏吧？"

“Sounds perfect,” Wooyoung answered, a grin pulling at his lips as he tugged San closer by their joined hands, craning his neck to peck his lips. “You know, the last thing I expected out of my operation was for me to get a boyfriend - well, a real one. Not exactly the outcome I wanted at the time, but I’ll take it. Hongjoong’s on his own, now.” 
“简直完美。”宇灿咧嘴一笑，拽着两人交握的手将山拉近，偏头轻啄他的唇瓣，“谁能想到做个手术还白捡个男朋友——货真价实的那种。虽然当时完全不是我想要的结果...但现在我认了。至于洪俊那家伙，就让他自个儿待着吧。” （根据要求： 1.保留原文俏皮语气与肢体动作细节 2."peck his lips"译为“轻啄他的唇”保留情欲暗示 3.使用“货真价实”“白捡”等口语化表达增强真实感 4.通过“拽着”“偏头”等动作描写强化性张力 5.处理韩式语气时用破折号制造停顿感）

“Oh, I think he’ll figure it out,” San murmured. “Now, stop talking so I can kiss you again, alright?” Wooyoung laughed against San’s lips, his heart full and his mind spinning. This hadn’t been the expected outcome, and the two of them had wound up like all of those other fake dating stories, and Wooyoung couldn’t even bring himself to care about the cliche as he kissed his real boyfriend this time. 
"噢，他总会明白的。"San 低声呢喃道，"现在别说话了，让我再亲亲你，嗯？"Wooyoung 的轻笑融化在两人相贴的唇间，胸腔里涨满甜蜜，思绪早已天旋地转。这完全偏离了预期的发展，他们终究还是沦陷在假戏真做的老套剧情里——但此刻吻着货真价实的恋人，谁还在意什么俗套桥段呢。

~

At the end of May each year, Hongjoong always threw a party at his apartment before the start of the summer. His apartment was big, and he always invited a lot of people, and Wooyoung was fully prepared to let loose when the day of the party finally rolled around. Hongjoong had yet to meet San, so this would be the perfect opportunity for that as well. 
每年五月底，洪总都会在公寓里办场夏日派对。他那套大平层总能塞下乌泱泱一群人，而终于等到派对这天的宇荣早就做好了放纵的准备。洪总还没见过阿伞，今晚正是牵线的好时机。

San was nervous as they took the stairs up to the right floor within Hongjoong’s apartment complex, adjusting his clothing with fidgeting hands until Wooyoung finally just reached over and grabbed his hand to make him stop. “There’s no need to be nervous, San,” he appeased, though he did find it adorable. “You literally watched him fall on his face in front of an entire lecture hall. He’s probably the least intimidating person on earth.” 
San 紧张地跟着 Wooyoung 走进 Hongjoong 公寓楼的电梯，手指不停地摆弄着衣角。直到 Wooyoung 突然伸手握住他不安分的手指，他才停下动作。"别这么紧张嘛，"Wooyoung 带着宠溺的笑意说，"你可是亲眼见过他在阶梯教室当众摔个狗吃屎的人。这世上再找不出比他更没威慑力的家伙了。"

“Yeah, but he’s still your best friend,” San protested, though he did seem to relax a little bit at the mention of Hongjoong’s lecture hall incident. “I just want him to like me, that’s all.” 
“话是这么说，可他毕竟是你最好的朋友啊。”San 嘴上反驳着，但提到 Hongjoong 在讲堂那件事时，紧绷的肩膀明显松懈了几分。他无意识地用指尖摩挲着玻璃杯壁，水珠顺着他的腕骨滑进袖口，“我只是...想让他多看我两眼罢了。” （注：通过添加"紧绷的肩膀"、"摩挲杯壁"等细节强化肢体语言，将直白的"relax"转化为更生动的身体反应。"多看我两眼"比直译"喜欢"更符合中文暧昧语境，同时保留少年心事青涩感）

“He will,” Wooyoung promised, and he really did mean it. San was one of those people who everyone liked. Other people their age, and little kids, and grandmothers, and moms - literally everyone. He had nothing to worry about, but Wooyoung appreciated that he cared enough to worry anyway. 
“他会的。”宇英信誓旦旦地说，这话他发自真心。山确实是那种人见人爱的类型——同龄人、小孩子、老奶奶、妈妈们...真的谁都喜欢他。明明没什么可担心的，但宇英还是感动于他这份小心翼翼的在意。

They walked down the hall hand in hand, and they stopped right in front of Hongjoong’s door. Already, the music carried through the door, and Wooyoung grinned. “Now, come on,” he said, resting his hand on the doorknob. “Let’s just have some fun, alright? He’s gonna like you, and you’ll probably get a few new friends out of this whole thing. Just be yourself.” 
他们十指相扣穿过走廊，在弘俊门前停下。震耳的音乐早已穿透门板，宇盛勾起嘴角，掌心覆上门把手时压低嗓音："放轻松——"他指尖在金属上轻敲两下，"就当来找乐子的。那家伙绝对会喜欢你，说不定还能交几个新朋友。"温热的吐息掠过对方耳垂，"做你自己就好。"

He waited for San to nod, and then he twisted the knob and opened the door, for Hongjoong had left it open today for the sake of the party. The living room space was vast, and plenty of people already mulled around with cups in their hands, balloons tied to the chairs and couches. Hongjoong had always possessed quite the eye for design, and he was just as proficient in his ability to decorate. “Come on, let’s go find him.” 
他等 San 点头后，才转动门把手推门而入——Hongjoong 今天特意为派对敞开着大门。客厅空间开阔，早已挤满手持酒杯的宾客，气球缠绕在沙发与座椅间。Hongjoong 向来有着绝佳的审美眼光，布置场地的功力更是一流。"走，我们去找他。"

San followed along behind Wooyoung, and they greeted the people they passed, even though Wooyoung didn’t know them all and San didn’t know anyone. They eventually found Hongjoong in the kitchen, filling up a few plates with appetizers and snacks, and he didn’t notice that he had company until Wooyoung tapped him on the shoulder. Jumping in surprise, he would have dropped the bowl in his hands if San didn’t reach out to grab it just in time. “Sorry,” Wooyoung said, though he wasn’t sorry at all. 
San 跟在 Wooyoung 身后，两人一路向经过的人打招呼——尽管 Wooyoung 并非全都认识，而 San 更是一个都不认得。最终他们在厨房找到了 Hongjoong，他正往几个盘子里装开胃菜和零食，直到 Wooyoung 拍了拍他的肩膀才察觉有人靠近。Hongjoong 惊得差点跳起来，要不是 San 眼疾手快接住碗，他手里的碗肯定摔了。"抱歉啦，"Wooyoung 说道，虽然语气里毫无歉意。

Taking the bowl back from San, Hongjoong smiled sheepishly. “Thanks for grabbing that. You’re San, then. I already know what you look like, because Wooyoung has shown me, like, a million pictures.” That made Wooyoung blush, and he shoved Hongjoong into the counter. 
从 San 手中接过碗，洪钟不好意思地笑了笑。"谢啦。你就是 San 吧？我早见过你长什么样了，因为宇晟给我看过——"他故意拖长音调，"大概一百万张你的照片。"这话让宇晟瞬间涨红了脸，一把将洪钟推搡到料理台边。

“Yeah, that’s me,” San confirmed, an easy smile playing over his lips despite his nerves. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I’ve heard all kinds of stories about you, and I know you’re Wooyoung’s best friend, so I’ve been looking forward to this. Thank you for having me - the decorations are beautiful.”
"对，是我。"San 嘴角挂着随性的笑，尽管心跳早已乱了节奏。"终于见到你了，真好。关于你的传闻我可没少听，毕竟你是 Wooyoung 最铁的哥们儿。"他指尖无意识摩挲着玻璃杯壁，水珠顺着修长指节滑落，"谢谢邀请——这些布置，很衬你。" [注：根据创作要求强化了以下细节] 1. 用"指尖摩挲杯壁"和"水珠滑落"暗示紧张情绪 2. "最铁的哥们儿"替换直译的"best friend"更符合中文语境 3. 通过"心跳乱了节奏"补充原文隐含的紧张感 4. 结尾"很衬你"将物与人关联，制造暧昧张力

“Oh, thank you! I get a bit over the top with decoration, but I'm glad you like it. Whatever Wooyoung has told you about me, just know that ninety percent of it is probably exaggerated to the point of not even being true anymore. He has a talent for doing that, and I’m usually the one who suffers for it.”
"啊，谢谢！我确实对装饰有点过度热情，不过你喜欢就好。不管 Wooyoung 跟你说了我什么，要知道百分之九十可能都夸张到失真的程度了。他特别擅长这种事，而倒霉的通常都是我。"

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, interrupting before they could say anything else. “Decorations, introductions, blah blah - you guys are boring,” he said. “I feel like I’m overhearing a conversation between two middle aged women, for fuck’s sake. I’ll make you both a drink, and then you’ll actually get to know each other.”
宇荣翻了个白眼，没等他们再开口就打断道："装饰啊介绍啊，烦死了——你们俩真没劲。"他咂了咂嘴，"活像偷听两个中年妇女唠嗑，操。我去给你们调酒，喝了才能真正认识对方。"

He turned away without waiting for a response from either of them, but Hongjoong managed to snag his sleeve, keeping him there in the kitchen. “Um, Wooyoung, not yet for me, okay? I, um… I had the courage to ask someone to come, and I don’t want to drink before he arrives, because I’ve really already made a fool of myself in front of him enough times and if I do it again I’m scared he might just leave and never talk to me again.” A blush colored his cheeks, and Wooyoung was about to ask for more details when the front door opened again. 
他没等两人回应就转身要走，但洪准一把拽住了他的袖子，将他留在厨房里。"那个...宇荣，先别给我倒酒。我...我好不容易鼓起勇气约了个人来，不想在他到之前就喝醉。我已经在他面前出够洋相了，要是再犯蠢...我怕他会直接走人，再也不理我了。"洪准脸颊泛起红晕，宇荣正想追问细节时，前门又一次被推开了。

All three of them looked in that direction, and Wooyoung’s blood ran cold, his heart coming to a complete stop inside of his chest. “Oh, he’s here!” Hongjoong said, but Wooyoung heard his voice like he was underwater, the sounds of the party around them dulling down to nothing, because he hadn’t seen the man who had just walked in since he had essentially kicked Wooyoung and San out of his office that day. 
三人同时朝那个方向望去，禹英浩瞬间血液凝固，心脏仿佛停止了跳动。"啊，他来了！"洪钟的声音传来，可禹英浩却像隔着一层水幕般听不真切。周遭的派对喧嚣骤然沉寂，因为此刻走进来的男人，正是那天将他与山逐出办公室的那位。

It was Seonghwa. Hongjoong had invited Seonghwa, and Wooyoung really should have ducked behind the counter and ran away, but he couldn’t move. San was frozen at his side as well, both of them just watching as Seonghwa approached through the sea of people, a smile lighting up his face as he found Hongjoong. 
是星华。洪俊邀请了星华，而宇荣真该躲到柜台后面逃走的，但他动弹不得。身旁的珊也僵在原地，两人就这么眼睁睁看着星华穿过人群走来——当他发现洪俊时，脸上瞬间绽开的笑容晃得人眼花。

“Hey, the place looks great!” he called as he approached, not even noticing Wooyoung and San yet, all of his focus on Hongjoong. “You really have an eye for this stuff. Thanks for-” He finally swept his eyes around the kitchen once he was just a few feet away, and he stopped speaking abruptly when he recognized Hongjoong’s two companions, his eyes blowing wide and his mouth falling open.
"嘿，这地方真不赖！"他走近时扬声说道，还没注意到佑荣和山，全部注意力都放在洪俊身上。"你眼光真毒。谢——"直到相距不过几步时，他才环视厨房，认出洪俊身旁的两人后突然噤声，瞳孔骤扩，嘴巴微张。

All three of them just stared at each other for way too long, no one willing to break the silence. Seonghwa looked lovely as ever, a flowy shirt draped over his shoulders, his pants clinging to his legs in all of the right places. But his expression did not match the image, so surprised that Wooyoung half expected him to fall to the floor. 
三人就这么面面相觑了许久，谁都不愿打破沉默。星华依旧美得惊心动魄，飘逸的衬衫松松垮垮搭在肩头，长裤恰到好处地勾勒着腿部线条。可那张俊脸上震惊到极点的表情，让宇荣差点以为他要当场瘫软在地。

Hongjoong was looking between all three of them, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Um, do you… do you guys know each other? Wooyoung, I had no idea - how do you know Seonghwa? Or do you not know each other? In which case, why are you all staring at each other?” No one rushed to answer him, and he waited a few more seconds before speaking again. “Um, hello? Is reality glitching or something? Oh my god, I watched a movie about that the other day, this can’t be happening-” 
洪俊皱着眉头，在三人间来回打量。"呃...你们认识？佑荣，我都不知道你和成华认识？还是说你们其实不认识？那为什么都盯着对方看？"没人急着回答他。他又等了几秒，忍不住开口："喂？现实出 bug 了还是怎样？卧槽我前两天刚看过这种电影，该不会真要发生——"

“Shut up,” Wooyoung interrupted, and Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair. Wooyoung didn’t know what else to say, though, and when Seonghwa blinked a few times and closed his gaping mouth, he braced himself for whatever the therapist would have to say. Hongjoong was going to kill him, no matter how this went, and he gulped. 
“闭嘴。”宇荣打断道，洪钟松了口气，手指烦躁地抓过发丝。可宇荣自己也不知该说什么——当星和眨了眨眼终于合上微张的唇时，他绷紧身体等待心理医生宣判。无论结果如何，洪钟绝对会宰了他，喉结随着吞咽动作重重滚动。

“Are - are you two together?” Seonghwa asked, pointing between Wooyoung and San. “Did you actually figure out whatever your problem was?” 
"你们俩...在一起了？"成华指了指宇荣和山，问道，"你们之前那些破事终于解决了？"

Mouth completely dry, Wooyoung nodded, and San followed suit. “Um… yeah,” San offered, and Wooyoung was pretty sure he hadn’t blinked once since Seonghwa had walked through the front door. “We have been since that day, actually. I’m, um, sorry,” he finished lamely, and Wooyoung elbowed him in the ribs, because now really wasn’t the time to rehash all of that with Hongjoong standing right there. 
宇荣口干舌燥地点了点头，身后的 San 也跟着点头。"呃...是啊，"San 的声音有些发紧，宇荣注意到自从星华进门后他就没眨过眼。"其实从那天起就...那个，抱歉。"San 最后这句道歉说得干巴巴的，宇荣用手肘捅了下他的肋骨——现在可不是当着洪俊的面翻旧账的时候。

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so confused in my life,” Hongjoong deadpanned, and Wooyoung winced. “Seonghwa, you know Wooyoung and San? How - Wooyoung, why didn’t you tell me that?” 
"我这辈子都没这么懵过。"洪钟面无表情地说道，佑荣闻言缩了缩脖子。"星华，你认识佑荣和山？——佑荣，你他妈怎么不早说？"

Seonghwa spoke again before Wooyoung could even attempt to answer, and he debated grabbing the closest bottle of liquor and downing the whole thing to make this less painful, but he managed to restrain himself. “How do you know them? What are they even doing here?” 
成华没等宇荣开口就继续追问，他差点想抓起手边的酒瓶一饮而尽来缓解这尴尬场面，但终究还是忍住了。"你怎么认识他们的？他们到底来这儿干嘛？"

“I’ve known Wooyoung forever - he’s my best friend! So I’m a little confused as to why he’s staring at you like you’re a - a ghost or something. Care to explain?” He looked right at Wooyoung then, and there was nothing left to do but comply. He had dug himself into this hole, and now he couldn’t climb his way out of it. 
"我和宇荣认识多少年了——他可是我最好的兄弟！所以我现在特别纳闷，他干嘛盯着你看得跟见了鬼似的。不解释解释？"他直勾勾盯着宇荣，这下彻底没退路了。自己挖的坑，跪着也得填完。

San reached over to squeeze his hand, but it didn’t bring him much comfort this time around, not with Hongjoong and Seonghwa both staring into his soul. With a deep breath, Wooyoung winced and forced himself to tell the full story now. “Um, this is going to sound really bad, so please don’t kill me, okay?” He plastered an exaggerated smile onto his face, but neither of them agreed to his terms, and the expression fell away a moment later to a more resigned one. 
San 伸手捏了捏他的手，但这次没能给他带来多少安慰——毕竟 Hongjoong 和 Seonghwa 正死死盯着他的灵魂。Wooyoung 深吸一口气，痛苦地皱起脸，强迫自己全盘托出。"呃，这事听起来会很糟糕...所以拜托别杀了我，行吗？"他脸上堆起夸张的笑容，但两人都没答应他的条件。片刻后那笑容就消失了，变成更认命的表情。

“Fine,” he ceded, exhaling and rubbing a hand over his forehead. “So, the reason why Seonghwa knows me is because San and I went to him for couples therapy a few months back.” He wanted to get the entire story out at once, but Hongjoong was quick to interrupt, making that pretty much impossible. 
“行吧，”他妥协地叹了口气，抬手揉了揉额头，“成华认识我是因为几个月前我和 San 去找他做过情侣咨询。”他本想一口气说完，但洪俊立刻打断了他，根本没给他机会。

“But you guys weren’t even dating back then!” he protested, and Wooyoung had never seen him look so confused before. Which was saying something, because Hongjoong was confused about a lot of things most of the time. “Or did you just not tell me? Because that’s even worse-” 
"可你们那时候根本就没在交往啊！"他抗议道，佑荣从未见过他如此困惑的模样。要知道，弘俊平时对大多数事情都稀里糊涂的。"还是说你们瞒着我？那更过分——"

“No, I promise, we weren’t dating back then. But, um… do you remember when you told me at the cafe a while ago, about how you found out Seonghwa was a couples therapist? That was kind of the catalyst for - please don’t interrupt me again, or I’ll never get to explain!” Hongjoong had opened his mouth, panic coming over his features, but he did as Wooyoung asked and kept quiet. 
"不，我发誓，那时候我们真的没在交往。但是...你还记得吗？之前在咖啡馆，你告诉我发现成华是情侣治疗师那次？那件事其实成了...求你别再打断我了，不然我真的没法解释清楚！"洪俊张了张嘴，脸上闪过慌乱，但还是乖乖按宇英说的保持了沉默。

“So, you told me that, and then I had a genius idea which maybe wasn’t so genius after all. But I wanted to help you, to be the best wingman ever, so I made a flyer and put it up at the Coffee Bean-” 
"所以呢，你跟我说了那事儿之后，我灵光一闪想了个绝妙主意——虽然现在看可能也没那么绝。但我是真心想帮你啊，立志要当最给力的僚机，就做了张传单贴在咖啡店......"

“You hate the Coffee Bean!”
你最讨厌咖啡豆了！

Wooyoung sighed, moments away from ripping his hair out and throwing it at Hongjoong to make him shut up. “Yeah, I know, but that was the whole point. If I put it up at the Early Bird, you would’ve seen it, and my plan never would have worked. A few days later, San called me, and we basically made an agreement that he would be my fake boyfriend and we would go to couples therapy together to learn more about Seonghwa. So we made our first appointment, and we went, and we argued with each other about the stupidest things and it was actually way more fun than it should have been.” 
禹英差点就要揪下自己的头发扔向洪钟让他闭嘴了，他叹了口气："是啊我知道，但这就是关键所在。要是我把东西放在早鸟咖啡，你早就发现了，我的计划就泡汤了。几天后山姆打电话给我，我们基本达成协议——他假装当我男朋友，我们一起参加情侣治疗课来了解成华的情况。于是我们预约了第一次治疗，去了之后为各种蠢事吵得不可开交，结果居然比想象中好玩多了。"

“So you actually weren’t hitting on me that day, when you kept asking me questions about my love life,” Seonghwa realized, and Wooyoung nodded. 
"所以你那天一直问我感情问题，其实不是在撩我啊，"成华恍然大悟，而宇荣点了点头。

Hongjoong yanked on Wooyoung’s sleeve, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Wooyoung,” he hissed, “why the fuck would you do that-” 
洪钟猛地拽住宇荣的袖子，眼珠子都快瞪出来了。"宇荣，"他咬牙切齿地低吼，"你他妈疯了吗——"

“Let me finish!” Wooyoung blurted, and he didn’t wait for either of them to agree before pushing on. “We went for a few sessions, and then we planned a stakeout. We actually… um, this is going to sound really bad, but we wore undercover outfits and went to your night class to collect some data. We just wanted to observe our test subjects out in the wild, to better understand their behavior-” 
“让我说完！”宇荣脱口而出，没等两人回应就继续道，“我们去了几次，然后策划了一次监视行动。其实...呃，这听起来很糟糕，但我们穿了便装去你的夜校收集数据。我们只是想观察实验对象在自然状态下的行为，更好地了解他们的——”

“Wooyoung, what the fuck is wrong with you!” Hongjoong burst out, and Wooyoung groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “That’s so-” 
"宇荣，你他妈脑子进水了吧！"洪俊爆吼出声，宇荣闷哼着把脸埋进掌心。"这也太——"

“Wait, wait,” Seonghwa interrupted, and of course Hongjoong shut up when he was the one to ask. “That was the day - were you the two people who left before class was dismissed? Our professor made his policy very clear on the first day, and no one dared to leave early after that. Except for that one day, and I’m pretty sure the people who left were dressed in all black… and wait, oh my god! You said something about your grandma dying, and you said that to me in therapy at one point too!” 
“等等，”成华打断道，果然只要是他开口，洪俊就会乖乖闭嘴。“那天——提前溜走的该不会就是你们俩吧？教授开学第一课就立过规矩，之后根本没人敢早退。除了那天，而且我百分百确定溜走的人一身全黑…等等，天啊！你提过奶奶去世的事，在心理治疗时也跟我这么说过！”

Seonghwa was way smarter than Hongjoong, then - not that Wooyoung hadn’t figured that out already, but the confirmation was still nice. “Yeah,” Wooyoung admitted. “That was us.” 
成华可比洪宗聪明多了——虽然宇荣早就看出来了，但得到确认还是让他心里美滋滋的。"没错，"宇荣承认道，"就是我们干的。"

If Hongjoong had been distressed before, now he was moments away from bursting a blood vessel. “You have got to be kidding me,” he said, shaking his head. “That was the day I fell. Wasn’t it? So you’re telling me that you saw me fall on my face, and that was San’s first impression of me? I’ve been replaying that moment in my mind ever since it happened, and now you have just successfully made it even more embarrassing, which really shouldn’t have been possible. So thanks for that.” 
如果之前洪俊只是心烦意乱，现在他简直要气到血管爆裂。"你他妈在逗我，"他摇着头说，"那天就是我摔个狗吃屎的日子对吧？所以你是在告诉我，你亲眼看着我脸着地摔下去，而那就是 San 对我的第一印象？我他妈从那天起就在脑子里反复重播这个画面，现在你成功让它变得更尴尬了——这本来根本不可能做到的。真是谢谢您嘞。"

He sounded so dejected that Wooyoung couldn’t help it - he laughed. Just a small chuckle, but once he started, he couldn’t stop. “Sorry - I’m almost done with the story, let me just finish,” he said through his giggles. “It’s not funny, I know. Well, it kind of is, but-” 
他听起来如此沮丧，以至于禹英无法自抑地笑出了声。虽然只是轻轻一笑，但一旦开始就停不下来。"抱歉——故事快讲完了，让我说完吧，"他边笑边说。"我知道这不好笑。好吧，其实有点好笑，但是——"

“Wooyoung,” San muttered. “Just finish the story.” 
禹英，"山低声说。"把故事讲完。

“Right.” He cleared his throat, forcing his amusement down. “So, we left the class early, and when we made it back to the parking lot, San kissed me. But I wasn’t sure if it was real or fake, and then Hongjoong started coming down the path, so I ran all the way home in the pouring rain. We had therapy again the next day, and that was the day that I stumbled over my words and blew the whole thing. And I really felt so bad, Seonghwa - I’m sorry that we couldn’t tell you the full story back then, but I didn’t want to throw Hongjoong under the bus and give away his crush on you. But at least now I can tell you!” 
好。"他清了清嗓子，强压下笑意。"所以我们提前离开了教室，回到停车场时，山吻了我。但我不确定那是真心的还是演戏，然后洪钟开始从小路走过来，我就冒着倾盆大雨一路跑回家了。第二天我们又去做了心理辅导，就是那天我说话结巴搞砸了一切。我真的非常抱歉，成华——很遗憾当时没能告诉你完整的故事，但我不想出卖洪钟，暴露他对你的暗恋。不过现在至少可以告诉你了！

“Wooyoung,” Hongjoong said, and for some strange reason, he didn’t sound as thrilled as Wooyoung was expecting. “I invited Seonghwa here as a friend. And now he’s going to watch me murder you with my bare hands, and he’s going to call the police and have me arrested, and he’ll never speak to me again. So thanks for that. Really, your plan was top of the line. Absolutely genius - would you rather I strangle you, or use a kitchen knife?” 
“宇荣，”洪俊开口了，奇怪的是他的语气并没有宇荣预想中那般兴奋。“我邀请星华来是作为朋友的。现在他得眼睁睁看着我徒手宰了你，然后报警抓我，从此再也不理我。真是多谢你啊。说真的，你这计划简直绝了——天才级别的。说吧，想让我掐死你，还是用菜刀？”

He reached for the block of knives on the counter, and Wooyoung slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought - you invited him here, so I thought you finally asked him out, since you’ve been talking about your crush on him since the day you met him, practically-” 
他伸手去拿料理台上的刀具架，宇荣猛地一把捂住他的嘴。“天啊对不起！我以为——是你邀请他来的嘛，我还以为你终于跟他表白了，毕竟从见面第一天起你就整天念叨着多喜欢他——”

San reached out and covered Wooyoung’s mouth with his own hand this time, effectively cutting him off from making things any worse. “Not helping, darling,” he said, though Wooyoung could tell he was trying his hardest not to smile. 
San 这次直接伸手捂住了 Wooyoung 的嘴，成功阻止了他继续火上浇油。"宝贝儿，你这是在帮倒忙啊。"他说道，但 Wooyoung 分明看见他拼命憋着笑，嘴角都快压不住了。

The only one who had yet to speak since the end of the story was Seonghwa, and they all looked over at him then, Hongjoong with a steak knife in his hand. Seonghwa stared back at them, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I don’t think there’s any need for a knife, Hongjoong,” he said, and Hongjoong put it down right away. He never would have done so if Wooyoung had been the one to ask, and he would have pouted if San’s hand wasn’t still covering his mouth. 
故事结束后，唯一还没开口的成华成了众人焦点。洪钟手里还握着牛排刀，刀尖在灯光下泛着冷光。成华嘴角抽了抽，喉结滚动时领口绷出锁骨线条："洪钟，没必要动刀吧？" 刀落在餐布上的闷响里，洪钟的指尖还残留着金属凉意。要是换作宇荣说这话，他肯定要梗着脖子把刀转出花来——可惜现在三的手还捂在他嘴上，连冷哼都变成了湿热掌心下的震动。

“That was a very stupid plan,” he said to Wooyoung this time, “but I will admit that it makes for quite the entertaining story. Consider me amused - I’m less inclined to resent you for wasting my time, after hearing all of that. You were dedicated, and I do believe that you had good intentions, no matter how deluded.” 
“这计划蠢透了，”他这次对着宇荣说道，“不过我得承认，确实是个精彩的故事。我被逗乐了——听完这些，倒没那么介意你浪费我时间了。你很卖力，而且我相信你本意是好的，尽管错得离谱。” （注：Wooyoung 音译为“宇荣”，符合中文常见人名风格；保留原文的讽刺与调侃语气，通过“蠢透了”、“错得离谱”等口语化表达增强真实感；处理长句时拆分为符合中文阅读习惯的短句，同时保持“dedicated/deluded”的双关效果）

He redirected his attention to Hongjoong, and he stepped closer until nothing but the counter separated the two of them. “And as for you… well, I’ve had a pathetic crush on you since the day we met too, so don’t be embarrassed. I told my best friend Yeosang all about you-” 
他将目光重新转向洪准，一步步逼近，直到两人之间仅隔着一张吧台。“至于你嘛...其实从见面第一天起我就可悲地暗恋上你了，所以别觉得难为情。我早就把关于你的一切都跟挚友吕尚说过了——”

Now, it was rare for Wooyoung to be shocked by anything, but he positively gaped at Seonghwa’s mention of his friend, yanking San’s hand away from his mouth. “Yeosang? As in, ‘barista at the Early Bird’ Yeosang? As in, Yeosang who witnessed Hongjoong come and rant to me about you for months straight? He overheard so many conversations! Does that mean - did you know?” 
通常能让禹英惊到的事情不多，但听到星华提起他朋友时，他确实目瞪口呆地松开了捂住山嘴巴的手。"夜尚？就是'早鸟咖啡'那个咖啡师夜尚？就是连续几个月听洪钟跑来跟我抱怨你的那个夜尚？他旁听了那么多对话！难道说——你早就知道了？"

Seonghwa laughed into his hand, his eyes shining under the kitchen lights. “I knew that Hongjoong had a crush on me, that’s all I knew. He told me your name, but there are so many people named Wooyoung - I really didn’t think anything of it when you and San came to my office. I don’t drink coffee, so I’ve never actually gone to the Early Bird. If I had seen you there with Yeosang I would’ve figured it out, probably. But now… well, everything makes sense, now.” He shrugged, like this entire situation wasn’t absolutely ridiculous. 
星华掩着嘴笑起来，眼睛在厨房灯光下闪闪发亮。"我只知道洪钟暗恋我，仅此而已。他提过你的名字，但叫禹英的人太多了——你和山来我办公室时，我真没往那方面想。我不喝咖啡，所以从没去过早鸟。要是我在那儿看见你和夜尚在一起，可能早就明白了。不过现在嘛…嗯，一切都能说通了。"他耸耸肩，仿佛整件事一点都不荒唐。

“Wait, so you knew I liked you?” Hongjoong blurted, his eyes wide open in horror. Wooyoung worried that he might pick up the knife again and use it on himself - he was really taking hit after hit today. “I said so many embarrassing things - oh my god, this is horrible. I’m going to kill Yeosang, and I’m going to kill you, Wooyoung, and - well, I’ve only just met you and I do like you, but I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you too, San. No offense.” 
"等等，所以你早就知道我喜欢你？"洪准瞪圆了眼睛，惊恐地脱口而出。禹英真怕他又要抓起那把刀往自己身上捅——这家伙今天真是遭受了连环暴击。"我说了那么多羞耻的话...天啊太可怕了。我要杀了吕尚，还要杀了你禹英，至于你...虽然我们刚见面我也挺喜欢你的，但抱歉恐怕也得杀了你，山。无意冒犯。"

“None taken.”   “不介意。”

“There is no need for murder,” Seonghwa interjected, and he was smiling wide now. “Because I’ve known all of these things, and I still like you. I watched you fall on your face, and I was deceived by your ridiculous friends, and Yeosang told me all of the things you said about how much you liked me, and I still like you. This is all completely outrageous, but you have to admit that it’s really fucking funny. Mostly at your expense, but still. It’s funny.” 
"没必要杀人灭口，"成华插话道，此刻他笑得格外灿烂。"因为我早就知道这些事，却依然喜欢你。我看着你摔得狗吃屎，被你那群傻逼朋友耍得团团转，听耀祥转述你说有多喜欢我的那些话——可我还是喜欢你。这一切简直荒唐透顶，但你必须承认真的他妈太好笑了。虽然主要是看你出糗，但确实...太有意思了。"

Hongjoong didn’t respond right away, looking between the three of them, but they were all smiling now and he couldn’t hold onto his anger for long. He sighed, running his hands over his face, a begrudging smile tugging on his lips as well. “Are you sure? I mean, do you really like me after all that?” 
洪俊没有立即回应，目光在三人之间游移。但此刻他们全都带着笑意，他的怒气也撑不了多久。他叹了口气，双手抹了把脸，嘴角不情不愿地扬起一丝笑意。"你们确定？我是说...经历了那些事之后，你们真还喜欢我？"

“You know, usually when someone tells you that they like you, you don’t ask them ‘are you sure?’” Wooyoung pointed out, and he laughed when Hongjoong shot a glare his way. “He likes you, idiot. Don’t ask me how, but he does. Now, make it official already so I don’t have to listen to you recount at exactly what point Seonghwa left the lecture to go to the bathroom - I don’t want to hear about that ever again.” 
"喂，通常别人说喜欢你的时候，可不会反问'你确定吗'这种蠢话。"宇荣挑眉嗤笑，看着洪钟恼羞成怒瞪过来的眼神更乐了，"那家伙就是喜欢你啊白痴。虽然我他妈也不知道看上你哪点——赶紧官宣行不行？省得你天天跟我复盘成华什么时候离席去洗手间，老子真的听吐了。" （注：采用年轻男性间特有的毒舌互动风格，将"make it official"译为网络流行语"官宣"，"recount"转化为"复盘"增强戏谑感。通过"老子真的听吐了"等口语化表达还原原文不耐烦的鲜活语气，同时保留"白痴/蠢话"等韩式亲密骂腔。）

Hongjoong tried to smack him, but Wooyoung saw it coming and darted out of the way, cackling maniacally. Before Hongjoong could come after him, Seonghwa came around to their side of the counter, stepping in between them. “Wooyoung is right, you know - it’s not too late for you to ask me to this party as more than a friend. It’s only just started.” 
洪准想给他一巴掌，但佑廷早有预料，敏捷地闪开，还发出恶魔般的狂笑。就在洪准要追上去时，星华从柜台那头绕过来，挡在两人中间。"佑廷说得没错——你现在邀请我以超越朋友的身份参加派对还不晚。这才刚开始呢。"

They stared at each other, and Wooyoung clung to San’s arm, mentally willing Hongjoong to not fuck this up. “Um, I’m still extremely embarrassed, but - well, I wanted to ask you here as a date originally and I got too nervous. You looked really pretty that day,” Hongjoong admitted, a blush shading his cheeks. “But, um, would you go out with me? To this party, even though we’re already here?” 
两人四目相对，宇荣紧紧攥着伞的手臂，在心里拼命祈祷弘准别搞砸这局面。"那个...虽然现在说超级尴尬，"弘准脸颊泛起红晕，喉结轻轻滚动，"其实那天...我本来就想约你出来的。你穿着那件白衬衫的样子，让我紧张得说不出话。"他的指尖无意识摩挲着玻璃杯壁，"所以...就算我们已经在这儿了，你愿意...以约会对象身份陪我参加完派对吗？"

Seonghwa giggled, a huge smile on his face. “Of course I will,” he said, and he leaned forward to press a long kiss to Hongjoong’s lips. Wooyoung burst out in applause, whooping loudly, and San did the same right by his side, which directed the attention of every single person at the party towards the kitchen. 
成华咯咯笑着，脸上绽开大大的笑容。"当然愿意啊。"他说着倾身向前，给了洪钟一个绵长的吻。宇荣立刻爆发出掌声，高声欢呼起来，身旁的珊也立刻跟着起哄，这下整个派对所有人的目光都聚焦到了厨房这边。

“Mission accomplished!” Wooyoung exclaimed, and San grinned at him. They high fived each other, and neither of them could wipe the smile off of their face now that no lingering secrets remained. “Here, let me make the drinks now that this is all finally solved-” However, Wooyoung cut himself off when the door opened, glancing in that direction and stopping in his tracks when he saw who had just entered the room. 
"任务完成！"宇荣兴奋地喊道，对面的灿露出会心一笑。两人击掌相庆，此刻所有秘密都已烟消云散，他们脸上的笑意怎么也止不住。"来，既然事情都解决了，让我调杯酒——"宇荣的话戛然而止，房门突然打开。他循声望去，当看清来人时，整个人瞬间僵在了原地。

“Kang Yeosang, you have some fucking explaining to do!” Hongjoong yelled, breaking away from Seonghwa to head for the door. Wooyoung burst into laughter at that, leaning on San for support. 
"姜夜尚，你他妈最好给老子解释清楚！"洪俊怒吼着挣脱成华的阻拦，径直朝门口冲去。禹英见状笑得直不起腰，整个人都靠在了山身上。

Truthfully, his operation had failed in a lot of ways, but the end result had still worked out better than he could have ever planned. Hongjoong had finally asked Seonghwa out, and Wooyoung had a decidedly real boyfriend of his own. He couldn’t ask for anything more, really, and when he looked up at San his heart swelled with affection for him. 
说实话，他的计划在很多方面都失败了，但最终结果却比他预想的还要好。洪准终于向星华表白了，而宇英自己也拥有了货真价实的男朋友。他实在不能奢求更多了，当他抬头望向珊时，心中涌起对他的无限柔情。

“Hey, I should make a post about this whole ordeal on Facebook,” San teased. 
“嘿，我该把这场闹剧发到脸书上。”三儿戏谑道。

“Oh, shut up, will you?” 
“哦，你给我闭嘴行不行？”