𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐝 (𝐃𝐨𝐓𝐚𝐞)

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ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
ʜᴀs ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs.

It was P.E class. Everyone was doing something else. Some were running around, some were just talking on The bleachers, some were even exercising. But Doyoung kept an eye on everyone, trying to figure out who the person from last nights call could be. He noticed an odd looking boy. He wasn't doing anything. He was just standing next to The track field. Looking as lonely as Doyoung, actually.

He didn't think anything of it though. The boy was similar to him anyways. So Doyoung decided to approach him, since it appeared that no one else would.

"Hi! You're Taeyong, right?" Doyoung asked smiling in a cheerful tone.
'Holy shit, He's talking to me' Taeyong thought to himself. He never thought Doyoung would actually Talk to him or even Look at him, actually.
Since they were both Big introverts, Taeyong thought there would be no way for them to start talking or hanging out Anytime soon.

"O-oh, yea. I'm Taeyong. You're Doyoung, right?" Taeyong asked and held out his hand for Doyoung to shake it.

"Yea, That's me." Doyoung laughed slightly and shook Taeyongs hand lightly.

Taeyongs heart was doing acrobatics at this point. The interaction Made him So Happy.

"Um, since we don't Have any classes after this, would you Like to go to a café with me?" Doyoung asked and smiled at Taeyong.

Right in that moment Doyoung felt something hit his back and bounce off of it. He turned around and realized that it was just a ball from his classmate. He bent over to pick The ball up and threw it back.

While Doyoung was busy picking The ball up he didn't realize that Taeyong almost creamed his pants at The sight infront of him.
Doyoung bent over with his ass sticking out Because of his short gym shorts.

"No problem!" Doyoung shouted back after his classmate thanked him for throwing The ball back.
"Fuck." Taeyong whispered as quiet as he could, So The other wouldn't hear.
"What was that?" Doyoung asked, turning back around to face Taeyong.
"Nothing. So about The café, i can definitely go." Of course Taeyong didn't Have anything else to do. Even he did, he would cancel everything to go to a stupid café with his crush.

"Ok, let's go then. I'll Wait for you next to My locker. You know My locker number? It's 115, Second hall. See you, Taeyong!" Doyoung waved at him and skipped off to the locker room.
Taeyong never knew Doyoung was so energetic. He's usually always alone, looking like he's at a funeral.

(A/N: Idk if yall understand the funeral thing, since english isn't My first language. Basically in My country There's a phrase that translates to that, it means that you look really sad and miserable like you're at a funeral. Just to explain lol)

Anyways, Taeyong couldn't be happier to spend his afternoon with Doyoung.