Moral of the Story || seongsang · 2ho

13. Daydream

During class, Seonghwa couldn't focus. His mind kept drifting as he brushed his fingers over the mark on his face.

He thought back to that day the two met, he couldn't focus in class then either. After the coffee shop, Seonghwa had taken his phone out under the table to text Yeosang, and the professor saw. She was unimpressed.

But after class, he finally was able to send one: Hey, it's your other half ;) Seonghwa didn't know then where the confidence came from.

Yeosang was still in school, so Seonghwa waited at that same cafe for hours, trying to do homework, but mostly rereading the same textbook paragraph ten times and obsessively flattening his clothes.

As Yeosang finally came up to the table, Seonghwa stood and bowed. The younger chuckled and bowed back, but said, "No need to be so formal, Hyung."

"Do you want a coffee?" The older asked, "I can order you one."

"Sure. . ." Yeosang looked up at the menu, hands fiddling in his lap. "I'll just have a latte please, soy milk." He reached into his wallet and pulling out a card, handed it to Seonghwa.

The taller eyed him, "I'll pay."

Yeosang rolled his eyes shaking the card in front of Seonghwa's face. The taller finally took the plastic from Yeosang's grip and, in retaliation, waved it in front of Yeosang's face. "Fine, I'll take the card," he retorted. "But that doesn't mean I'll use it."

After Seonghwa left, the blond shook his head, smiling. That's fine by me.

Returning to the table with two mugs, Seonghwa sat across from the other. "What did you order?" Yeosang asked.

"A Cafe Americano, with four pumps syrup."

Yeosang raised a brow, "That's a lot of sugar."

"Yeah coming from the one drinking a latte." Said Seonghwa laughing.

"Hyung, love," Yeosang had said oh so smugly. "Only flavored lattes have sugar. This is a classic latte." He raised the mug.

Oh. Seonghwa blushed and his pulse quickened. But he didn't speak.

So Yeosang laughed and their eyes met for a long moment, just looking. "Aish!" Yeosang broke the silence, rolling back in his chair. "This is so weird. Like honestly. I know we learn about this all the time in school but I didn't think it'd be like this."

Seonghwa laughed quietly, glancing down. "Like what?" He asked leaning over the table.

"Like I've known you longer than a total of 20 minutes." Yeosang bit his lip. "I'm usually pretty quiet, but here I am doing most of the talking."

And Seonghwa smiled, blushing. "I like hearing about you though, and I already said I feel the same, that I feel way more comfortable with you than should be allowed. . . basically just threw stranger danger out the metaphorical window."

"Ooo fancy words."

Seonghwa smirked, bowing his head. "Thank you,"

Yeosang took a sip of his latte, but it was still far too hot to be comfortable. "I want to go to school for Lit so I appreciate it. . .What are you in uni for?"

"Aerospace engineering. . .Which has, unfortunately, a lot to do with defense, but. . ." He trailed off, before switching the question around. "What do you want to do with a Lit degree?"

"Be a professor."

Seonghwa's eyes widened, "Really?" He laughed. "Just wait until you're in your second year of uni and see if you really still want to still be a professor."