lollipop ➹ jaywon

AT THAT PLACE. 16.2

a/n :: this one's for you.

Alternate ending.

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> from: parkjongseong02@gmail.com
> to: jungOne1111@gmail.com

Greetings,

If we could meet and discuss the business proposal, that would be fantastic. I am available at any time this afternoon.

> from: jungOne1111@gmail.com
> to: parkjongseong02@gmail.com

Mr. Park,

I see. So, may we meet at 4PM? What is the location of our meeting? Please respond by email. Thank you.

> from: parkjongseong02@gmail.com
> to: jungOne1111@gmail.com

At our place, Mr. Secretary.

> from: jungOne1111@gmail.com
> to: parkjongseong02@gmail.com

At that place. Noted. See you then.

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Jungwon's walking to the path he has been familiar with since he was ten. His dimples peek out when he smiles at the dogs on leashes he passes by, and he lights up when he sees an ice cream truck nearby. He's grown since years back, he kept the same hairstyle from when he was a college freshman. A mullet that never goes past his shoulders.

He looks around the park, seeing various people around, families, children, teenagers, yet the park looks nowhere near crowded. They all snack on ice creams to cool themselves from the heat of the sun. He glances at the time, he's two minutes late. Walking faster and stuffing his phone in his jean pocket, he looks down to take a glance at his outfit, a pink cardigan over a shirt and jeans, definitely not appropriate for a formal meeting.

It's not like Jongseong would show up wearing a blazer or anything. He makes a mental note to himself that Jay must be wearing some sort of blue polo shirt and jeans or something like that, but then again, he shrugs that thought off and laughs at himself for being more concerned of Jay's choice of clothing rather than the original reason why they've planned to meet, which was to discuss about the proposal.

When he stealthily pushes himself amidst the growing bushes and goes through their secret entrance, he sees him sitting on the swing, waiting for him, arms crossed sternly. "Oh, hey," Jungwon sheepishly says, pursing his lips shut to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Damn it. Why is Park Jongseong wearing a goddamn blazer in summer? So he was wrong about what Jongseong would wear. He isn't wearing a blue polo shirt and jeans. He's wearing formal clothes, like a professional businessman, and he looks quite attractive with it, too. His dark hair neatly combed, not a single strand astray, and glasses that make his figure look completely different from how Jungwon looked.

"Don't you oh hey me," he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "You're late."

"For two minutes, Mr. Park," a chuckle leaves Jungwon, and when he saw the sedate look on the older's face, he unknowingly pouts. "... Sorry."

Jay visibly sighs, and Jungwon steals glances of him while brushing some small leaves off his clothes. "It's fine," Jay gestures to the swing beside him and it felt like a hit of nostalgia. "Come here."

By his words, Jungwon complies as he walks over to approach him. He sits back down, and a slight smile forms on his face. Despite their ages and current lives, sitting down on the swing beside Jongseong made him feel like he was a kid again. He turns his head and looks for something on the oak tree behind them, and chuckles. It always entertains him and makes his heart full whenever he sees their initials carved inside a crooked drawn heart.