Desperate, are you? (Because I am, too) [ Gray x Wolf ] Weak Hero

Chapter 3 | Gray and Wolf - The Cafe : Coffee and Coquetry

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Note: I might switch from their Korean names to their English names from time to time! I do it to match the mood. But in reality, they're just saying the same name as they're speaking Korean.

Gray Yeon/ Sieun Yeon

Wolf Keum/ Seongje Keum

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In a cozy café tucked away in a bustling city, the scent of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air. Amidst the gentle hum of chatter and the clinking of porcelain cups, an unexpected encounter was about to take place.

Wolf, the delinquent with an air of rebellion, sauntered into the café, his red blazer slung casually over his broad shoulders. His dark, purple tousled hair fell haphazardly over his piercing eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of mischief. He scanned the room and found his gaze fixated on a table occupied by a diminutive figure.

There sat Gray Yeon, the short, but tricky student known for his academic prowess. With his neatly combed hair, and a blank expression, he seemed entirely out of place in this unconventional setting. But beneath his unassuming demeanor lay a viscousness that Wolf had seen firsthand.

Wolf approached Gray's table with a swagger, causing a few heads to turn. He leaned against the edge, flashing a mischievous smile. "Yo, mamba."

Much to Gray's surprise, a voice called out to him. A rather familiar voice. It belonged to none other than that bastard, Wolf Keum.

"What do you want now? What are you doing here?" Gray asked, coldly.

"Calm down shorty, I'm not trying to pick a fight.. Surprising, am I right? ..As far as I know, this is a public place, anyone can go in and out if they want."

Gray scoffed at the nickname. However, he is right. Gray didn't lose his composure.

"So, what's a smartass like you doing in a place like this?"

"What's a jackass like you doing in a place like this?" Gray mirrored.

The shorter boy was sitting alone at the table, aside from the coffee and pastry he ordered, different study materials were scattered on the desk. Different textbooks, history books, certain notebooks that were open, which displayed Gray's print-like handwriting beautifully, sticky notes on certain parts of pages, highlighters, pencils and pens.

Despite being slightly cluttered, it was still clean and organized in a way. It showcased how much effort a high-achiever student like Gray put into his academics.

Wolf admired Gray at the table he sat silently, taking another mental note of how serious the shorter boy was when it came to studies.

No wonder he's such a smartass, Wolf thought to himself, a smile creeping up on his face. If any other person were to see this, they would have thought he was a lunatic; which Wolf is.