enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

zero: a beautiful relationship //(edited)

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In the spacious dance studio, under the gleam of the afternoon sun, a tall figure orchestrated a long-awaited introduction. "Wooyoung, meet San. San, meet Wooyoung," he said, presenting his dance partner Wooyoung to his childhood friend, San, with a warm smile.

Wooyoung's heart skipped a beat as he looked up to see a figure with effortlessly styled, tousled brown hair paired with the casual cool of ripped jeans and an oversized shirt standing before him. This was the person Wooyoung had secretly admired from afar, the one he'd whimsically termed his 'Dream Boy'.

Countless times Wooyoung had implored his dance partner, Mingi, to make an introduction to his friend San, who, despite not being a dance major, had the rhythm and grace that could rival any professional. San's occasional appearances at the studio to dance 'just for fun' left a lasting impression on Wooyoung, especially after catching a glimpse of his fluid moves in a video on Mingi's Instagram. That video had become a treasured loop, watched over and over in moments of quiet yearning.

Now, as San stood before him, Wooyoung was struck by the reality that was even more captivating than his dreams. A play on words fluttered through Wooyoung's mind as he admired San's effortlessly mature charm, "San, a cute name for a cute guy."

Suddenly, San's expression shifted into a lighthearted grin at Wooyoung's candid admiration, "Ha, thanks, Wooyoung." A glance passed between San and Mingi, who noticed Wooyoung's trance hadn't quite broken.

Declaring his matchmaking duties fulfilled with a chuckle, their mutual friend excused himself, leaving a playful remark hanging in the air. As he walked away, his smile was a knowing one, and he gave San a supportive pat on the back.

Caught slightly off guard by the 'Cupid' comment, San's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Is this his way of setting us up?" he inquired, his voice rich with humor.

The spell of the moment finally broken, Wooyoung joined in the laughter, a hand reaching up to scratch his neck in a charming display of nervousness. "I guess so...is that okay?" he ventured, hoping the answer would be as affirmative as the smile that San hadn't ceased wearing.

San's response was as flirtatious as it was reassuring, "Sure, I don't mind. You're quite cute yourself." His words sent a ripple of nervous laughter through Wooyoung, who felt a rush of disbelief and excitement. This was no dream; it was the delightful beginning of something wonderfully real.

Gathering his courage, Wooyoung extended an invitation, his voice laced with a hopeful uncertainty, "Are you free to, um, hang out then?" It was a role reversal for him, as he was more accustomed to being the one pursued.

San's response came with a casual ease, "Yeah, I'm free, wanna go to a restaurant?" Adjusting his book bag, he signaled his readiness to follow Wooyoung's lead.

Wooyoung confidently nodded, "Sure, I know a place," and guided San through the city streets to a cozy eatery he knew well. As they settled into their seats and munched on fries, the conversation flowed naturally, turning to their shared love for music.

"I like this girl group called Twice," San confessed without a hint of reservation.

Wooyoung's face lit up with shared enthusiasm, as he replied, "Please, who doesn't? I love Twice so much." Their mutual interests only adding to the ease between them.

When the meal wound down, San offered to cover the bill, his words playful yet sincere, "If you're upset, you can pay for the next date."

Wooyoung's heart danced at the word 'date.' "This was a date?" he echoed, a mix of surprise and delight in his voice.