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19 ~ Simply no proof

I looked at my boyfriend. He looked just as good as any other day. Just a bit happier. He smiled more. I realized that I've been at his place for the past two days and smiled just for myself too. I looked straight at the table right in front of me, remembering what we were doing and how sweet he was. I would bet that I was blushing.

"Seungkwan?" I heard a voice that woke me up from my memories.
"Hm?" I looked at him. Oh shit. I forgot I had company...
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Better than ever." I smiled.
"Sure..."
"What?"
"No, nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Nah, it's alright."
"Please, Wonwoo."
"You're blushing. Like a lot. At first I was concerned, but then I realized that maybe it was because of whatever you did with your boyfriend..."
"What... exactly does that mean?"
"I think you know..."
"I do not..."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out."

With that he left me speechless. What is that supposed to mean?? Wait, does he think we...

"Wonwoo!!"
"What?"
"Do you really think we did that?"
"Did you not?"
"No, you gross idiot!"
"I'm the idiot?? Why are you blushing then?"
"Because we were having a good time!"
"That is exac-"
"NOT LIKE THAT! We cuddled and it was nice."
"And that is why you were blushing?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't believe you a thing."
"If I could, I would let you look into my mind for yourself to see."
"Well, you can't. Your proof?"
"I don't have one. When you're having a great ti-" I looked at Wonwoo who's one eyebrow was raised. "When you're enjoying a moment..." I looked again, to see his reaction. He was still smiling, but I took it as a win. "...you don't think of capturing it." He lightly nodded.

"I agree. Still not a proof though."
"I'm gonna pour my americano on your head... Do not try me."
"Fine, alright. All I'm saying is that you can't prove me anything."

"Well, you can't prove me that you're single either."
"How am I supposed to prove that?"
"Exactly."
"Okay, you've got a point."

I smiled proudly before sipping from my americano. This was not, in fact, the proudest I've ever been, however, I was happy to shut his smart ass up.

I would say that it was awfully quiet, but one could easily hear the quiet conversations of other people and the two baristas working with occasional chat.

"You know, I can't help but wonder- Sorry for going back, but I just gotta say it. I still wonder what could be making Mingyu so angry especially at the two of us. He's overall easily irritated these past few days... I wonder what's going on..." I voiced my thoughts.

"It's alright, I told you I'm here to listen." He said before probably analyzing more of what I said. "You know, if he wasn't so easily irritated before, then what could be so wrong?"

"That's what I'm wondering. This all started-" I stopped for a second. Realization hit me hard. I looked right into his eyes. "It all started the day Hansol first came here." I looked at the boy I was talking about. My poor boyfriend... He doesn't know what monster he's friends with...

"I literally didn't think he's homophobic... He was the matchmaker here, he was the one who gave me Hansol's number without either of us knowing... He always helped us out..." My voice cracked, saying the last sentence and my eyes got filled with tears.

There's no way, there's no way, there's no way!

"Was it all just a joke?" I said, trying to hold my tears in. "Does Hansol not love me?" A single drop of salty water begun to run down my cheek. Others didn't wait too long. And so I started crying.

Wonwoo got closer and hugged me. "Do you want to go home?"

"No, my mom can't see me like this... It would tear her heart appart... And let alone my little sister..."

"It's alright... Do you have anywhere else to go?" I shook my head at his question.

"Wanna come to mine then? I can make you a warm cup of tea- or coffee. My parents won't mind."

"Are you sure they'll be okay with that?"
"I am." He said and patiently waited for my full answer.
"Then I'd like that..."

He checked that we have everything and took out a piece of paper from a pocket on the inner side of his zip up sweatshirt. Then he took a pen out of there too. He quickly scribbled something on the paper. He quietly called Mingyu, handed him the paper and led me to the exit. I knew the way, but I was glad I was standing. My entire body was shaking, tears still slowly sliding down my cheeks. I was devastated.