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🖤🌑☂️☾✧☽☂️🌑🖤
- 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝕋𝕐-ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔼 -
𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙
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there was a calm feeling in the lounge when san and wooyoung walked in. everyone was doing their own thing, minding their own business- chunked up in groups and pairs amongst themselves, yet it seemed so connected- san liked that, reminded him of his own friends a lot. everyone turned their attention to the door, wooyoung opening his mouth to introduce him- but the younger beat him to it- five pairs of eyes glued onto him,
"hi, i'm san."
no response, even, confusion on the boys faces- making wooyoung chuckle under his breath, then, one of them san didn't recognize (with brown hair) spoke,
"..san?" he repeated, slowly.
the youngest cleared his throat, nodding awkwardly, "y-yeah, uhm.. w-wooyoung said you all wanted to meet me?" he looked down, picking at his sweat pants out of nervousness. wooyoung grabbed the boys hand gently when he noticed, thumb running over his knuckles softly,
"it's cherry you dumbasses."
now everyone had a reaction.
"i didn't know san is cherry's real name i was just confused!!" seonghwa defended himself, "yea! we didn't know either," yunho pouted, turning to look at san, "hi san, it's nice to see you!"
san blushed and smiled, "hello..."
the boys with the brown hair and the auburn hair stood up eagerly, moving towards the standing pair quickly, "hi san, i'm yeosang, we've heard lots about you." the brown haired one put out his hand, san shook it gingerly,
"y-you have?" he said, face turning redder, "ah cute, he's blushing~" yeosang teased, pinching at sans face, making the younger blush even more.
then, the auburn haired one spoke, giggling, "ya, sangie cut it out." he turned to san,
"hello san, i'm jongho."
"hi jongho, it's really nice to meet you both." he smiled, giggling when he felt someone ruffle his hair a bit, he turned- being engulfed in a hug by who he had assumed was seonghwa.
"hi seonghwa." he spoke muffled into his chest, not feeling wooyoungs hand slip away- the older had moved away, giving his friends space to bombard the boy.
