Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*
SAN
He was walking through the doors of Meraki again, making his way to the counter because he suddenly took a liking to the cafe. He spotted Wooyoung at the counter, already preparing someone else's drink. He went up, waiting for him to finish.
Before long, Wooyoung placed the drink and called out the customer's number. They came up, took it and left. Wooyoung turned to face San. This was San's fourth time making an appearance here.
"Hey.", San smiled at him.
"Hi. What can I get you?"
"Americano please."
Wooyoung retreated to prepare his drink and San just stood at the corner, waiting patiently. While he stood, his eyes wandered around the cafe. Some changes had been made. For one the colour theme of the cafe felt more... calming than its down before.
San didn't know what it was about the misty appearance that brought peace to his mind but he didn't care. What San did know was that the dim lighting was in harmony with the serene background and atmosphere. Whoever was making these changes had some sort of talent.
"Here you go.", Wooyoung placed the drink on the counter and San paid for the drink. He found a spot further away from everyone else and sat there, slowly sipping the drink.
Everyone moved slowly. Time moved slowly. It was like a blur.
Being here always reminded him of his parents, his older sister, his studies, everything.
He couldn't risk going back to the dorms and coming face to face with Hongjoong. Their conversations never ended well because San had a habit of not saying anything and just leaving, the older's voice still loud and clear behind him.
Hongjoong was a senior, of course. One with talent and a strong passion for music. Not to mention he had been to dozens of competitions and had never come back as a failure. The only reason he wasn't dropping out of school and finding a job as a solo artist was purely because he just wanted to finish his education.
Hongjoong was San's role model. But after getting himself involved with the younger, he got to learn that this wasn't for the weak. It was as if every idea for a song had already been made and pre existed, as if every tune was sung by someone. Coming up with something original to San was as near as impossible. And worse, he didn't have a muse. An inspiration. He wasn't even sure where Hongjoong got his from.
