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
San and Hongjoong sat at the table at the cafe, drinks half way gone and sitting in front of them. They didn't go to Meraki today. Primarily because Wooyoung wasn't working.
Unlike usual, Hongjoong actually decided to let them catch break off doing work so here they were in a calm corner of the cafe, having aimless conversations.
Apparently Hongjoong managed to get into a company as a trainee and would have to go there four times a week after school so San would be seeing less of him from now on. Nonetheless, he was proud of him. He was a hard-worker and his efforts were paying off.
San was still scrolling through his phone when Hongjoong groaned.
"What is it?", San looked up.
"Your kind is coming here."
"Which of my kind? Yunho or Yeosang?"
"The straight forward hyper one."
"Yeosang?"
"Yeah that one."
San let a slight laugh escape him. It was funny to know Hongjoong didn't consider himself as friends with any of them but somehow still managed to have their numbers.
The bell rang and both San and Hongjoong's head turned almost in sync to the door. Surely enough it was Yeosang but he'd dragged Jongho, not to their surprise and Wooyoung, to their surprise with him.
Seeing as it was a Saturday, everyone else had to have been busy with their own things but to see Jongho leaving the confines of his own room and showing up was crazy. Yeosang made his way towards them with the other two following right behind him.
He pulled out three chairs taking a space next to San and letting Jongho sit next to him. The leftover space was between Hongjoong and Yeosang so Wooyoung helped himself and took a seat.
Hongjoong shifted awkwardly, now fidgeting with his hands for a while and then bringing his straw to his lips. Anything to calm his nerves.
"Well.", Yeosang looked from person to person, "Why do you all look constipated?"
"What do you mean constipated?", San rose a brow.
"You're all like really stiff. Is my presence irritating you?"
"Of course not!", San defended, "You just brought more people than we were expecting... Which isn't bad obviously!"
