Let Me Love You

[3]

Two weeks has gone by and Wooyoung had planned to go to a coffee shop ran by Jongho's long-time friends from the university organization for the theater arts.

MATZ café was located just two blocks away from the south gate of the university. It was the only café in a street full of clothing boutiques and school supply stores. It had been there for a good two years as the owners, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, had already planned to establish a café since the nearest one before was at the very least needed a taxi to get there. They were both part of the organization Jongho was on, which conducted and produced stage plays.

He went to the café alone, as Yeosang and Jongho were not available at the moment. He needed to talk to someone, and these two were the only ones to actually sensibly help him.

"OH, so he's a STALKER!? WOAAHHHH CREEEEPPPPYYY~"

Seonghwa's voice really was not helping.

"WHY DID YOU NOT REPORT IT TO THE POLICE IF IT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH!?"

Hongjoong said in a very loud and stern voice.

"Look, guys, I came here because I thought you might actually help me, but you fucking assholes, can't you just help me!?"

Hongjoong and Seonghwa just gave their usual smirks, and grunted. The two were typically answering Wooyoung for the last half hour with nonsensical and sarcastic remarks.

"To think I came to the two of you because you would understand the situation..."

Wooyoung took a sip on his caramel macchiato as Hongjoong took care of the customers who just entered. Seonghwa, on the other hand, looked at Wooyoung.

"Hmm," Seonghwa meticulously looked at Wooyoung's face. The latter tried to avoid, holding on the table as the bar stool has no backrest at all.

"What the fuck, hyung?"

"Nah," Seonghwa smirked once again, "Hey, Hongjoong, this guy's not worried. His in love."

Wooyoung tried to refute, but couldn't say anything, as Hongjoong looked at him. When he was finished with the customers, Hongjoong went directly towards Wooyoung, and looked at him just as like what Seonghwa did.

"Tss, okay, Wooyoung... tell us, who is the stalker?"

-0-

"Meaning to say, he's your teacher?"

"Yes..."

"And he's been teaching this class every Thursday and Friday?"

"Yep..."

"He told you that your English skills are improving?"

"Uh-huh..."

"And he always greets you with a slight nod? Like good morning, hello, and whatever?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Oi, Jung Wooyoung," Hongjoong's voice became a bit raspy than earlier, "Are you telling us that this teacher is just greeting you and complimenting you, and you think he's stalking you by doing so?"

"Um..."

Hongjoong just looked at Seonghwa. The latter was controlling not to laugh, as it was indeed an absurd notion that a person will be stalking someone just because they greet and compliment you.

"If that's the logic," Seonghwa said, trying not to laugh, "Hongjoong, you're my stalker..."

That's when Seonghwa couldn't take it anymore. His laugh was heard all around the café, and Hongjoong started laughing, too. Only the miserable and annoyed Wooyoung was not happy.