・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
The cafe buzzed with a warm, inviting energy, the chatter and clinks of cups creating a vibrant backdrop. I sat slightly apart, a cup of coffee in hand, lost in thought and the music playing through my headphones. Today was significant for me—my chance to finally meet Wooyoung and San, the owners of the cafe where I hoped to start anew. Having followed the cafe's growth and the community's respect for both, I was eager to make a good impression.
The incident with Joon had left deep scars, and moving forward wasn't just about a new job—it was about putting distance between me and a past that had spiraled out of control. Joon's obsession and refusal to accept rejection had been difficult for everyone involved. He had never understood boundaries, and his actions had ultimately led to his downfall—a truth that was painful to acknowledge, given our once close relationship.
Lost in these thoughts, I didn't notice the door open or the quiet pause that followed. It wasn't until Mingyu pointed in my direction that I realized Wooyoung and San had arrived.
Reflecting on those difficult days was painful, yet here in the bustling cafe, surrounded by warmth and chatter, it felt like a world away. Joon's obsession with Wooyoung had been all-consuming, a topic of many of our conversations that had left me feeling uncomfortable and helpless. He spoke of Wooyoung with a passion that crossed boundaries, detailing his likes, dislikes, and even his favorite K-pop group with an intensity that was unsettling.
As Joon's brother, I felt a profound sense of responsibility and guilt for not being able to intervene effectively before tragedy struck. He had spiraled beyond reach, his love morphing into something dark and destructive. Now, looking at Wooyoung, who was the epitome of happiness and contentment, my heart ached with a mixture of relief and unresolved pain. He seemed to have moved past the shadow that Joon had cast over his life, focusing on his family and business, exuding a peace that reassured me he was safe and flourishing.
"You must be Min-Soo Kang," Wooyoung had greeted me as I entered, extending a friendly hand. I responded with a slight bow, a gesture of respect and nervous anticipation, before shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, thank you for letting me try. I know I'm young," I admitted, feeling slightly self-conscious about my lack of experience.
Wooyoung's chuckle was reassuring, lightening the mood. "It's okay, we all start somewhere," he said kindly. "Would you like to follow me into my office?" His demeanor was professional yet welcoming, and I nodded, throwing a brief smile towards the pushchair where a small child—presumably his—lay peacefully.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, likely a message or call I could afford to ignore for the moment; this interview deserved my full attention. As we walked, I glanced around, absorbing the charm of the café.
