𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 - 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✓

24 ꜱᴏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ

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Wooyoung walked along the street with a smile. It was an ordinary weekday. He had to go to university, the weather was overcast as usual and the sun hadn't shown its face for days. And yet, Wooyoung felt like he was in heaven. He looked to his left and glanced at the person walking next to him. The person holding his hand. The person who had slightly flushed cheeks and whose eyelashes shone in the light.

"Are you okay?" San asked, after he had caught Wooyoung staring again. Wooyoung couldn't hide his grin and turned to the side. "I'm just happy that we're finally together." San stopped and squeezed his hand lightly. "I know, I know," Wooyoung mumbled, now that he was able to place San's gaze accurately. "We're taking it slow," he added. He knew that San still needed time to trust him completely, but Wooyoung would do anything to show him that he was the one for him.

San nudged Wooyoung when he noticed his thoughtful look. "Hey, I'm glad we're finally together too," he added to cheer Wooyoung up. Wooyoung smiled again. "I have a present for you, by the way." San's soft eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows peeked out from under his beanie. "I'll give it to you later." Wooyoung teased him and started to giggle. With a tug, he pulled San along. "Now come on or you'll be late for work." San shook his head in amusement as Wooyoung pulled him across the street.

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They only came to a halt in front of the café. Wooyoung wanted to let go of San's hand and say goodbye to him, but San had other plans and pulled Wooyoung into the café with him. Surprised, Wooyoung looked at their still intertwined fingers as San pulled him towards the counter. The few customers sitting in the café and looking at them didn't even matter.

Behind the counter stood a guy with short dark hair and the friendliest smile Wooyoung had ever seen. He looked questioningly at San, who pointed at the strange guy who was now looking at them both attentively. "Let me introduce you," San began. "My best friend Seonghwa."

Wooyoung remembered how San had mentioned him when he had talked about how they had opened the café together. Seonghwa held out his hand to Wooyoung. "Nice to finally meet you Wooyoung," he said and his eyes, which were already shining, lit up a little more.

"You know my name?" Wooyoung asked, puzzled, and glanced at San. Seonghwa shrugged with a smile and smoothed his apron. "Well, as often as you were here, it was unavoidable not to know your name. Besides, San talks about you all the time." Wooyoung's heart skipped a beat. San looked at Seonghwa admonishingly.

"Anyway, now you've met, you can go," San said in a sweet tone and wanted to push Wooyoung away, but Wooyoung stayed put. "And what does he always talk about?" he asked in Seonghwa's direction with a sly grin. San gave Seonghwa a deadly look. "I think I'd better be quiet now," Seonghwa said, overwhelmed.

Wooyoung leaned back and made a pout. "How boring." he muttered. San looked from Seonghwa to Wooyoung and poked him in the side. Wooyoung squeaked and took a step to the side. He wobbled and lost his balance, but San grabbed his arm at the right moment and pulled him back.

Wooyoung drew in a sharp breath as his face stopped right in front of San's face. His eyes sank into San's gaze and a flash went through him as he realized once again how much he liked San. Seonghwa, who had been watching the whole scenario, turned away with a grin, unable to look at their amorous looks any longer.

Wooyoung swallowed and felt powerless to get away from San. The corners of San's mouth lifted slightly and the dimples that enchanted Wooyoung appeared. Wooyoung's knees went weak. San seemed to feel the same, because suddenly he leaned forward and in the blink of an eye, Wooyoung felt San's lips on his.

It was so fleeting that Wooyoung briefly thought he had imagined it, but the slight blush on San's cheeks told him otherwise. Had San really just kissed him? Here in front of everyone?