The city streets buzzed with life as the Pitbull gang set out on their adventure. The group quickly fell into a natural rhythm, each member playing off the others' energy as they explored the winding alleys and hidden gems of the city.
Their first stop was a trendy café that Ping had insisted on visiting. It had a whimsical charm, with pastel walls and hanging plants decorating the interior. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled the air, drawing them inside.
"Look at this place," Pavel exclaimed, spinning around to take it all in. "It's like something straight out of a fairy tale."
Pooh snorted. "You're just saying that because there's free Wi-Fi and cake."
Pavel shot him a cheeky grin. "Hey, don't judge my priorities."
Pon couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Despite his earlier mood, being with his friends had a way of easing his mind. He followed them inside, taking a seat by the window where sunlight streamed in warmly.
As they settled in, Ping practically jumped out of his seat to place their orders, insisting on getting the best desserts for Pon to try. Pon barely had time to protest before Ping rattled off a long list of cakes, ice creams, and specialty drinks to the baffled barista behind the counter.
"Ping, are you feeding an army?" Michael teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Only the best for my little Pon" Ping declared dramatically, winking at Pon, who blushed at the unexpected attention.
"Don't let him spoil you too much," Benz warned gently, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. "You'll end up rolling out of here."
"I think it's cute," Lee chimed in softly, his usual shyness melting away slightly in the relaxed atmosphere. "We don't often get days like this."
Pon nodded in agreement. It was true. With their packed schedules and the constant whirlwind of media attention, it wasn't often they had time to simply *be* together. It felt nice—almost normal.
As their orders arrived, the table was soon filled with an array of beautifully plated desserts: rainbow-colored macarons, a towering chocolate fondant, matcha cream puffs, and delicate slices of fruit tarts. Pon's eyes widened at the sight, and Ping beamed proudly.
"Try this one first," Ping insisted, handing Pon a spoonful of fluffy strawberry shortcake.
Pon hesitated, then took a bite. The sweetness melted in his mouth, and he couldn't help but let out a small hum of approval. "It's really good!"
"I told you!" Ping leaned back with a satisfied grin. "You need to trust me more, Pon."
"Trusting you with food is one thing," Pavel said, reaching over to steal a spoonful of Pon's dessert. "But I wouldn't trust you with my wallet."
"Hey!" Ping pouted dramatically, making everyone laugh.
As they continued sampling the desserts, the conversation flowed easily. They shared stories from past shoots, poked fun at each other's quirks, and even made plans for more adventures in the city.
But even as Pon laughed along with them, his mind still drifted to Sailub. He wondered what the alpha was doing, if he was having a good time, and—most importantly—if he was thinking about Pon too.
He glanced down at his phone, debating whether to send a quick message, when a notification popped up.
Sailub: Enjoying the sweets without me, Little One? 😏
Pon's heart skipped a beat. He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile as he quickly typed back.
Pon: Just a little... Missing you though. Are you having fun?
