Why me? >Woosan<

8

The next few weeks blurred together.

Wooyoung and San texted every day, quick messages squeezed between rehearsals, short calls late at night when San could sneak away for a few quiet minutes.

But it wasn't the same.

Wooyoung missed him.

Missed the warmth of San's laugh in person. Missed the way San looked at him like he was the only one in the room.

When they finally managed to meet again, two weeks had passed.

They chose the small café Wooyoung used to visit with his mom. It felt safe there, tucked away in a quiet corner far from the windows.

They ordered their drinks, and San immediately started talking about the tour.

His whole face lit up as he spoke. His hands moved as he described the stage designs, the outfits, the new choreography.

Wooyoung barely said a word.

He just watched him.

San's excitement was contagious. And those dimples. God.

Wooyoung already knew he was going to miss him more than he wanted to admit.

Wooyoung sat facing the entrance. When the door opened, a group of high school girls walked in, laughing loudly.

One of them glanced toward their table.

Then leaned close to whisper to her friend.

The second girl looked over too.

Wooyoung's stomach dropped.

"San," he murmured, leaning forward slightly. "Maybe we should go."

San looked up. "Why?"

"There's a group of girls," Wooyoung whispered. "I think they recognize you."

San shrugged, far too calm.

"Then we just say they're mistaken."

"San."

Wooyoung's voice came out sharper than he intended.

"I don't want you getting in trouble."

San studied him for a moment.

Then sighed.

"Okay. Is there a back way?"

"The emergency door."

"Perfect."

San stood and reached for Wooyoung's hand.

"Come on."

They slipped quietly out the back.

The door shut behind them with a soft click, and suddenly the noise of the café disappeared.

They stood in a narrow alley, the evening air cool and quiet around them.

Wooyoung leaned back against the wall.

Their hands were still laced together.

"What now?" Wooyoung asked.

But his voice wavered.

San stepped closer.

Closer than Wooyoung realized.

Heat radiated from him, warm against Wooyoung's skin.

If Wooyoung leaned forward

The thought hit him all at once.

I want to kiss him.

Wooyoung's eyes fluttered shut.

"San."