black cat | woosan ✔

27

LONG CHAPTER AHEAD

Wooyoung and San stepped into the café, instantly enveloped by its warm ambiance. The cozy space was decorated in dark oranges, browns, and beiges, adorned with adorable black accents that perfectly captured the essence of fall. Flickering candles on the tables and soft music playing in the background added to the inviting atmosphere.

"Wow, this place is perfect," Wooyoung said, glancing around with a satisfied grin. "It really captures the season, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," San agreed, admiring the charming decor. They approached the counter, where the barista greeted them with a warm smile.

"I'll have a hot chocolate, please! With extra whipped cream." Wooyoung said eagerly, practically bouncing on his feet.

San chuckled. "And I'll just get a mocha, thanks."

Once they had their drinks, they settled at a cozy table by the window. The sun streamed in, casting a warm glow over their drinks and creating a perfect fall atmosphere. Wooyoung took a sip of his hot chocolate, a blissful expression spreading across his face.

"This is amazing!" he exclaimed, grinning like a child who had just been handed their favorite toy. "I could drink this all day!"

San smiled, enjoying Wooyoung's enthusiasm. "Seems like I now know what kind of guy you are."

As they chatted, the conversation flowed easily between them. They talked about everything from their classes to their favorite fall activities, with laughter punctuating their words. Wooyoung's energy was infectious, and San felt himself relax, enjoying the lightheartedness of their time together.

"Hey, can you take pictures of me?" Wooyoung suddenly asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wanna post shit."

"Sure," San replied, suppressing a laugh.

Wooyong pulled his phone out and warned San, "But you better not make me look bad."

San rolled his eyes playfully. "Whatever. Just trust me."

San took his phone and began snapping pictures of Wooyoung—holy fuck. With each click, he became increasingly aware of just how stunning Wooyoung was. The way his blonde bangs framed his face, contrasting beautifully with the long, dark strands, made his features stand out even more.

"Damn, Wooyoung, you really know how to work the camera," San said, his voice laced with genuine admiration. He kept clicking away, capturing every angle of Wooyoung's bright smile and playful poses.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung leaned over, eager to see the pictures. "I wanna see!" he exclaimed, reaching for the phone. San handed it over, and Wooyoung's eyes lit up as he scrolled through the photos.

"Oh wow, these are amazing!" he laughed, his face lighting up with joy. "I'm so pretty, damn."

"Sadly, I gotta agree with that." San said, unable to hide his smile.

"Okay, your turn!" Wooyoung said suddenly, holding out the phone. "I wanna take some of you!"

San hesitated, rolling his eyes again. "Why do I need pictures? I'm just sitting here."

"No, you have to! We'll be equal then. Trust me, you'll thank me later," Wooyoung insisted, his excitement infectious. San finally relented and handed over the phone.

Wooyoung adjusted the angle, focusing on San's face. As he looked through the camera, he couldn't help but admire San's features. The way his jawline was chiseled like it could slice flawlessly through an apple, the slight curve of his lips, and his bare face, free of any distractions—San looked effortlessly attractive. Wooyoung almost dropped the phone, feeling an unexpected flutter in his chest.