What happens when 8 strangers meet one another through their phones and eventually meet in real life?
Will be a sweet romance and wholesome friendship story. There will be no smut within this story.
The main ship will be Woosan since I love them (I...
After his workout, San came running back to the apartment because he noticed he only had 30 more minutes to get ready for the day. He still had to take a shower and eat some food before they went to pick up Yeosang and Wooyoung.
Pushing the buttons for the code to get into their apartment, he swung the door open after he heard the melody ring. Almost stumbling on the shoes in the doorway, he skuttled towards his room.
In the moments he had, he noticed Jongho was already ready, sitting in the same exact spot he left him in. This time, though, he was scrolling on his phone with a grin on his face. He's probably watching reels, San thought.
He only had a simple light blue button-up shirt with black jeans on, his black hair falling on his forehead. San took into consideration what he was wearing to see if he could match with him.
(Author: This is what he's wearing to the festival)
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He didn't see Yunho, though, so that meant he was still getting ready, and he had time to eat and take a shower.
Deciding for two minutes that he was better off taking a shower first and getting ready he walked towards his room.
Closing the door behind him, San walked into his separate bathroom and turned on the hot water. He leisurely took his clothes off, looking at himself in the mirror, knowing that his workout today made him look good.
Stepping into the hot shower, he cleaned himself up. He didn't want to take a long shower for the fear of time slipping away from him. So once he was done and knew for sure that he wasn't sweaty anymore, he stepped out, turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Just from the short minutes he was in the shower, the heat had already turned his bathroom into a sauna. The mirrors fogged up so he couldn't see himself and the steam rippling out through the glass doors.
Wanting to breathe non hot air, he opened the sliding door to his room, walking out into the air-conditioned space.
He padded over to his closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Although he knew he was just going to wear black clothing again. It was the only color of clothing he ever bought, except for some white and brown tones.
Today was supposed to be a really nice day with the sun out. However, since it was beginning to become autumn, it was definitely colder outside.
Shuffling through the shirts hanging up, he grabbed his black and white Adidas sweatshirt with black jeans.
Looking at the outfit laid out on his bed, he decided against the Adidas sweatshirt grabbing a black tee with one of his puffier sweatshirts.
(Author: This is what he's wearing to the festival)
