“He’s here again…” Yunho whispered, his eyes staring at a tall male as he entered the cafe.
“Who?”
“Him.”
Wooyoung looked up from the coffee he was making, quickly looking back down as soon as he saw the male’s outfit. Nudging Yunho, he refused to go to the counter.
“It’s your day to deal with the customers. I don’t want to, it’s tiring when they become troublesome,” Yunho rejected, standing firmly at his spot.
“I’m making coffee,” Wooyoung deadpanned.
“Fine.”
He didn’t dare to look up as the male ordered his coffee, only diverting his attention from the drink he was making when the customer took a seat.
They had spoken a lot before, and they had had many amicable conversations with each other. They knew each other well, in a way, but yet, they seemed like total strangers.
Wooyoung didn’t know his name, for starters, and wasn’t sure if the man knew his name either way.
He didn’t know what this man looked like, because he always came dressed in a full black outfit, complete with a black cap and a black mask.
Today, however, he was dressed in a white shirt, with a black vest, black pants and a long, elegant black suit jacket. His hair was slick back with gel and Wooyoung couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
He was hot.
Like, hot.
The man looked up to see Wooyoung staring at him, a smirk slowly forming on his face. Wooyoung quickly looked back down, embarrassed to have been caught staring at him.
Yunho popped up from behind him, placing a piece of paper in front of him. Wooyoung picked it up, confused at the order.
“What did that dude order, even? What is ‘W’?” he asked, looking at the other items in the order.
“He asked for your favourite drink, so I just put down ‘W’ for your name and charged him $7 since it’s the average price of our drinks,” Yunho explained.
“My favourite drink? He really asked for that?” Wooyoung asked, sceptical.
“Yep, so just make him something. I know you don’t like any of the drinks here.”
Wooyoung nodded, going to get a glass cup from the cupboard. He made a simple smoothie of mango and avocado which he poured into the cup before adding a straw.
Yunho raised his eyebrow looking at it, almost about to burst into laughter. He knew that Wooyoung didn’t like avocados at all.
Wooyoung put a finger on his lips, taking the blueberry muffin and smoothie to the man. “Here you go, Sir,” he said, setting the items down on his table.
“Thank you,” his familiar deep voice came, Wooyoung smiling in return. His customer service smile was a polite one, just enough to make himself seem like he wasn’t about to kill someone.
Wooyoung walked back to behind the counter, taking a cloth to clean the countertop. “Hey, Woo, doesn’t he come everyday? He just comes and sits here, staring at both of us. I think he started doing that about 2 months ago?”
“Yeah, I’ve talked to him before. He’s a really nice guy, but I’ve never seen how he looks before, until today,” Wooyoung said, smiling a little.
“He seems to like you a lot,” Yunho noted, looking at him.
“I’m pretty sure he does. I didn’t want to serve him because the last time he was here, he started talking about dating me,” Wooyoung laughed. “That was kinda creepy but funny, to be honest.”
“He seems rich. You could use a sugar daddy, Woo. You need one.”
Yunho took a cloth from the counter, pulling Wooyoung out. They walked to a table together, cleaning it as they talked.
“You’re pregnant, your father is in the hospital, you need the money, Woo. This job doesn’t pay enough to pay for your father’s medical bills. Dialysis 4 times a week. That’s super costly,” Yunho yapped. “Secondly, you’re pregnant. You’ll need to pay for appointments, and then after you have your child you’ll need to take care of it too. You need money.”
“And I’ll figure out a way to get the money. I’ll be fine, Yun.”
“Jung Wooyoung. You have literally no one by your side now. Apart from me, and Hongjoong hyung, there is no one that knows of your situation.”
“Okay, maybe, Seonghwa hyung will be on your side too, but he’s just merely Hongjoong hyung’s fiance. You need some form of support, Woo.”
“Fine, I’ll figure out something,” Wooyoung sighed. Yunho walked back to the counter, but was stopped by the man in black.
“Hey, I have an offer for you,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper. Wooyoung stared down at it, sceptical.
“What’s up? I’ve already said that I’m not interested in dating you, I don’t have time for that right now, just in case you forgot.”
The man flipped the piece of paper over, revealing the contents of it. Wooyoung’s jaw dropped as he read through it, his eyes widening by the second.
Wooyoung gasped, barely able to speak out of shock.
“Marry me, Jung Wooyoung.”
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fate || woosan
Fanfiction"It was me. I'm the one that put you in this position." "I don't deserve to be forgiven." how would they have known that fate would play such a big role in their lives? how would they have possibly known? fate || woosan
