NEXT WEEK came by flying. The café was quiet, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups filling the space. Seokmin and Jisoo sat at their usual table by the window, a half-eaten slice of strawberry shortcake between them.
Seokmin was fidgeting-shifting in his seat, tapping his fingers on the table, and glancing around nervously. It was enough to make Jisoo finally snap.
"Is there something you want to say, Seokmin?" Jisoo asked, his tone sharper than usual. His usually warm expression was tinged with frustration, his patience clearly fraying.
Seokmin froze, caught like a deer in headlights. His hand hovered over the pocket where the ring box sat, the weight of it feeling heavier than ever. "I, uh... I just wanted to say that..." He swallowed hard, avoiding Jisoo's piercing gaze. "I love you."
Jisoo blinked, waiting expectantly for more. But as the seconds dragged on and Seokmin said nothing else, his shoulders sagged in defeat.
"That's it?" Jisoo asked, setting his fork down with a sigh.
"I mean... isn't that enough?" Seokmin replied weakly, wincing as soon as the words left his mouth.
Jisoo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Seokmin, you've been acting weird all month. Fidgeting, over-planning, looking like you're about to pass out every time you talk to me. Are you..." He paused, his brow furrowing as he studied Seokmin's guilty expression. "Are you hiding something? Or you want to say something?"
Seokmin panicked, his mind racing for an excuse. "No! Nothing! I'm just-uh-thinking about... taxes?"
"Taxes?" Jisoo repeated, deadpan.
"Yes! Very stressful this time of year!" Seokmin blurted, laughing nervously.
Jisoo sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Never mind," he muttered, picking up his fork again. His movements were slower now, his disappointment evident in every small gesture.
Seokmin watched him in silence, the guilt twisting in his chest like a knife. He knows something's up. Why can't I just do it?
Jisoo didn't even look up from his cake as he added, almost to himself, "If you're not ready to tell me, that's fine. But I hope you figure it out soon, Seokmin. Whatever it is."
Seokmin swallowed hard, his hand brushing the ring box in his pocket as he whispered under his breath, "Next time. I promise."
But Jisoo, clearly done waiting, only hummed noncommittally as he stabbed another piece of cake.
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BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF
FanfictionSEQUEL OF MANIAC "I just wanted to protect you..... But the biggest threat was me only...." "I will wait Seokmin... If you are willing to grow.." "I don't deserve you Bluebell.." "Yes.. You don't.. But... You will." Top Seokmin Bottom Jisoo
