colors ◇ seventeen | wonwoo

f i f t e e n

wonwoo couldn't help but watch the entrance of the coffee shop. he hadn't seen gaeul again after their last encounter. it shouldn't have been a big deal but it was. he missed her. he wouldn't tell this to her, but he missed her.

there was a chime at the entrance and a customer in, heading straight for the counter. the guy was not a regular at the shop and it was the first time wonwoo had seen him. so when asked if he was the wonwoo who was friends with gaeul, wonwoo was taken aback.

"how do you know me?" he asked, trying to remember if gaeul had mentioned any of her other friends before. he could only recall the one that worked at the art shop with her.

"i've seen you with gaeul. i was curious so i asked her about you," the guy said.

wonwoo raised his eyebrows. "what has she said about me?" he was curious as to what gaeul's real opinion of him was. despite being called friends, he couldn't tell what exactly their friendship was like.

"not much. just your name."

wonwoo looked at him curiously. "how do you know gaeul?"

"i used to be like you," he said. "we were friends. i thought maybe more than that. but then she left. she always does, apparently."