honey. woosan

i

san still waits in the hushed café, his honey tea finished and his wrist held in front of him as he checks his watch waiting for the beloved someone to end their shift.

his heart races when he sees three baristas take their apron off, and hang them on their racks. two short young women and a man with blond hair.

he picks up the slip of paper again, slowly unfolding it and staring at the paper again. he can't help but repeat the name written on the paper.

"woo.." he gushes.

"wooyoung, that it."

san looks up to see a polite, young man standing in front of him. the blond boy. san stares with wide eyes at the man that stands in front of him.

"i'm wooyoung, jung wooyoung," the blond stutters softly. wooyoung's hand cling to the neck of his sweater awkwardly. "i wrote the note."

san smiles. "oh, well, i'm choi san."

"san.." wooyoung repeats softly, "that's a pretty name."

"not as pretty as you though," san says, smiling when he sees wooyoung tense and a blush mantles his face. he laughs quietly and wooyoung does as well.

the blond sits down beside san, his eyes avoiding san's. he didn't wait to be disrespectful by staring at the boy, this was his first impression.

"wooyoung." san pipes up after moments of silence. "can i have your number? i need to leave soon."

"oh, yes," wooyoung smiles, pulling his phone from his jean pocket. he opens his phone and recites his phone number to san, who steals a pen from the few on the table to write it on the slip of paper.

san folds the paper back up and puts it into his pocket, and smiles at wooyoung.

"you know, i expected a woman to meet me," san says as he pinches wooyoung's cheek. "but you're a lot cuter."

wooyoung doesn't respond, only turns a darker shade of pink. san chuckles when the boy does, and lets go of his cheek.

"i'll be going then," san says as he stands up from his chair, tucking it back under the table. "it was nice to meet you, wooyoung."

wooyoung only smiles, still lost in trance. his heart raced continuously as san's fingers pinched his face. it was like he was touched by an angel.

before san is out of the door, wooyoung stands up frantically. "wait! how am i suppose to know when you call me?"

"just answer the random numbers that call you," san says, halfway outside of the door. "i'm sure to be one of them."

and like that, the angel is gone. wooyoung touches his cheek again, and smiles. his voice was soft ad sweet, and he looked like a model. wooyoung was excitedto talk to san more.

before wooyoung officially leaves, he picks up the cup san left, seeing a 5 dollar bill and some change to pay.

he sees an extra 5 bill under the other, with a bit of ripped napkin and pen written over the surface that accompanies it:

"and $5 extra for the barista that goes by woo."

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author's note:
hello hello! ♡
i'm quite busy with school and i'm very sorry for that! updates might not be as frequent as you want to be, but i'll try to update whenever i can!
love you lots!

- honeyjoongs