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taeyong was walking along the corridor to the cafeteria, but a specific someone kept disturbing his thoughts.
kim doyoung.
the concerned tone of the younger made taeyong wonder why doyoung was even caring for him.
as far as he knows, no one cares for him in the whole world.
he chuckled bitterly and entered the bustling area with the delicious but familiar smells of pizza, burger, french fries and whatnot.
the boy made his way onto his permanent place.
the table located at the end of the big room, hidden away from everyone.
he sat down, but made no effort to get up and buy food.
yes he had money, but still.....
the boy laid his head down on the cold surface, hoping that his splitting headache will go away but a familiar sound making his way into his ears made him snap his head up.
doyoung and three other students made their way onto a table.
taeyong could see everything.
the boy with his eyebrows shaped as a seagull tried to put his hand around doyoung's shoulder, but was too short to do it so. he had to tiptoe.
doyoung only laughed.
and taeyong could only stare at him.
his hair bouncing, head thrown back and a gummy smile that made many students smile unconsciously without even knowing the situation.
cute.
he found him cute.
he quickly averted his eyes when doyoung started looking around, afraid that he would catch him staring.
thankfully, nothing happened.
after a few more minutes of staring at the very "interesting" while wall beside him, he got up to go back his next class when a presence beside him stopped him.
doyoung sat beside him.
"hi taeyong. have you eaten?"
taeyong froze when hushed whispers could be heard around the whole cafeteria.
"did he seriously just talk with lee taeyong?" . . . . . . "forget about talking. he sat with him." . . . . . . "ooh. he's in big trouble."
