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"Geez, Mom's calling me. I almost forgot about, Tyun."
Yeosang exasperated breathed as he scanned his mother's fifth message for a fraction of second of missing a call, which contains the same contents : Honey, don't forget to fetch Taehyunnie, please. I'll be home late, take care.
Which he responded with an okay emoji and a black heart. Well that's him showing on how cool he was.
"Be on your way then, I'll wait for my take out first."
San sighed as he finally composed himself and set aside the familiar clenching of his heart. He really need those fluffy sweet blue berry muffins to soothe his oozing adrenaline serotonins that perks up whenever he thinks of the incident with infamous Jung Wooyoung. At this rate, he should probably stop thinking about the purple head or he'll really lost it.
"Here's your take out, Sir. Have a nice day.", the waitress smiled as she handed the enticing smelling paperbag to San who bowed and muttered a small thanks.
"Yayy. Let's go together, Sangie.", San excitedly prompted as he shuffled from his seat, preparing his things. He thought he needed to wait for a few more minutes for his muffin so he opted to let Yeosang go home first. But since it's faster than what he have anticipated, why not grab the opportunity for a free ride.
"Pfftt, are you really gonna push through that being a third-wheeler agenda of yours, Sannie?", Mingi laughs as San send him a wink and a thumbs up.
"What about you, Gi. Aren't you gonna come with us?. Might as well pair up with me on my so called agenda, you'll get a free ride, snoop a hot gossip and be with me, and that's an honor right?".
And San ended up having his cheeks squished hard due to his insolent and sassy comment.
"Ouchie, Sangie help me. Song Mingi's jealous of my marshmallow cheeks", San cheeky complained tease after Mingi released his now about to burst cheekies. And Mingi just stuck out his tongue, what his friend stated was true, but he didn't not need to call him out. Geez.
"You deserve it, Sweetie", Yeosang deadpanned, actually used on listening to his drama queen friends unnecessary bickering so he supposed why should he give a fuck.
And he can also feel his chest throb in anticipation ... and he can't help but be flustered. San's younger cousin is about to fetch him, but he feel his anxiety climbing up the drain, cause whether he like to admit it or not, he's freakin nervous.
He tried fixing his messy hair, his not even crumpled collar and thoroughly check if he have a dirt on his face using the reflection from his phone. He needs to look presentable, or else ... Shit, I can do this ... it's just a ride Kang Yeosang ... no more, no less, so please kill delusional idiocity.
"Sangie, why can't you just tell Jongho-ya that you lov- aww ...", San pouted as he feel his nape receiving a painful blow.
Unfortunately, Yeosang did not give a half-ass smack. And Mingi snickered, earning a death glare from San and also an unexpected slap on his back which made San wheezed. Atleast he was not alone in dealing with the pain.
"Shut the fuck up, you two. You're not helping at all, okay. So please", Yeosang heaved a sigh as he put on his backpack and slowly trudge to the exit of the cafe.
