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Wooyoung made sure the bouquet looked perfect before he sauntered over to San.

"This is only payback for the macarons." He stated as he gave San the flowers, comforting warmth flooding his body as San laughed quietly.

"It's beautiful, thank you." Wooyoung felt his face flare with heat, and he looked away from San in hopes it would go unnoticed.

"T-thanks... Your macarons are pretty good too." Wooyoung cursed himself for stuttering. He didn't know what was going on with him, but he almost didn't want it to stop.

Now when he was with San, Mia was the furthest thing from his mind.

He could only think about how perfectly blond hair suited San. Or how he had the most adorable dimples. Or how his eye makeup made him look ethereal.

All he could think of was Choi San.

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