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(♡ 𝒮𝑜𝑜𝒷𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓋♡)

The morning chill still clung to the air as I hurried, pulling on my favorite worn jacket. I'd woken up with a burst of energy, eager to see Yeonjun. After a quick glance in the mirror, I dashed out, making my way to the familiar warmth of the corner cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled the air as I stepped inside, scanning the tables until I spotted him.

Yeonjun sat by the window, bathed in soft sunlight, a book open in front of him. A smile tugged at my lips. I crept up behind him, my footsteps muffled by the gentle cafe chatter, and gently covered his eyes. "Guess who!" I whispered, a playful lilt in my voice.

He flinched slightly, a momentary surprise, but then a warm smile spread across his face. "Soobin,"he said, his voice a soft murmur, reaching up to gently pull my hands away. He turned in his chair, his eyes sparkling. "Hi!"

"Hi!" I replied, a small giggle escaping me. He looked so genuinely happy to see me.

Yeonjun let out a soft laugh, the sound a comforting melody, and stood up, pulling me into a warm hug. "I'm glad you came," he murmured, his voice muffled against my shoulder. "I was hoping you would."

I hugged him back tightly, a sense of content washing over me. "Me too," I whispered. "I wouldn't miss it."

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We settled into our seats, the aroma of our ordered food – a steaming plate of tteokbokki for Yeonjun and a warm pastry and latte for me – filling the air. Light conversation flowed easily between us, a comfortable mix of playful banter and shared thoughts. As I talked with yeonjun I noticed that whenever I went to touch his hand he would slowly pull away and shift in his seat, so I took some notes and remembered not to touch him

There's something I noticed about yeonjun that people probably don't know but it looks like he lost his spark in his eyes, he was telling me on how he  used to be a big foodie and would love to eat but shouldn't looking back at that make him happy?

When he spoke of things he once loved, his smiles felt manufactured, his eyes lacked the telltale crinkles, and his laughter sounded like a wounded echo. I pushed the matter to the side since I didn't know if I was right and didn't want to make him uncomfortable by saying something .

A couple of minutes passed and we finished eating and I paid the bill before yeonjun could react. "Wait, I wanted to," he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. I smiled, understanding his gesture. "I know," I said softly, "but let me this time. It's okay." I said with a soft smile. yeonjun just looked at me with a pout on his face until we got up to go.

The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves as Yeonjun and I strolled along the park path.

they had just left a cozy, dimly lit cafe, the lingering scent of roasted coffee beans still clinging to their clothes.

"Soobin," Yeonjun called out, his voice a soft murmur in the tranquil atmosphere, turning his head to look at me. His eyes, usually bright and playful, held a flicker of curiosity.

"Hmm?" Soobin mumbled, his gaze drifting towards Yeonjun, only to find him already staring. A faint blush warmed my cheeks. He wasn't accustomed to such direct attention.

"How did you know about this cafe?" Yeonjun asked, a certain interest sparking in his tone. He gestured vaguely towards the direction they'd come from, as if the cafe's very existence was a fascinating enigma.

"Well, I sometimes come here with my friends and stuff," I replied, shrugging slightly. "But I'm usually not around. I prefer being inside, you know?" I trailed off, a hint of awkwardness creeping into my voice. He knew he wasn't the most social person.

Yeonjun looked at me with a mix of amusement and something i couldn't quite decipher. He then looked down, his fingers fiddling with the frayed edge of his jacket sleeve. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

Yeonjun paused, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before a faint smile touched his lips, a subtle curve that hinted at a shared understanding. "I don't really like the outdoors either," he confessed, his voice soft, almost hesitant. "It feels... too much sometimes. Like there's too much going on in one place, that's why i'm mostly out at night." he said while putting his hands in his pocket. he took a deep breath and we walked with a comfortable silence settling between us. 

˜"*°• ⋆✮𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇✮⋆ •°*"˜

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