vengeance | woosan

12

"oops." i said

As we reached his car, Wooyoung unlocked the door with a click, motioning for me to hop in. The interior was clean and smelled faintly of leather, a stark contrast to the cluttered chaos of the art room we had just left behind. I settled into the passenger seat, wondering if this was a conspired as date. now wanting think too much i silently scare my location to the gc and texted ' with wooyoung' before taking my phone off. it's not like i think he would kidnapped me but just want to give them an update.

As we drove through the city streets, I stole glances at Wooyoung, taking in the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with practiced ease, his eyes focused on the road ahead. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew me in despite my best efforts to keep my distance.

"So, what's the deal with this place?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us.

Wooyoung glanced over at me, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, it's a hidden gem," he replied cryptically. "You'll just have to wait and see."

We pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little café tucked away on a side street, I couldn't help but wonder if wooyoung took his other dates there.

Wooyoung led the way into the cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries enveloping us as we stepped inside. The interior was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and rustic décor lending it a charming ambiance.

As we approached the counter, Wooyoung flashed a charming smile at the barista, who greeted him warmly. "The usual, please," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

I watched with curiosity as the barista prepared Wooyoung's order, a sense of anticipation building within me. Wooyoung led me to a booth in the back corner of the café, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "Are we hiding?" I quipped, glancing around at the empty tables nearby.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and chuckled dryly. "Never that. I just like booths," he replied, sliding into the seat opposite me.

I followed suit, sinking into the plush cushions of the booth. As I glanced over the menu, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation about what Wooyoung's usual order would be. "So, what's your usual?" I asked, trying to hide my curiosity behind a casual tone.

"It's the Danish pastry here. I hope you aren't allergic to anything," Wooyoung replied, his voice smooth and confident as he met my gaze.

I nodded, relieved that there weren't any allergies to worry about. Setting the menu aside, I made a mental note to go for a classic burger, a safe choice for dinner.

"Just players," I teased with a playful grin, enjoying the easy banter between us. Wooyoung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leaned back in his seat.

"Good thing you aren't sneezing," Wooyoung added with a playful smirk, to which I responded with a dramatic fake sneeze, eliciting an eye roll from him.

Innocently, I smiled and said, "Bless me,"

"Don't have to ask twice," Wooyoung quipped, As Wooyoung leaned in, I hesitated, and my heart race. unnoticeably I held my breath, feeling conflict but remember what the team wanted. I need to suck it up and kiss him. But before our lips could meet, the waitress arrived, interrupting the moment. As we placed our orders, I let out a quiet sigh, relieved yet also disappointed by the missed chance.

"Hi, what would you like to order?" she asked politely, breaking the moment.

Wooyoung quickly composed himself, and I proceeded to inform the waitress of my order. As she jotted it down, her gaze shifted to Wooyoung, who casually requested chicken tenders and fries.