You buttoned up your jacket and wrapped a scarf around your neck before venturing out into the pre-autumn air. Light wind blew through your hair as you walked down the street to your favorite cafe where your bestfriend worked. Walking inside, you smelled the pumpkin spice lattes and apple cinnamon pie. It was early evening so it wasn't very busy but the cute, dainty cafe gave off a warm, welcoming feeling nonetheless. Your bestfriend smiled as he saw you approaching the counter. "Hey, Hoseok." You said. "Hi, (y/n). Did you come to see me at the end of my shift or did you come for the usual?" He asked, raising and eyebrow. You scoffed. "I came to see my bestfriend of course, and for the usual." You mumbled near the end. He chuckled. "Coming right up, madame." He made your favorite cappuccino and you went and sat at a table to wait for his shift to be over which would only take a minute. After the short wait, Hoseok hung up his apron and joined you at the table with a slice of pie and two forks, giving one to you. "So, how was work?" You asked, taking a bite of pie. "The same as everyday. Boring, rude customers, and then you showed up and made everything better." He said. You smiled. "Aw, stop, you make me blush." You said, feigning embarrassment. "What about you? How was your day?" He asked. "The same it is eveyday. Boring, rude people, but then I came to see you and it made everything better." You said, mocking him. "Hey, don't use my lines." He said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Get over it, you baby." You said. "Well, I was going to share this pie with you, but I changed my mind." He scooted the plate closer to him. "Hey, no fair! Give it back!" You tried to stab another piece with your fork but Hoseok smacked it away with his fork. "No." "Please?" "Mm-mm." "Pretty please?" You whipped out your aegyo and looked at him. "Yah, don't you dare." He warned. "Oppa," You whined. "I thought you loved me." You set the fork down. "But I guess not." "Alright, alright, fine. Here." He put a piece of pie on his fork and fed you. "No, don't feed me! People will think we're a couple." You said giggling. You grabbed the fork from his hand and fed yourself. "What's wrong with that?" He asked, seriously. Your smiled fell a little from his sudden attitude change. "Well, nothing I guess, it's just-" "Why don't you want people to think that?" "It's just, it would be weird, because we're not a couple, we're friends." He scoffed. "Yeah, friends." "Why are you acting like this?" You asked. "Because, (y/n), I don't want to be your friend anymore." You gasped and tears threatened to form in your eyes. "What are you talking about?" You asked quietly. "What do you want then?" He leaned forward onto his elbows and looked at you. "I want to be able to feed you in public without you feeling weird. I want to hold your hand when we walk side by side. I want to scare off any guy who dares to even look at you. I want to call you sweet names and you know I mean it and I'm not playing around. I want to kiss you goodnight everynight." He grabbed your hand across the table. "(Y/n), I want you to accept my feelings. I want you to be mine." You were at a loss for words. "Hoseok, d-do you really feel that way?" "I meant every word." You smiled and looked down. "I never thought I would hear those words from you. The truth is, I only told you not to feed me because I thought you didn't like me that way and I didn't want you to feel awkward if people thought we were a couple." "If I didn't like you like that, I wouldn't have tried to feed you, pabo." He ruffled your hair. "Wait, so does this mean you accept my feelings?" He asked, hopefully. "Maybe." You said, blushing. "Well, I told you what I wanted, tell me what you want." He said. "I want to be yours." He smiled brightly then regained his composure. "Then it's settled. I am yours and you are mine." He said. "Now let's get going." You both exited the cafe and started walking aimlessly. "I've always wanted to do this." He said as he held your hand. "And I've always wanted to do this." You stood infront of him, stood on your tippy toes, and kissed him.
