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There’s something about the way Wonwoo worked that Mingyu finds interesting. The older always look so focused taking the food orders from customers and after he would turn to walk towards Mingyu’s direction, smiling as he hands him the little sheet of paper he had scribbled the dish on for him to make.
“Two burgers and one side of fries.” Wonwoo repeats the order with his sultry voice that always seem to make Mingyu’s heart warm. “You look out of it, are you still tired from new year’s?” Wonwoo asks with just a little bit of concern in his tone.
Mingyu blinks out of his thoughts and shakes his head. “Just a little bit.” He says, shooting Wonwoo a flirty wink that makes the latter laugh, nose crinkles and all.
The two work in Shining Diamonds Bar, one of the best bars in the city. Though since it’s the new year, most of the customers are probably relaxing at home and spending time with their loved ones.
Wonwoo works a waiter; it’s not the best job but it’s good pay for his university classes. Meanwhile Mingyu is training to be a chef, a lifelong goal of his ever since he was a child.
“Wow, it’s really dead out there.” Choi Seungcheol says as he examines the bar from his spot. He’s one of the founders and managers of the bar and is usually the bouncer and custodian. He’s a fun man, but he also takes his work seriously when needed. “It’s probably because it’s still the new year.”
“I don’t blame anyone for not coming in. I’d rather much be sleeping too.” That’s Yoon Jeonghan, the second founder and the head bartender of the pub. He walks over to Seungcheol, lightly jumping off the step from the bar station. “At least it’s not completely dead, we still have a few tables here and there.”
It’s not the best day in the bar, but it’s completely understandable. If anything, the workers are still just as tired from their new year's celebration as much as anyone else.
“Fine with me, less dishes to clean.” Lee Chan says as he passes them by with the dish carton. He’s one of the newest workers here; at the moment he’s a busboy but Seungcheol is training him into a waiter. The kid learns fast, so he’s in good hands.
The burgers and fries are done and Mingyu exits the kitchen to place the order on the counter, ringing the small bell as an indicator for Wonwoo. He watches as Wonwoo makes his way through the slightly empty floor and the two share a smile before the older takes the dish and Mingyu heads back to the kitchen.
“Keep your lovey dovey moments with your boyfriend out of work.” Wonwoo hears Jihoon’s prickling voice from the bar station as he cleans a glass. He works as a bartender and gets tips from customers (mainly the females) cooing over his fairy like appearance (no matter how much Jihoon detests it).
They give each other a pair of provoked cat hisses. But there’s no venom in their hisses, it’s just their thing after knowing each other for so long. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Wonwoo says and Jihoon rolls his eyes, watching Wonwoo serve the dishes and return back to the bar. “And you can’t talk because I’ve seen you with Soonyoung before.” He says and Jihoon’s flushes, the glass almost slipping out of his hands.
“I have no relationship with that idiot.” Jihoon says and Wonwoo hums triumphantly. He knows something’s going on with Jihoon and the second chef in the kitchen.
Speaking of which, Soonyoung comes out of the kitchen with a dish and rings the bell. But Wonwoo stays put, since it’s Seokmin’s call after all. Hopefully he won’t drop the dish again like last time.
Soonyoung’s eyes meet with Jihoon’s and he smiles, waving his arm in the air and Jihoon responds by rolling his eyes. “Tell Chan to get a bucket of ice for the front!” Jihoon shouts and Soonyoung gives him a thumbs up and blows him an air kiss.
“You got it, babe!”
“Don’t call me that!”
Wonwoo chuckles at the scene and he wonders if Mingyu is busy in the back. There aren’t many customers at the moment; therefore, not many orders to be called.
“Jun, I need one Infinity Eight, and Everyday Boom,” Minghao calls as he walks up to the bar and passes him the order sheet. He’s one of the waiters on the floor (initially he started in the kitchen but because he argued with Mingyu so much especially about how high the fire should be to cook pasta, so he was moved to waitering).
“In my defense, putting the stove on high won’t help the pasta cook faster, if anything it’ll just become soggy.”
“No, the higher the stove, the faster it’ll cook.”
“No, Mingyu, you’re wrong. I’m right. End of story.”
Jun smirks and takes the sheet, but not before winking at Minghao. “And I,” He sees as he leans down to the younger, “need your number and a date on the side please.” He finishes and Minghao rolls his eyes but there’s a smile on his lips.
“Just get the drinks ready,” Minghao says, “you do know how to make the drinks right?” He teases and Jun scoffs in an offended tone and Minghao laughs.
“Please,” Jun says, “this bartender with the handsome face isn’t all about just getting tips from the ladies.”
“Too bad the ladies don’t know how much of a dork you are.”
Jun blinks. “Oh my, is my little HaoHao jealous? Xu Minghao is jealous? What a new year’s miracle!” He shouts and listens to Minghao’s laughter as the latter walks off with the brightest smile on his face. Jun smiles and goes to make the drinks. The proud smile on his lips never leaves, he loves it when he’s making Minghao laugh.
Wonwoo laughs to himself as he watches the scene from his seat, eating his fries. He’s on a break, since there are no customers to wait on anyway. There’s a huge cling and clang coming from the side and he turns to see Chan walking with the bin of dirty dishes, clearly struggling but he continues to chew on his fries.
“Oh okay,” Chan breathes out, “don’t help, it’s not like I needed it anyway.” He says and Wonwoo remains unfazed as he slowly brings a piece of his fries to his mouth and chewing it like the sloth he is. Chan scoffs. “I’m quitting, I swear to Michael Jackson, I’m quitting.”
“As if you can find a better job.” Boo Seungkwan says as he leans over the counter. He’s one of the waiters but sometimes he sings on Tuney Thursdays (blame Seungcheol for the lame names).
Chan hisses at him. “I bet people would hire me over you anyday.” He says and quickly makes a run for it (whilst not trying to drop the bin of dishes) before Seungkwan could jump over the counter to teach him a lesson. Wonwoo laughs. The maknae is growing up so fast.
The bell on the front doors ring and Hansol walks in with his large coat and face stuffed into his black cap and blue scarf. Seungkwan scoffs. He’s never been fond of the boy’s poor fashion. “Hey guys,” Hansol speaks out in English. He always has a habit of switching English and Korean back and forth. “I’m here for work.”
Hansol’s the barback, the one who grabs all the beers for the waiters and bartenders, and changes and stocks the drinks when needed.
“Yo guys also, check out this awesome new song I just heard, it’s amazing.”
“Oh my god, Hansol, that song is two years old.”
“Don’t say ‘oh my god,’ Seungkwan! I don’t like it and neither would Josh hyung!”
“I heard my name,” Jisoo comes out from the back, holding a small notepad. Along with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, he’s the third and final manager who established the bar with the other two together. He’s in charge of inventory, tabs, ending catalogs, and international businesses. This man speaks four languages, when will anyone ever.
“Hansol, did you break something again?”
“What? No! Seungkwan said ‘oh my god’!”
“Even worse.” Jisoo gasps before making his way to Seungcheol and Jeonghan. The youngest of the three is usually in his office doing paperwork, so when he comes out, it’s really to scold someone with that sweet voice of his. “Alright which one of you two spend a week’s worth of money?” He eyes the both of them, froze in their place.
Sometimes Hong Jisoo can be really scary.
“Don’t look at me,” Jeonghan puts his hands up in defense. “Seungcheol is always the one buying those dumb dolls of his.”
The said man glares at Jeonghan and he says, “They’re not dolls, they’re collectibles!” Seungcheol then turns to Jisoo. “And no I didn’t spend money on them. I haven’t since I went all out during Christmas.”
Jisoo rolls his eyes at the two. “Alright, if you two didn’t, then who did?” He says and the other two shrugs, causing Jisoo to sigh. His head falls as he rubs his temples with his finger. Seriously he’s not up for this. He just wants to go back home and sleep. Work has been slow and the customers are coming and- wow, Jeonghan’s shoes are really shiny.
Wait, in fact Jisoo has never seen those beautiful pair of shoes, the kind that must be really expensive. His eyes light up and he stares at Jeonghan, noticing the faltering smile on the older’s lips. “W-what is it, Shua?”
“When did you get those shoes?” Jisoo immediately asks, no hesitation whatsoever and Seungcheol blinks back and forth before knitting his eyebrows together and tilting his head in thought at the sudden statement.
Jeonghan laughs, voice vibrating. “What are you talking about, Shua? I’ve had these shoes for a long time!” he laughs again, “Oh Hong Jisoo you can be such a kidder. Oh? There’s a customer calling me, I’ll be right there!” He tries to make an exit only to be stopped by Jisoo holding him by the back of his collar.
“No one called you.” Jisoo pulls Jeonghan back. “You’re caught red handed, Yoon Jeonghan. You know business hasn’t been well lately, how could you buy those ridiculously overpriced shoes?”
Jeonghan scoffs and crosses his arms. “The same reason why Seungcheol drank three liters of soda in two minutes during Christmas.”
“Ah,” Seungcheol hums and nods proudly, “a sense of achievement.”
Jisoo rolls his eyes. “That’s different. Three bottles of soda can’t even come close compared to those shoes.”
“It isn’t about the shoes, it’s the sense of achievement behind it!”
Jisoo sighs again. He knows there’s no any sense talking to Jeonghan sometimes. “Alright fine, but you’re going to work hard until you can repay back that money. Those shoes aren’t going to pay rent.”
“You got it, Captain Shua!”
Seungcheol pouts. “I thought I was the captain in this trio.” He says and the other two blink at him and then at each other.
“You? No, if anything you just take credit from us.”
“Oh look, he’s here again.” Minghao leans on the wall next to Mingyu as he gestures the taller to Wonwoo’s direction. He’s sipping on his soda, but he’s waiting for some tea to spill.
Mingyu’s expression immediately goes dark, seeing one of the bar’s regulars coming through the doors and greeting Wonwoo. One of them is Jeon Jungkook, he’s one of Wonwoo’s regulars, and Mingyu knows, he just knows that Jungkook has some affections for the fox eyed man.
“He’s so annoying.” Mingyu huffs as he crosses his arms and Minghao silently giggles, childishly watching the whole scene. “What does Wonwoo see in him anyway? Just because he’s handsome, funny, great at singing and dancing, doesn’t mean he’s any better than me.”
“You’re right, he’s much better than you.”
“Minghao!” Mingyu groans, though he expects a response like this from his best friend.
Minghao rolls his eyes and puts down his cup of soda. “Look, just confess to him, what’s so hard about that? Besides, Wonwoo doesn’t like him in any way, unless you count getting a shit load of tips from Jungkook. I’d like him too if I got that amount of tips.”
“No, I can’t just tell him.” Mingyu comments. “What if he doesn’t like me back? Then it’d be awkward during work.”
Minghao rolls his eyes again. “Calm down, he’s clearly only being nice to Jungkook for tips. It’s how waiters work. Now be a good little chef and get this order done for me. I forgot to tell you ten minutes ago, the customers are probably angry but that’s not my problem.”
“What? Yes it is!”
“You’re the chef, you do it.”
Sometimes Mingyu wishes he could kick Minghao’s scrawny ass back to China but then he remembers Minghao’s fighting skills and he has to burn those thoughts. He hears Wonwoo laughing at something Jungkook had said, and Minghao hears the crack in Mingyu’s heart.
“Dude, calm down, he’s only being nice for the tips.” Minghao reassures, patting on his tall friend’s shoulder before going to check on the customers. As the Chinese boy leaves, Wonwoo is walking towards Mingyu with a kitchen order and he’s giving the younger the brightest smile ever.
“A burger and fries.” Wonwoo says as he hands Mingyu the slip. He catches the chef’s wavering gaze and he knits his brows at the younger. “Is something wrong?” Wonwoo asks quietly, hoping that Mingyu isn’t too tired to function.
Mingyu blinks a couple of times and he snaps out of his thoughts when he realizes Wonwoo is just a tad bit too close in distance. “Uh, I’m fine.” He says and sees Wonwoo’s shoulder relax. “I’ll go make the order.”
Wonwoo watches as Mingyu scurries off and he shrugs, hoping Mingyu wouldn’t zone out and hurt himself. He walks over to the counter and sits by Jihoon, watching the latter wipe the wine glasses. “Was Mingyu acting weird or was it just me?”
Jihoon hums, uninterestedly. “Sure.” He says and turns around to place several glasses onto the shelf. Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “Alright, maybe I should just talk to Soonyoung then.” He comments and Jihoon turns around in the speed of light, eyes boring into Wonwoo’s smirking ones, and he dodges just in time from the bartender’s quick punch.
“Idiot.” Jihoon hisses as Wonwoo dashes off and he lets out a tired huff before returning to his bartending duties. He doesn’t get far into his job when Soonyoung shows up next to him, all bright and happy. “Can I help you with anything?” Jihoon asks disinterestedly as he puts the glasses back into the cupboards.
“Just chilling.” Soonyoung answers as he leans on the counter to watch Jihoon try his best to put the glasses on the top shelf. He chuckles. “Need any help?” He asks and Jihoon doesn’t even have time to turn around and send the other a glare when he feels a warm presence press up against him and puts the glass onto the shelf. “Looked like you needed help.”
Jihoon’s face heats up. Soonyoung is too close, way to close for comfort and all he could smell is the other’s scent of light lavender and mint.
Soonyoung blinks and leans in to the shorter. “Are you alright, Jihoon?” He asks and the said boy covers his face in a fake cough.
“I’m fine.” Jihoon hisses out and feels like he could finally breathe when Soonyoung backs up and off the bar. “Thanks for the help.” He says and the other smiles.
“No problem.” Soonyoung replies. “I’m always here to help if you need it.” He says and Jihoon doesn’t know if it’s the heat in the room or Soonyoung’s blinding smile that made his cheeks heat up even more.
“Hey, ready to go?” Mingyu asks as he meets Wonwoo in the locker room. The older is changing out of his uniform and slipping into his black jacket. It’s pretty cold outside in the middle of January, so Wonwoo always looks like a bundled up marshmallow. Mingyu sees Wonwoo quietly nod, followed by a tired yawn.
They walk home together when the bar closes for the day. It’s four in the morning and it’s freezing outside as Wonwoo would periodically bump their shoulders from time to time.
“Not that busy today either.” Wonwoo comments through the night, breath white in the air. Mingyu looks down at him and there’s a small pout on Wonwoo’s lips and he finds that so cute. “Hopefully tomorrow will be better.” He adds in and Mingyu hums. He’s fine getting a salary pay but since Wonwoo’s a waiter, no customers means no tips, and no tips mean no money.
“Hey, are you hungry?” Mingyu asks, pointing his finger to a small midnight market. “I could buy you some snacks right now, if you want.” He offers and when Wonwoo gives a hearty laugh, Mingyu’s heart lights up.
“I’m fine. I just really want to sleep.” Wonwoo answers and Mingyu hums. They spend the next few moments walking in silence, stepping on the snow that had fallen the day before. Occasionally, Mingyu eyes Wonwoo, studying the older’s features like the many times like every other night that they would walk home together.
He loves how Wonwoo’s skin matches the snow, and how pink his cheeks are in the cold. It’s a pretty sight, and Mingyu can’t stop the beating in his heart.
“So um,” Mingyu begins after a couple of minutes and Wonwoo perks up, sharp eyes staring at him curiously, “I saw Jungkook come by earlier.” He tries to hide the jealousy in his tone by muffling his mouth into his scarf.
Wonwoo hums. “Oh yeah, he comes by every day actually. Why?”
“No reason.” Mingyu immediately answers. “I just see him a lot.”
“Ah.” Wonwoo sounds out. “Yeah he’s a great kid. Gives a ton of tips too, so thank god. Most of his conversations are ridiculous, always talking about bowling. A show off, really.” He adds in with a shake of his head and his next words make Mingyu’s blood boil. “He was asking for my number the other day, and if I was free after work.”
“Did you say yes?”
“What? No, of course not. He’s not my type.”
Mingyu gulps. “Then,” He looks over at Wonwoo, “then what’s your type?”
Wonwoo hums. “I don’t know. I guess when the time comes, I’ll know.” He says, looking over at Mingyu. “I don’t have a specific taste for appearance. Anyone who makes me happy and I like being around would probably be my type.” Mingyu nods in silence, taking notes in his head.
They walk in silence for a few more minutes before arriving in front of Wonwoo’s apartment building. “Thanks for walking me home again.” Wonwoo says as he passes through the front gates. He turns around and smiles at Mingyu. “You know, if you ever get in a relationship bet you they’ll love it when you walk them home.” He jokes and Mingyu laughs along nervously. Wonwoo smiles. “Well, see you tomorrow.”
“W-Wait.” Mingyu interrupts, leaning over the gates to grab Wonwoo’s arm of his jacket. “I-I was wondering…” He starts and Wonwoo raises a brow. He watches as the younger fidgets in his place and Mingyu notices the yawn on Wonwoo’s face. He must be really tired.
“What is it?”
Mingyu retreats his arm and shakes his head. “Just wondering if you’d want a cheeseburger before work tomorrow. My treat.”
Wonwoo chuckles. “Since you insist,” he says, “you know my order.”
“With lettuce, and tomato, of course.” Mingyu says and Wonwoo smiles again.
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah, see you.”
Chan yawns as he starts to clean the next dish. It’s not easy to start work right after having class but hey it’s the typical life of a college student. Working in the bar is an okay pay for school and his supplies, he never liked using his parents’ money all the time.
“SOONYOUNG HYUNG. SOONYOUNG HYUNG.” Seokmin dashes into the kitchen as he blinks at the said chef and Chan. There’s a large smile on his face and Chan is just partially concerned. “GUESS WHAT.”
Soonyoung blinks back and forth between Chan and Seokmin. “THE PIGEON I FED THE OTHER DAY IN THE PARK CAME BACK TO ME?”
“What? No, guess something more realistic!”
There’s a small gasp from Chan as he eyes the chef in the room to see Soonyoung’s mouth drop. Silence falls into the room as Soonyoung gently places his towel onto the table and says, “don’t talk to me or my pigeon son ever again,” before exiting the kitchen through the back door with a huff. Seokmin then turns to Chan, who’s in between the sink and the dish racks, unable to escape.
“Guess, what.” Seokmin repeats.
Chan sighs. “What is it?”
“Yuju is here!”
“Yuju?”
Seokmin nods. “Yuju, the girl I like? She’s here, well with her friends, but here as a customer! I am blessed today!” He cheers and hears a ‘shut up!’ from Jihoon in the front. Seokmin stops screaming but he continues to smiles because he’s always happy (or happier) when talking about Yuju. “What should I do? Should I ask her what she’s doing on Valentine’s, or is that too desperate? She’s with her friends too, what if they think I’m weird?”
“What if you ask her what her order is first?” Wonwoo suddenly walks into the kitchen as he eyes the younger boy. “You literally ran off without taking their orders. I told her you will be out soon.” He says and Seokmin’s eyes widen before dashing out of the kitchen. Wonwoo shakes his head but smiles. “What an idiot.”
There’s a slight shuffling and Mingyu enters the kitchen from the backroom, carrying a bag of groceries. He looks to meet eye contact with Wonwoo, who smiles, and Mingyu smiles in response. “What are you doing back here?” Mingyu asks, the smile continuing to play on his face.
Wonwoo shrugs with the same bright expression. “Nothing.” He says as he leans on the counter towards Mingyu. “Just bored in the front.” There’s a playful smile on his lips that Mingyu reciprocates.
“And you’d think it’d be more interesting in here?” Mingyu jokes as he starts to unpack the groceries and takes out the tomatoes to slice. Wonwoo’s smile never leaves and lets out a soft laugh that warms Mingyu’s cheeks.
“Maybe just a bit.” Wonwoo says and Mingyu chuckles.
“Well sorry to say there’s not much to entertain you in here either, princess.” Mingyu says and suddenly the vibe in the room goes silent, even Chan stopped washing the dishes after hearing his words. “I, uh,” Wonwoo’s eyes are wide and Mingyu feels his own hands shaking. “I didn’t mean that.” He says quietly and Wonwoo blinks.
“Right.” the older of the two replies and Mingyu’s mentally trembling until he sees Wonwoo’s sudden smile. “Dang, save that for your future girlfriend.” He jokes as he playfully punches Mingyu’s shoulder and the latter couldn’t help but let out a heartbreaking laugh. “Anyway, I gotta get back. Talk to you later.”
Mingyu nods shyly, eyes not looking at the older and finally gives out a tired sigh when Wonwoo had left. “What am I like this?” He asks rhetorically and Chan shakes his head.
“You are so sad, hyung.”
When Wonwoo arrives back to the front, he’s first gestured by Minghao that it’s his turn to wait on a table, the man sitting alone all the way at the front. “I don’t feel like walking all over there.” Minghao says and laughs when Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes as he grabs a menu before heading over to the customer.
“Welcome to Shining Diamonds Bar.” Wonwoo greets as he gently slides the menu in front of the customer who looks up upon his arrival and Wonwoo couldn’t help but sudden widen his eyes at the looks of this man.
He’s incredibly handsome, probably around Wonwoo’s own age with cute brown eyes, a button nose, and a dashing smile. “Thank you.” he says with such a deep voice. Wonwoo nods and quickly walks off after handing the menu. He catches Seungkwan’s eyes who stare at him in confusion.
“Are you okay? Your face is red, hyung.”
“Him.” Wonwoo points to the man sitting in the front. “Now he’s a looker.” He adds in and feels the blush on his cheeks. “No, you have to believe me, Seungkwan.” He says when the younger rolls his eyes at this bold statement. “Fine, if you don’t believe me than go take a look for yourself.”
And so Seungkwan does; he takes a walk up to the front, steals a tiny unnoticed glance at the customer who’s busy looking at the menu, and Wonwoo can clearly see the younger’s face light as he hurries back. “Oh my god, he is cute.” He says and Wonwoo nods eagerly, the smile on his lips never leaving. “I call dibs.” Seungkwan puts a hand up that Wonwoo immediately slams back down. “Ow!”
“Back off if you know what’s good for you. I already called dibs on him.” Wonwoo hisses.
“Called who?” Minghao asks as he walks up to the two and they both point towards the front direction, explaining everything to the Chinese boy. Minghao chuckles. “Come on, he can’t be that cute.” He says as he walks out to the front and takes a stroll around the certain customer before rushing back with a hint of blush on his cheeks. ”Holy shit.” he curses under his breath. “He’s so cute .”
Wonwoo nods. “He really is.” He says with a hearty sigh and looks over to see the said customer waving him down, indicating that he’d like to order. “I’ll be right back.” Wonwoo says as he walks towards the man and taking in another sight of his glorious looks. “Are you ready to order?”
The man nods. “Yes,” he says and Wonwoo tries his hardest to concentrate on writing down the order.
“Would that be all?” Wonwoo asks and the man nods again. Wonwoo smiles. “Okay, I’ll be right out with your order soon.” He says and before he leaves he sees the title of a novel under the man’s arm and Wonwoo’s eyes widen. “I’m sorry, but is that the new book of the Seventeen series?” He asks and the man perks up.
“Yes it is!” He says as he holds up the book. It’s been one the most popular series lately and Wonwoo being the major bookworm he is, has finished reading the other two books within a week and reread both again within three days. “This is one of my favorite books.” the customer says. “I’m Kang Daniel by the way. I study at Wanna One academy as a literature major.”
Wonwoo smiles widely. “I’m also a literature major. My name’s Wonwoo and I study at Pledis University. It’s nice to meet you, oh, I should probably get your order to the kitchen already, sorry.” he says and Daniel lets out a melodious laugh.
“It’s fine, Wonwoo.” He says and the said boy totally doesn’t feel his cheeks heat up.
When Mingyu walks out of the kitchen with Wonwoo’s order, the older is nowhere to be seen, and Minghao nods his head towards a direction with the fox eyed man is having a great chat with a customer.
“Who’s that?” Mingyu asks bitterly as he (totally not angrily) rings the bell to signal Wonwoo’s order. It takes a second but Wonwoo finally leaves the man’s table to head towards him with the widest smile Mingyu as ever seen on him. “Your order is done.” Mingyu says softly.
Wonwoo nods. “Thanks, Gyu.” He simply says and Mingyu doesn’t even have time to say something as Wonwoo swiftly takes the order and heads back to the customer before continuing their hearty conversation they had put on hold.
“He’s a charmer, that one.” Minghao says about the customer. “Super handsome. Probably even as handsome as Jun.”
“That’s a bold statement.” Mingyu replies half-heartedly before hearing Wonwoo’s laughter from the distance. And it doesn’t help that all Wonwoo talked about on the way home was about the man and how they loved talking about the same novel.
Days pass and somehow this Daniel has somewhat became a regular at the bar, coming in to chat with Wonwoo about the novel and their literature classes and it totally doesn’t bother Mingyu at all (it does).
“Today we were trying to figure out who killed Sabrina.” Wonwoo says as they walk home together. “Daniel thinks it’s John. But I think it’s totally Maria. I never trusted her.” The air is as white as the snow as Wonwoo speaks. “Oh, did you know Daniel takes b-boying classes? Maybe he and Hao can get along too. He’s so cool.”
Mingyu listens as Wonwoo talks on, feeling slightly upset that the older has never spoken this much with their own conversations. He listens with hums and nods, no idea what to reply back.
“Are you alright?” Wonwoo’s question snaps Mingyu out of his thoughts. “You’re really quiet.” He stares into Mingyu’s eyes, the fox eyes that the latter admires so much.
Mingyu blinks. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He answers. “Just a little tired.”
Wonwoo smiles. “Well get some rest tonight then.” He says as he hooks their arms together for warmth. “You really don’t have to walk me home every night, you know. I know you’re tired too.” He says and Mingyu shrugs.
“I should. It’s dangerous at this time. You don’t know what could happen.”
“How charming.” Wonwoo says with a laugh that Mingyu can’t help but laugh along. It’s silence when Wonwoo’s message tone rings. “Oh? It’s from Daniel. At this hour?” He says and Mingyu clenches his teeth bitterly. He hears Wonwoo chuckle under his breath.
“What’s he saying?”
“Nothing. He’s quite the jokester.” There’s some fond in Wonwoo’s voice that always appears whenever he’s talking about Daniel. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me home.” Wonwoo says and gives the younger one of those breathtaking smiles again before walking into his building after seeing Mingyu wave him goodbye.
Mingyu mentally sighs, wondering what he can do with this heart.