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"So?" asked Hongbin as soon as he entered the kitchen.
"So what, Hongbin?" replied Wonsik, clearly irritated, putting on his favorite apron.
"Are you going to tell us with explicit detail everything that happened on your summer vacations or are we gonna have to assume—"
"Wrongly!" added Jaehwan from the next room.
"—assume wrongly whatever happened" finished Hongbin.
"Nothing happened" Wonsik answered, defensive.
"Well... Your Twitter, Facebook and Instagram say otherwise".
Wonsik sighed. He knew this was coming. From the moment he set foot on the bakery, he knew Hongbin and Jaehwan would corner him and try to squeeze every juicy detail out of his summer vacation.
~*~
He'd planned it for months, this vacation: he and his sister going to the beach far, far away from the city, spending some quality sibling bonding time (which mostly consisted in Wonsik buying anything Jiwon would point at) but then Jiwon broke her leg playing soccer and the tickets were not refundable so Jiwon convinced him to go, alone, and take a lot of pictures so she could feel she was also there and Wonsik really didn't have anything else to do so he just went.
He went alone and met him.
They kept bumping into each other, so they decided it was for the best to go together. He was also alone, Wonsik didn’t ask why, what he did ask for was his name: Taekwoon.
They got to know the little town they were in, walking together everywhere, signing up for the silliest workshops the hotel would offer and ending up eating dinner at any random little restaurant they could find.
Taekwoon made him watch countless sunsets, dragging him to the shore and sitting just so the rising tides wouldn’t reach them. Every now and then, he’d start humming a song that Wonsik would swear he’s heard before but just when he was about to remember, Taekwoon would turn and look Wonsik in the eye and he’d just forget what he was thinking.
Wonsik took millions of pictures of the scenery, of Taekwoon, of both of them. Some he uploaded to his SNS, some he sent to his sister and some were to be treasured and never seen by anyone but him.
Wonsik didn’t realize they were running out of time until the very last night. Taekwoon told him to put on his best clothes, that he’ll be waiting for him at seven in the hotel’s lobby. Wonsik didn’t pack anything fancy but he managed with some jeans and a shirt. Taekwoon was already there, looking dashing in black slacks and a white shirt. When Wonsik approached, Taekwoon grabbed his hand and dragged him to the fanciest restaurant around.
The reservation was under the name of Mr. and Mr. Jung. Taekwoon apologized, he didn’t know Wonsik’s last name, but Wonsik didn’t mind. Not at all. The food was nice, the company was better and he wished he’d never have to leave that place, this moment, him. Specially him.
He walked Taekwoon to his room, he didn’t even realize they were holding hands until Taekwoon squeezed his and untangled their fingers. He rested his hand on Wonsik’s cheek and stroked his chin, leaning in to rest his forehead on it. Wonsik would only manage to give small pecks on Taekwoon’s hair, holding him as tight as he could.
Taekwoon had his eyes closed when he raised his head and kept them that way when Wonsik kissed him.
~*~
“That’s it?” asked Jaehwan, skeptical.
“I’m sure he’s giving us the PG version of it” Hongbin replied, Wonsik rolled his eyes, “He’s minding the little ones”.
“I am bigger than all of you, suckers” Sanghyuk, the busboy and youngest one had come in around the middle of Wonsik’s story.
“Yeah, well, you’re not getting anything else from me” Wonsik told them.
“Then we will just have to find this Taekwoon guy and ask him” said Jaehwan, “On a completely unrelated topic, did you get his number?”
“I did, I actually tried to call him—“
“Not desperate at all” added Hongbin under his breathe.
“—a couple of times but he wouldn’t answer” Wonsik sighed. “Maybe I read all of this wrong” he said more to himself than the rest, that were going around opening the bakery to the public.
“Nah, man… don’t worry too much about it…” Sanghyuk patted him on the back, “Maybe he dropped his phone in the toilet or something.” Wonsik looked at him, skeptical. “What? IT HAPPENS!”
The bell at the door chimed, announcing the first customer of the day. Wonsik sighed again and prepared himself for a busy, busy day.