San swung his feet back and forth as he sat on the cold bench, listening to a song to pass the time.

At the current moment said boy was simply waiting in a school hallway for his boyfriend's dance practice to be over. Wooyoung had promised to go grab snacks with San as soon as the meeting ended, and thus San decided to come a bit early and wait nearby.

The waiting proved to be quite agonizing, with every minute seeming like an hour as he restlessly checked the time on his phone.

San was too caught up in staring at the clock to notice a pattering of light footsteps approach him, coming to stop in front of him.

"Um... do you mind if I sit here?" came the pleasant voice of a girl, causing San to snap out of his thoughts.

"Nah, it's fine," he said, not bothering to look up just yet. He only saw the vague figure of the girl taking a seat next to him on the bench, crossing her legs idly.

San felt his brain stall for a moment. Something about her felt strangely familiar, just in her movement and voice... yet San had no idea what it was.

As soon as he glanced up he found himself making direct eye contact with her, much to his surprise. She seemed to stare at him, glancing over his features in a similar confusion.

A cold feeling instantly washed over him as he recognized her.

"Doyeon?" he muttered, seeing a similar look of realization wash over the girl's face.

"Fuck, San??" she said, the air in the room instantly becoming thick with tension.

San felt himself cringing internally. He had no idea how to face her, especially not after his confusing rejection and years spent apart.

San figured memories would be flooding her brain as well. As most of his friends would know, Kim Doyeon was the poor soul who had been unlucky enough to have a crush on Choi San in middle school. Much to her misfortune, a tragic, conflicting two entire weeks of dating led to San dumping her via a series of confusing and vague text messages.

San wanted to crawl into a hole and die at that moment. His feelings of regret and awkwardness were only magnified by the sight of the girl now sitting across from him turning her gaze towards the floor.

"It's, uh... been a while," she brought herself to say, still not willing to make eye contact with him. This certainly didn't make San feel like less of an ass.

"Aha, yeah, it has..." he returned, internally screaming at how hesitant his voice came out.

"You go to this school now?" she continued, her subtle efforts to break the tension with small talk beginning to work.

"Yeah, I do. Didn't you move somewhere over north?" San recalled the tidbit of information from their chats back in the day.

She nodded. "I did, I go to the school up there. I'm just here to wait for my sister to get out of her club," she explained, gesturing vaguely in the direction down the hallway.

"That makes two of us waiting for someone in a club then. What club is she in?" San inquired. The air was beginning to feel considerably less awkward, and he now gathered the nerve to actually look at her when speaking.

"She's in the baking club. You know my sister, right?" Doyeon asked casually, San wracking his mind for any memory from his time spent at their house.

"A little bit? I think I only met her like once," San said, only remembering the vague presence of a sister figure.

Doyeon gave him a confused look. "Huh? But she says she knows you though," she said, now causing San to raise an eyebrow.

"Eh, whatever. I probably misheard," Doyeon dismissed, a small smile returning to her face. "So how have you been?"

San blinked, a bit surprised at the change of topic.
"I'm pretty good... how about you?" he asked, genuinely hoping for a positive response.

She pursed her lips. "I'm fine. Didn't get over the... thing for a while but since then I've been good!" she responded, trying to end on a cheerful note. San felt a guilt flooding within him.

"God I am so sorry, I was such an asshole back then," he began rambling, seeing an amused grin begin to grace her expression. "I mean like... I still might be one, but..." he trailed off, noticing her change in attitude.

"It's fine, it's been ages. An explanation would still have been nice, though," she said in an obviously joking tone, a smile forming on San's face as well.

The real reason nagged at San's mind, although he knew he'd never say it out loud. He preferred to keep the topic light at the moment, unburdened by the sad truth.

"I'm still really sorry," San insisted, "I figured you'd hate me after that."

She gently placed a hand on San's shoulder, as if consoling him. "How could I hate someone so cute?" she spoke before laughing. "No, I definitely did for a while, but I got tired of being upset."

"Uhh..." the sound of a deeper voice from behind him grabbed San's attention, causing the boy to whip his head around.

His gaze quickly took in the sight of Wooyoung, who stood in some casual practice clothes with his slightly damp hair slicked back. San could've stared at him for hours, but it simply just wasn't the time.

"Woo," San greeted in a blatantly happy tone, not quite noticing the way his boyfriend's gaze lingered at Doyeon's hand gripping his shoulder.

Wooyoung silently padded over towards the pair, taking a seat next to San on the bench. He gave San a look that proved to be completely unreadable, although it certainly wasn't too positive.

"Who's this?" Doyeon was first to ask, out of mere curiosity. She too didn't quite catch the boy's strange expression.

San felt an internal battle break out between telling her the entire truth or staying closeted to her. After weighing his options, he chose what he figured would have the best outcome.

"This is my boyfriend," San spoke after gathering his nerves. He gave a somewhat apprehensive glance towards the other boy, as if to gauge his feelings.

Wooyoung's expression shifted to one of smugness. San had no idea what had caused the change.

"Hi. I'm Wooyoung," the younger now spoke, an new air of confidence surrounding him as he gave a small wave.
Doyeon only blinked, looking back and forth between the two.

"Boyfriend...?" she repeated, seeing a curt nod from San in response. She seemed to push her thoughts aside. "I'm Doyeon," she introduced herself, giving Wooyoung a warm smile.

"How do you two know each other?" Wooyoung inquired, both out of curiosity and sensing something was amiss.

Wooyoung caught the look that was shared between San and Doyeon at that moment.

"She's, um... my ex-girlfriend," San admitted, seeing a sheepish smile form on Doyeon's face as well.

Wooyoung seemed to tense up at that answer. "Ah, okay," came the whole response.

San felt something a bit off about Wooyoung's behavior, and decided it best to change the topic.

San placed a hand over Wooyoung's, gently intertwining their fingers. "Woo, your practice is over, right?" he brought up, noting how the other became a bit distracted at the action.

"Yeah... I'm here, aren't I?" The boy replied nonchalantly, despite fumbling to turn his hand over and squeeze San's tightly.

"That means cooking club should be out soon, thank god," Doyeon commented, reminding San as to the reason why she was even there.

The sound of a door swinging open grabbed the trio's attention.

"Hey Wooyoung, since you're still here can you help me put up these chairs?" said a male voice from the opening door.

All were greeted with the view of Seonghwa, leaning his head out of the door as to peek into the hall.

"Hey Hwa," San greeted, waving. Seonghwa happily greeted him back, ignoring the groaning Wooyoung's protests as he stood and trudged back over to the music room.

Once the door shut softly, San found all of his attention taken by Doyeon once more.

She sat silently, as if planning out her next words.

"San, you like guys?" she questioned sincerely, not a trace of judgement found in her gaze. Something in the way she asked made San feel as if he could trust her.

"Yeah. I only like guys, for the record," he clarified, feeling as if she understood what he was implying.

"Thought so. I think I get it now," she confirmed, a smug smile working its way onto her face.
"He's pretty cute," she added, glancing in the direction Wooyoung had just left.

"I know, isn't he? God," San agreed heavily, placing a hand over his chest for dramatic effect. Doyeon held back a light giggle.

With a newfound comfort in the air, the pair chatted casually for the few remaining minutes until Doyeon received a text.

"Ah, my sister says to just come to the club room because they're finishing late," she spoke, gathering her things and standing up.

"Alright, bye then," San spoke, standing up and stretching as well.

"Bye San, see you later," she bid farewell, giving him a bright smile before turning and striding down the hallway.

It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, one he forgot he was holding.

Only a short while passed before the door to the dance room swung open, both Wooyoung and Seonghwa strolling out mid-conversation.

"You should just ask San to do it. You know he would," Seonghwa could be heard saying, with the younger glancing at him hesitantly.

"Do what?" San questioned as the two came to a stop in front of him. Wooyoung's gaze immediately snapped towards him, seemingly a bit embarrassed.

"He wants you to—" Seonghwa's sentence was cut off by a sharp jab to the side from Wooyoung's elbow.

"I'll tell him later," Wooyoung muttered to Seonghwa. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, now directing the words to San.

"Been ready," San replied, deciding to push all of his questions aside for later. Wooyoung took this as his cue to walk forward and grab San by the arm, leaving Seonghwa completely behind.

"Bye guys!" Seonghwa yelled after them as Wooyoung walked briskly in the other direction, dragging San along with him. Wooyoung paid no mind to the farewell, although San turned around to give Hwa a curt wave.

"That wasn't suspicious at all, Wooyoung," San gave his boyfriend an amused smile. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes in response.

"Let's just go get pastries at that one cafe, or something," Wooyoung tried to abruptly change the subject, not even bothering to hide it. San only found his grin widening, shaking his head at his boyfriend's behavior.

"Okay cutie," he said, seeing Wooyoung's resolve falter a bit at the pet name.

"Shut up. I'll devour you," Wooyoung threatened, hoping the vagueness of the sentence would at least make San think.

"I would gladly let you," San said instead, causing Wooyoung to question why he'd even thought it would work. It was San. Of course he would respond that way.

"Imagine us having a normal conversation," Wooyoung instead chose to respond, causing San to let out a laugh.

"I don't think we're capable," he agreed, thinking back to all the things they had talked about as of recent days.

"Here's a game: the first one of us to talk about something weird next has to pay for the other's snacks at the cafe."

"Define weird."

"You're just impossible, huh?" Wooyoung complained, despite the smile beginning to paint itself across his features.

"You'll get used to it eventually," San shrugged playfully.

Although their chatter drifted to other topics, that concept remained true;

Choi San was impossible, but Wooyoung was his perfect match.