The week rolls by quickly and before anyone knew it, dinner night was upon them. San fiddles with the creme coloured table cloth draped over the circular table.

Soft music plays in the background of the restaurant and waiters walked from table to table attending to other customers. San leans forward on the table with a shaky sigh then he glances at his dad who had busied himself with his phone.

"They're late" San mumbles out after 5 long minutes of waiting for Hyesun and her son.

"I know, they'll be here shortly though. Just be patient" He reassures but San groans out loud and presses his face into his hands. I'd rather be anywhere in the world but here... but this means alot to him so if it means enduring the next few hours of probable hell then that's what I'll do.

Her son, I wonder what he's like? Is he one of those super smart kids in class that always pissed me off without saying anything. Or the gym rat? The air head who thought with their muscles. The sports kid? Musically inclined? Or maybe he's like me.

Boring and uninteresting.

Wouldn't that be something. "Hyesun, you guys made it" His dad's voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he blinks back to attention. He immediately stands up at the sight of the familiar face. She smiles brightly at Namkoong, San's dad, then leans in for a hug.

"Hi" He manages to says, a small on his lips followed by a polite bow.

"Hello" She looks at San as if just realizing he was there. Her long dark hair fell forward as she bowed and she brushes it begin her ear. Pink tinted lips pulled back into a warm smile.

"Ah, It's nice to meet you again San. This is Wooyoung, my son. I don't believe you guys have met before" She gently places her dainty fingers on the boy beside her.

San shifts his attention to Wooyoung. Their eyes meet for the first time. San felt his breath get stuck in his throat and at that moment all he could think was: wow, he's handsome.

Wooyoung also looked back at him with piqued interest. His lengthy dark jet black bangs creates a small shadow over his eyes. Desirable pink lips pursed slightly, liquid black eyes watching San through his long lashes. Simple small hoop earrings glistened every so often underneath the fluorescent lighting of the restaurant.

Hes... really handsome.

Suddenly San felt awake and present. Wooyoung's lips stretch out into a grin then he pulls his hand out for a hand shake. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. San right?" His velvety voice swam in San's head for a few more seconds after he stopped talking. He managed to pull himself together and he outstretches his own hand and connects their palms for a loose handshake.

"Yeah. It's nice to mee to meet you too" He says, stiffly. He couldn't help but note how soft and warm Wooyoung's hand was. They pull back their hands but still had their eyes firmly on each other for what felt like forever.

"Well" San's dad says with a clap, snapping them from their deep trance. "Why don't we sit down and stuff our faces" He says jokingly and Hyesun laughs like he said the funniest thing in world.

San awkwardly shifts his gaze away and sits back in his chair. Wooyoung sits across from him and immediately picks up the laminated restaurant's menu booklet. San licks his bottom lip and does the same.

He couldn't explain why but he felt.. nervous? No, that's not it. Intimidated more like. He didn't expect his future step brother be so... rough edged. Attractive, dare he say.

He peeks over the booklet to get another look at him. The boy had his lips in a relaxed line, eyes dances across the page as he looked at each of the menu options. Lashes fluttering each time he blinked. San noticed the dainty cross necklace hanging on his pale milky white neck and rings on his slender fingers.

Suddenly, Wooyoung glances up once he feels a pair of eyes on him. San's heart skips a beat and he immediately looks down at his booklet, flustered and embarrassed. Shit, he caught me staring..

"The rica fish with corn rice sounds delicious" Hyesun speaks up, halting the tension that was beginning to grow.

"Might get some grilled ribs too" Namkoong adds with hungry smile. "What about you San?" He turns to his son.

"U-uhm, I dont really know. Ah-" He looks back at the menu. "Crispy ginger beef?" He calls out the first thing his eyes landed on.

"And you, Wooyoung?" Namkoong asks the youngest at the table, with a warm smile. Wooyoung returns the smile while pulling himself to sit upright.

Just he was about to speak a waiter, clad in a white uniform and black waist apron arrives at their table. "Hello and welcome to Paravel Cuisine, are you ready to place your orders?" The lady says in a high pitched voice.

"Yep, Wooyoung go ahead" Namkoong urges.

"I'll take a medium rare stake with a side of potatoes. Brussel sprouts and pork belly hash, fried egg, dill citrus emulsion and grilled chicken breast in a creamy dill sauce" Wooyoung says with a small smile then shuts his menu and places it back on the table. Namkoong couldn't help but laugh heartily at him. San just looked at him with slightly wide eyes.. how can someone so lean eat so much?

"Quite the appetite huh?" He asks jokingly. Wooyoung flashes a tight lipped smile and glances at San.

"Yeah, that's my Woo. One look at him and you wouldn't imagine how much he can eat in one sitting" Wooyoung's mother says playfully. "Anyway, I'd like the baked lamb on marinara sauce.." She turns and addresses the waiter.

San blocks out the sounds around him and breaks the brief eye contact with Wooyoung then he distracts himself with his menu, flipping through the pages like he was looking for something specific.

A few minutes roll by and all their orders finally arrive. In front of San was a single plate of food which was a complete contrast with the boy who sat opposite of him. Wooyoung had several plates of food spread around him, picking from whichever dish he wanted and practically stuffing his face. It was clear he didn't care what anyone would think.

He had immediately began eating the second his food arrived whereas San hesitated. Thoughts of "what if I embarrass myself by spilling food on myself?" kept infiltrating his mind.

Eventually he loosened up and just enjoyed the food. A comfortable silence ensues as all 4 ate in silence, with both parents making side conversation here and there. San suddenly feel someone's leg press up against his own under the table.

He doesn't think much of it so he shifts away. The leg follows his movement and presses further againt his once again. He looks up at the culprit and saw that Wooyoung was looking right back at him while finishing up on a small peice of steak bone.

His tongue laps over the solid playfully. Teasingly. San looks away immediately then reaches for his apple juice. What was that..? He wonders to himself.

Wooyoung smiles to himself when he sees how flustered San got, a tint of red creeping up his neck.

"So San, have you graduated highschool yet?" Wooyoung's mom addresses the dark haired male.

"Ah no not yet, I graduate in June" He responds with a kind smile.

"Oh really? Wooyoung is also graduating in June as well. So you guys are like the same age huh?" She pushes further as if noticing the intense silence between the two and wanting them to actually talk.

San just responds with an awkward smile. "Do you play any sports?"

"No not really"

"Oh don't be so modest, he dances and he's really good too" San's dad interjects as he pats his son on the back. San cringes and dips his head down from embarrassment. He wondered why his dad had to go and bring that up. He hasn't danced since he was 13.

Wooyoung watches him with a fascinated expression. Studying him like a piece of foreign text.

"Oh you dance?" Wooyoung's mom addresses San, a look of excitement on her face. "Wooyoung did contemporary till he was 12" She claims.

At the revelation San snaps his head back up to look at Wooyoung. The younger male didn't strike him as a contemporary dancer at all so imagine his surprise.

Wooyoung looks back at him with amusement. "Why do you look so surprised?" He asks the older, the question being the only thing they've said to each other since the start of dinner.

"I'm not" Was all San responds with, a clearly forced smile on his lips. Then he looks away with a slight eye roll.

Wooyoung was taken back by his sudden attitude shift but decides not to acknowledge it.
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