Dowoon made his way to the cafe, with his black mask and Nike hat. He didn't understand why he had to live his life this way now all of a sudden. He now had to disguise himself because as soon as the news spread out yesterday, nothing but the press has been following him. He's lucky he's gotten away.
Is this how Wonpil lived? Did he seriously love it? All of these random ass strangers coming to his house and snapping pictures of him and asking so many questions, he couldn't even keep up with them? He shook his head in annoyance as the cafe soon came into view. Dowoon wanted to take off the mask so bad. It was dumb to wear it just to hide.
He arrived at the cafe and entered and soon enough a smile found its way onto his face. The smell of desserts and coffee was strong in the air, and he honestly loved it. Dowoon took a seat at one of the booths and took out his phone to text Wonpil. It's 4 and he should be here by now.
doswoon:
Where tf r u. It's 4.
kwp.lll:
Look in front of you 💞💞💞
Dowoon put his phone down and looked at the boy in an oversized hoodie, a mask and a New York yankees hat in front of him. It was beyond fucking cute.
"No it's not Dowoon be quiet" Dowoon told himself.
"Hi~~~ I missed you!"
"I didn't miss you."
"Wow that's a bit mean."
"Why so many hearts?" Dowoon showed the chat to Wonpil, which caused the boys eyes to light up and his cheeks to turn pink.
"Because that's how much I love you~~"
"Wow how pleasant." Wonpil rested his head on his hand and leaned in a bit.
"You really think?"
"No I don't."
"Oh...There's always next time~"
"I think not." Wonpil let out a small giggle and Dowoon rolled his eyes.
"Alright then giggles, what are we honestly going to do about the news? I hope you weren't serious yesterday about what you said."
"Oh but what if I was, meanie? Awww there's a 'we' now~. Cute."
"Ugh are you really not going to answer them? It'll only cause more of an uproar don't you think?"
"Mm yeah but, there would be more uproar if I answered yes, or no, don't you think?" Dowoon sat back in his seat and sighed. He had a point.
"So we just—"
"Don't answer them? Of course! Plus we are dating cuz your my secret admirer~"
"What are you smoking? I'm not your secret admirer and we are not dating."
"Aww I bet you're smiling about it right now behind your little mask."
"Shut the fuck up." Wonpil leaned in and his hand nearly grazed Dowoon's mask before Dowoon leaned back and gave the boy a glare.
"Are you crazy?! We're in public! You can't do that here!"
"Are you saying I can do it somewhere else? Aww You're so cute and small."
"Shut up idiot I'm taller than you dip fuck."
"...yeah but...only by an inch..." Wonpil slugged back into his seat while Dowoon gave off a small laugh.
"Ha! Who's cute and small now?"
"Did you just—"
"No I fucking didn't, don't ask it was a joke calm thy self." Wonpil just stared at the boy.
"Your laugh is adorable. You should laugh more often."
"W-Whatever.. shut up."
"Awww you stuttered. You're so cute~~~~"
"Did you honestly want to 'hang out' just because you wanted to say those things to me?"
"Kinda. I want to learn more about you."
"I told you everything yesterday."
"Not entirely hm? I didn't entirely tell you everything yesterday either." Dowoon sighed and rested his arms on the table.
"What do you want to know?"
"Mmm hobbies?"
"I usually hang out with my best friend Jae but if I'm not, I'll play the drums."
"Mmm is he the 'jae.six' guy?"
"Yeah."
"He's funny!"
"No...he's actually not boo."
"I think he's funny..."
"You wouldn't know funny even if it hit you in the back of the head and said 'I'm funny'."
"Are you just going to insult me the whole time?" Wonpil took of his mask and frowned. Dowoon panicked and quickly put the boy's mask back on his face. His heart hurt a little when he saw the boy frown.
"I um...I'll stop I guess.."
"Awww Thank you~. Can I ask you a question tho? Your probably going to insult me again but, why do you think I'm dumb?"
"You're so fucking irrelevant."
"Excuse me?!"
"You're excused boo." Dowoon fixed his hat and groaned.
"That was a bit rude Dowoon. You don't see me calling you a complete asshole and a menace to society just because I don't know you completely! You just base everything off of things you hear and then you add your little conclusions to it and come up with some big stereotype. That's dumb. Not me. You're a drummer right? You don't see me basing up everything and saying drummers can only play drums and that's it. I don't call them dense and I don't direct other hurtful things towards them. It's really rude Dowoon, It really is. You're not the only one who does it but..I really don't like it." Dowoon looked at the boy and looked back down at his lap. Guilt began to flood his gut and he couldn't say anything. He was an asshole.
"I'm a person too Dowoon. I have feelings so that stuff bothers me. I don't let it get to me as much but I'm just a bit over it. I'm really sorry for going off on you like that."
"Don't be sorry. You were just speaking your mind.." Dowoon sighed and looked at the boy again.
"I'm sorry, I'm dumb."
"You're not dumb! You're just learning new things. That's why I'm your hyung!"
"Nah but for real, I was a dick."
"It's fine! You know now! Let's order cake pops!"
"Mm...sure?"
How did the boy switch moods so fast?
How could he forgive Dowoon so quick?
If it was Dowoon, he wouldn't even talk to the person anymore.
Wonpil took of his mask and flashed Dowoon a smile, and Dowoon felt the weird sensation in his stomach once more.
The 'stress' is back.
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