𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎. 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖲𝖠𝖭

~ number twenty two ~

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The boys had finally finished their drinks and had walked back outside; obviously paying first. It had warmed up a bit which was a relief to the boys and probably everyone. The sun was actually out and it seemed like it was a new day.

"Please tell me where we going!~" San said with puppy eyes, begging for Wooyoung to tell him, but puppy eyes didn't work on him. Well, it nearly slipped but still, it only mattered that he didn't. "No! We're nearly there anyways!" Wooyoung said, laughing at San's defeated face.

"Fine you meanie!" He sighed, pouting and hitting his boyfriend playfully on the arm. Wooyoung felt so happy with San and he never wanted to let go of the boy, and i mean never. He was just so cute but that didn't get the thought of his sad eyes out of his head, he thought it could've been something that he didn't want to talk about so he didn't want to make the positive vibes negative. I could just be hallucinating, he's probably not even sad, he thought to himself, brushing off the thoughts and continued dealing with a 'sad' San who wasn't even looking at him.

Again, his lips began to curl as if he was going to laugh or smile. Which of course, Wooyoung took as an advantage. "C'mon smile Sanshine. You know you want to." Wooyoung poked the olders side making him slip out a little giggle, he was hoping Wooyoung wouldn't hear him.

But how? He was legit right beside him.

"I heard that giggle you know that? Wipe that silly frown off your face, we're here!" He said, smiling and pointing to a building that had a big glow up sign on the front. The sign read ' Roller skating '. San's frown did indeed wipe away as he read it over and over again to see if he was dreaming.

You don't understand how much he loved Roller Skating. But thoughts rushed like a river into his mind, the things that reminded him about when he was younger. He tried to pretend to be happy so Wooyoung wouldn't get suspicious.

When he was younger, he used to go Roller Skating with his Parents when they had free time. They would bring him there because they knew how much he loved roller skating. San always got excited when he found out they were going. But now he felt like all that was a dream, that it was a sweet calm dream with his parents, then waking up to a dreadful scene of his parents shouting at him for being himself.

Really dreadful.

"You coming?" Wooyoung shouted, San came back to his senses and seen that the younger was way farther in front of him. He blinked a few times and ran up, trying to catch up with him but failing as Wooyoung was extra close to the entrance when he had stared his sprint.

When he walked inside, he seen claw machines and the smell of popcorn drifted up his nose. He let out a satisfied sigh, it smelt so delicious. He was sure he had to buy some.

He spotted Wooyoung and walked up to him, he was paying and all that jazz. When he did so, they got their roller skates and put them on, making sure they had them on properly; they didn't want any accidents to happen out on the ring.

"I'm ready! But you gotta hold onto me! I'm going to fall on my ass, i know it!" San laughing, holding on to Wooyoung's arm.

He definitely wasn't letting go anytime soon.

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