Jiwon stood in front of the café, heart drumming a little faster than usual. It was a cozy place tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop—quiet and sunlit, just like Jungwon said it would be.
He had texted her earlier that morning:
Jungwon:
I’ll meet you up at 3. Wear something comfy. I mean… you always look good. But still. Comfy.
She smiled at the memory, absently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hey,” a familiar voice said.
She turned.
Jungwon stood there in a light beige hoodie, soft jeans, and sneakers—looking painfully good in the simplest way possible. His hair was styled just messily enough to look intentional. And in his hands? A small bouquet of daisies.
“Hi,” Jiwon said, blinking at the flowers. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know,” Jungwon said, holding them out. “But I wanted to.”
Jiwon took them gently. “Thank you. They’re… really pretty.”
He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Not as pretty as you.”
Her eyes widened. “Did you just—was that smooth on purpose?”
“No! I mean—yes? Wait, no, I didn’t plan it—” he stammered, then laughed at himself. “Let’s go inside before I embarrass myself more.”
The café smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. They settled into a small window seat, light pooling around them, and ordered two iced lattes and a slice of chocolate cake to share.
“So…” Jiwon said, stirring her drink. “Is this your first date?”
Jungwon blinked. “Ever?”
She nodded.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Yeah. You?”
“Same,” she admitted, and they both laughed.
“That makes this special, then,” Jungwon said, eyes soft.
They talked about everything and nothing—how their classes were going, the weird music Ni-ki had been into lately, how Heeseung once tried to flirt using a Shakespeare quote and traumatized a girl for a week.
When the cake arrived, they both reached for it at the same time, fingers brushing.
Jiwon paused. “You can have the first bite.”
“No, no,” Jungwon said, pushing it toward her. “You’re the guest of honor.”
“I thought we were equals?”
“We are,” he said, grinning. “But you’re still cuter.”
Her spoon paused mid-air. “You’re never letting go of that, are you?”
“Never,” he said proudly.
As the afternoon sun dipped lower, their conversation slowed, but the silence between them was soft—like a comfortable sweater.
Then Jungwon looked at her, nervous again.
“I was thinking…” he began, fiddling with his cup, “maybe next time, I could take you to this place by the river. It’s quiet, and the view’s nice at night. You’d like it.”
Jiwon smiled. “Are you already planning our second date?”
His ears turned pink. “Too soon?”
“No,” she said, eyes crinkling. “Just soon enough.”
Outside, they walked side by side, hands close but not touching.
Then Jungwon stopped walking.
“I want to do something. Just… to see.”
Jiwon turned to him. “See what?”
He hesitated for half a second, then slowly reached for her hand.
Their fingers intertwined naturally, like they’d done it a hundred times before.
“There,” Jungwon murmured. “I knew it would feel like this.”
Jiwon looked down at their joined hands, then back at him. “Like what?”
He looked at her, eyes filled with quiet sincerity. “Like everything’s right.”
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