"You're lucky that I love you so you won't get scolded anymore."

"I- Hyung you've already spent a good fifteen minutes striving to detach our eardrums and now you're saying this?" Yeosang gasped in pure surprise.

"Want more?" Hongjoong's eyes showed pure anger, teeth gritting and fists clenching, his ticket close to being a crumpled mess.

"No thanks," replied Yeosang, grabbing Wooyoung by his wrist and dragging him behind Hongjoong.

"Why is he so irked up?" Wooyoung muttered, "There have been countless instances earlier where one of us were late or stuff but hyung was never this worked up."

"Well," Yeosang began, "Back then, we didn't have someone specific in the group."

Wooyoung looked at him, brows creasing in complete confusion.

"Who?"

"Seonghwa hyung."

The park was quite crowded, a Sunday being its prime reason. Hongjoong strided through the chaos as fast he could while the two tagged along, chatting nonsense or pausing at places where something happened to catch their interest only to be immediately yelled at by Hongjoong which made them move once again. Soon, they reached the location where the rest were and Hongjoong couldn't help but let out a happy squeal as he ran straight towards Seonghwa, the latter quickly removing the cotton candy from the front of his mouth lest Hongjoong crashes right into it.

Yeosang looked around for a bit, evidently in search of a particular someone and as soon as his eyes laid on his lover, he left Wooyoung's hand and sprinted towards Jongho, engulfing him in a hug. Yunho and Mingi were already lost in their little world, talking, giggling and feeding each other cotton candys.

One look at the ambience around him and Wooyoung was totally disappointed.

I shouldn't have come ugh!

"Hey, who wants ice creams?" Hongjoong suddenly called, "It's on me!"

Everyone responded with affirmation, except for Wooyoung who was lost in thoughts, sitting upon a bench while fiddling with the hem of his tshirt.

"He's lonely, it seems," Seonghwa pointed out.

"Mn, especially 'cause everyone's busy with their partners and," Hongjoong scratched the back of his head, "I did scold him a little too much you know."

"That was bad, Joongie," Seonghwa replied, followed by a pause, "Hey! I have an idea."

"What?" Hongjoong looked confused.

"Let's go buy the ice creams first."

After buying and distributing them amongst the boys, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left with four, two in the hands of the former and two in the latter's.

"Hwa what are you planning?" Hongjoong still had no clue about what the other was thinking.

"Gimme a second," Seonghwa walked away and stood in front of San. San wasn't in a jubilant mood either. He was sitting far away from the rest with his head hung low and the plushie on his lap, petting it once in a while. Seonghwa sat down beside him and smiled.

"Here, for you," he extended his right hand to give him the ice cream.

"Oh! Thank you hyung," San smiled brightly but before he could take a bite, Seonghwa extended another ice cream towards him, the one in his left hand.

"Two for-"

"No, go give it to that boy sitting there," Seonghwa said, pointing at a lonely lad in black attires sitting on a bench, swinging his legs and looking here and there.

"But why-"

"Do as I say Sannie," Seonghwa repeated, "Go give it to him."

"Okay."

San tucked his plushie under his arm and walked away from his bench. Seonghwa got up and ran to Hongjoong, his face glistening in giggles.

"What the-"

"Let the magic begin."

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"Uh- Here. For you."

Wooyoung did not expect a voice to interrupt his chain of thoughts and therefore, when he heard one, that too so close to him, he immediately looked up.

Wooyoung gasped loudly.

"Wait! Aren't you-"

He paused midway through his sentence.

"Am I-?" the boy with the plushie was confused.

"Uhm- Choi San?" Wooyoung's face now displayed a series of emotions, confusion, surprise, excitement and suppressed nervousness, all of them together forming a light shadow of pink across his cheeks and making his face grow hot.

"Yes, and you are-"

"Jung Wooyoung!"

"Hol'up!" San instantly sat down beside him, both ice creams still in his hands, "Are you the one who sent those notes to Mingi, who sent it to Yunho and who sent it to me? Are you-"

"Yes," Wooyoung replied shyly, "Those were mine."

"Good heavens! I was absolutely right about the owner being as pretty as the notes," San said that a bit too loudly, making the other a blushing mess.

"Oh no your ice cream," San handed him his share and finally indulged in having his own. For a moment, there wasn't any conversation between them. But very soon, Wooyoung chose to break the pause.

"That plushie," he pointed at the one lying on San's lap, "Is that your's?"

"Mnhm, Hwa hyung bought it for me."

"You like plushies?"

"Yes! So much. I have a collection of them back in my home!"

Wooyoung suppressed a laughter. Never had he imagined the 'hot dude' that he had seen photos of to be a lover of plushies and an enthusiast of collecting them.

Adorable.

"Wooyoung, you have cream around your lips," San pointed out, once the other had turned to face him in order to say something.

"Oh," Wooyoung responded, immediately sticking his tongue out to lick away the remains, "I'm quite a messy eater haha."

"Uh- it's still there. Here," Before Wooyoung could lick it away, San reached his hand out and rubbed it off from the corner of his lips. Wooyoung's breath hitched in surprise.

San had noticed the surprise on his face. He couldn't help but softly laugh, "You're cute when you're flustered."

Wooyoung turned his head away and bit his lips while lightly tapping his toes on the ground. He could feel his heart palpitating faster and none of it seemed believable to him.

They ate their ice creams, chatting at instances and watching people pass by. Their companions were quite at a distance and neither did they pay much heed to them. They were content being lost in their sweet little world.

"Actually," Wooyoung suddenly said, "I'll have to leave sooner."

"Why?" San was astonished, "What about dinner and-"

"I've got to submit a project tomorrow and I have yet to complete it," Wooyoung replied sadly, "Maybe we could hang out some time later."

"Do you really want to?" San was extremely eager.

"Y-Yeah- If you wanna-"

"Gimme your number," San didn't wait for Wooyoung to finish his sentence. He quickly fished his phone out of his pockets and handed it to Wooyoung. Wooyoung gladly gave him his number and handed his phone back to him.

"Then...see you soon," San said, glancing at Wooyoung, looking sad.

"Yes, we'll meet again," Wooyoung assured him, getting up from the bench and waving at him in a goodbye.

He had already informed Hongjoong about his early departure so he didn't have to tell him again. With one last look of sadness and reluctancy at San, expressions showing prominent signs of not wanting to leave, he left.

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"Something's up," Hongjoong muttered, watching the interaction between the two the whole time from a distance.

"Didn't I say earlier that I'm a magician?" questioned Seonghwa with tremendous pride.

"Of course you did, baby."

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Thoughts?

(Close to ending soon hehe:)