Jeonghan was right, Wonwoo thought as he leaned to a locker, It’s now or never! He was waiting for the locker owner, Kim Mingyu. And speaking of the devil, there he was, walking towards Wonwoo.

“Mingyu-sii.”

“Yes, babe?” God, don’t call me that.

“About the coffee you’re talking earlier, um, as my gratitude—“

Mingyu smirked. “Sure, when?”

“Um, today after school?”

“Deal.”

“Well, see you later then,” Wonwoo said before dashing away.

“Wonwoo?”

“Um, yes?” He knows my name?

“Don’t blush like that, I might eat you right here right now.” A handsome smirk.

And Wonwoo blushed even more.