It begins as a craving for pastries. Taekwoon doesn't really care what kind, so long as they're sweet.It's muggy outside, a bit too damp for his taste, so maybe a latte will wake him up.That's how he ends up in a small cafe about a half kilometer from their hotel, iPod going through his latest playlist and his phone on silent as he takes in the street atmosphere. As he finishes up his third pastry, sips slowly on his latte, he becomes aware of how painfully cheesy he looks. Obnoxious, Hongbin would call him. Chic, Hakyeon would smile
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Thank you though ;; going to cry a little after this
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