you’re sweet, like a caramel macchiato
the weather had disappointed you once again. you and boyfriend! yohan has just finished a full day of classes in college. both of you were eager to get home and pass out on the nearest warm surface. but alas, today was not that day. the sky had been a suspicious shade of grey all day, but the weather stated it would just be windy. like the young and stupid adults (??¿¿) you were, you believed it.
yohan dressed nicely — no, he dressed like it was seoul fashion week everyday. being his lovely significant other, he dragged you into his matching clothes plans. it wasn’t like he dressed cheap either. apparently, waterproof clothing didn’t fit in the category of “good fashion”. like the voguish boy would say, “being practical is stupid, if you’re stuck in the rain, yolo it out my dudes”. so here you were, following his dumb ass, standing outside college with your feet swimming in your shoes and your hair resembling that of someone who just stepped out the shower.
“ah, nature, i do love you!”, yohan exclaimed joyfully. “oh my god you skinless frog, let’s get out of here”, you yelled at him in disbelief. thus, he grabbed your hand and legged it. you loved your boyfriend, but could you match his long legs, extra strengthened by years of taekwondo? no. “yohan, bub, could you please slow down?” no answer. although, you did see him gleefully jump in puddles, distracted. soon enough, he led you in a coffee shop, the homely aura soon settling in.
your boyfriend had ordered the winter special coffees for the both of you (you hated plain coffee, whoever orders pure americanos are probably aliens who escaped area 51 and you live by that). you were glad he didn’t forget; kim yohan would never. so you sat down, talking about the sweet nothings that happened in school. you laughed at the childish antics that him and hangyul had planned, and in return, he listened to the never ending drama your friends were always caught in.
in that moment, in your little maroon booth in the corner of this bustling cafe, you felt content. both of you were soaked, but the two of you somehow felt warm inside. it was you and yohan against the world. and you couldn’t be happier.
