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suhwan and wooje are middle school bff and classmates. LIKE, total ride-or-dies—wherever wooje goes, suhwan’s there, no question.
wooje lives with his uncle, sanghyeok, a patissier at a five-star hotel who’s crazy busy because he also runs a small bakery on the side. unclenya tuh sweetest, kindest, handsome, but in his 29 years of life? ZERO dating experience!!!!
om hyeok tuh ada rutinitas WAJIB. on his days off, he’s out for hitting up bookstores from kwitang to pocin to blok m, abis itu ke perpusnas before checking on his bakery, which is managed by minseok—mahasiswa tata boga yang part-time. his routine’s so predictable it bores wooje to death.
suhwan’s got both parents (jaehyuk and siwoo—happy, loving household), but he chooses to crash at his om jihoon’s place instead. why? because om ji is way more chill. no nagging (unlike his papa).
he’s a mahasiswa s2 teknik mesin who lives alone, so suhwan volunteered to keep him company!
oh, and the guy’s a joki games—meaning suhwan gets unlimited gaming time. uncle also helps out at jaehyuk’s bengkel, modding cars and bikes in his free time. he’s got a motorcycle crew and is big into touring, sunmori and balapan legal competitions!
one day, suhwan came over to sanghyeok and wooje’s place. their house was honestly the type that made you go “wah gila, enak banget di sini.” it felt warm, cozy, and just… adem.
the front yard wasn’t big; yeah, typical pinggiran jakarta vibes. like, siapa sih yang punya yard gede kalau bukan crazy rich? BUT still, the small space was filled with plants, so it felt super green and chill!
inside, the house was only one story, but it had enough space to feel comfy. suhwan loved how he could just roam around freely. no one nagging, no “jangan gitu, jangan gini.” uncle Sanghyeok wasn’t that type anyway, and honestly, he was barely home during the day.
so there they were, suhwan and wooje, sitting cross-legged on the living room with a plate of leftover pastries from uncle sanghyeok’s bakery. croissants, cookies, sama satu strawberry tart yang keliatan terlalu perfect buat dimakan.
suhwan grabbed the tart first. “gimana rasanya bisa makan enak tiap hari?"
wooje made a face. “it feels like diabetes udah nunggu. do you know how sick i am of smelling butter every morning? dari jam 5 pagi, mixer bunyi terus."
suhwan laughed, crumbs falling from his mouth. “mending gitu daripada smelling like oli. om ji literally comes home reeking of oil. belom lagi tiap pagi pas manasin motor tuh suaranya kayak ngajak berantem satu komplek, bingung kenapa tetangga belom protes.”
“bising banget ya,” wooje snorted, “om ji emang sesuka itu modif motor?”
suhwan nodded dramatically. “at east he’s fun. he lets me game all night. no rules, no curfew. meanwhile, my parents would be like: ‘bed by ten, kid.’”
wooje pointed a cookie at him. “you’re just spoiled. om hyeok never lets me touch the oven. he says I’ll ‘mess with the yeast’ or whatever. padahal aku cuma pengen bikin kue sekali ajaaaa. but, he treats the kitchen like some sacred temple.”
“sacred temple of bread,” suhwan teased. “imagine being jealous of dough.”
“shut up,” wooje groaned, but he was smiling. he reached for another croissant and broke it in half. “honestly, though, om ji sounds kinda cool. racing, gaming, being all chill. meanwhile om hyeok, he spends his day off hunting books. like, seriously? who does that?”
"old people,” suhwan deadpanned.
“he’s twenty-nine!” wooje shot back, throwing a crumb at suhwan.
“exactly,” Suhwan grinned. “old.”
they both burst out laughing, sebelum tatapan mereka ketemu dan seketika bohlam lampu menyala imajiner.
“you thinking what i’m thinking?”
suhwan nodded a little. “what if we, like… set them up?”
wooje burst out laughing. “please, om hyeok needs om ji to teach him how to actually live.”
suhwan leaned closer, whispering like it was some top-secret plan. “bro, imagine them on a date. like, om ji taking him on his motor.”
wooje wheezed. “he’d probably scream louder than the engine”
they both cracked up, suhwan slapping the floor. “and then om ji would be like, ‘kak, chill. live a little.'”
wooje gasped, tears forming in his eyes. “literally, date of the year."
mereka mungkin cuma becanda pas ngomongin gini, tapi semesta mencatatnya dengan baik sebagai satu skenario paling menarik untuk diwujudkan.