Choi San is a guy

The sun's rays glided softly across the streets of the small town. San was sitting on a park bench, watching children playing in the distance, when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Hello," a familiar voice said, and San immediately looked up. Wooyoung stood before him, laughing slightly, a backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair barely touched his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with a cheerful light.

“You’re a little late again,” San chuckled.

"Well... I really didn't mean to be late, it just happened that way," Wooyoung replied, sitting down next to me. "And honestly... I know you'll be waiting anyway."

San smiled slightly, looking at Wooyoung. They sat next to each other, and it seemed as if everyone around them had simply vanished. A gentle breeze ruffled their hair, and San couldn't resist—he wrapped one arm around Wooyoung's shoulders and kissed his temple, savoring their morning date. San looked at him, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. All they needed was a quiet morning, light laughter, and the feeling of having someone they could trust nearby.

"Want to go for a walk?" San suggested, turning his head towards him, bringing their faces very close.