Coincidentally, the two of them just happened to live in the sa city.
When they found out, they imdiately decided to et at a local park.
The night before the etup, the man in white lay in bed feeling unusually excited, tossing and turning unable to fall asleep.
He was so worked up that he didn't close his eyes at all the entire night, constantly imagining what it would be like to et J in person.
The next morning, he woke up early on purpose, carefully dressed himself, and then went to the park ahead of ti to sit on the bench and wait.
Maybe because his brain had beco sluggish from staying up all night, after waiting for a long ti, he suddenly realized he had made a very important mistake, he forgot to prepare a bouquet of flowers.
Thinking of this, he quickly stood up and rushed to a nearby flower shop, carefully chose a beautiful bouquet, then hurried back to the park.
When he returned to the park breathless with the flowers in his arms, he was shocked to see a figure sitting on what had been an empty bench, familiar yet unfamiliar.
He had stared countless tis at this silhouette in the photos J had shared, and yet seeing it with his own eyes still stunned him.
That golden-brown hair glowed with a charming shine under the sunlight, even more beautiful than in the picture.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar back, the man in white felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, as if ti itself had frozen.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the nervousness inside him wouldn't go away.
He carefully approached the bench, each step cautious and deliberate. He wanted to give J a surprise.
When he got closer, a familiar fragrance drifted to his nose.
It was a faint scent, fresh and pleasant, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.
The man in white instantly recognized it. It was the fragrance of shampoo.
He was absolutely certain, because he himself used the sa shampoo, and had always been fond of its unique scent.
More importantly, this shampoo wasn't a mainstream brand, it was pretty niche and special.
The man in white had used it for years, yet had never t anyone who shared the sa taste or used the sa brand.
But now, right here, he actually slled that familiar scent. He could confirm that the scent ca from J, who was sitting on the bench.
Slling this familiar fragrance, the man in white was already feeling dizzy with emotion.
J's appearance seed to hint at so special connection between them, as if fate itself had tied them together.
He and J were just too compatible.
Whether hobbies or daily habits, they were shockingly alike.
They always had endless things to talk about, chatting from morning to night, from astronomy and geography to life philosophy.
They both loved gaming, often teaming up to play together and enjoy the fun.
Even more coincidentally, they lived in the sa city, as if this city existed just for the two of them.
Even sothing as small as shampoo, they had the sa brand. This made him feel incredibly close to her.
A strong feeling surged in his heart. He felt that none of this could be a coincidence.
'Was this not destiny itself?!'
At this mont, the man in white had even thought of what he and J's future child would be nad.
Thinking of that, his heartbeat quickened even more. He leaned closer to J without aning to, lowered himself, and whispered into J's ear in the softest voice, "You sll so good~"
[T/N: One of the top 'things-you-shouldn't-say-when-eting-new-people' lines.]
At the ti, the word "cringy" wasn't really used the way it is now, but his action definitely qualified him as the ancestor of all greasy cringe n.
But back then, in his own mind, he believed he was being sexy and charming, enough to capture J's attention and instantly bring them closer.
According to his imagination, J would tremble slightly from the sudden intimacy, then turn around in surprise.
When she saw him holding flowers, handso and sincere, her cheeks would instantly turn red, all the way to her ears.
Then she would lower her head and bashfully scold him for being so bold.
But imagination is beautiful, and reality is unbelievably cruel.
What happened next was sothing the man in white would need a lifeti to recover from…
After he whispered into J's ear, J really was startled.
But the man in white then heard a deep male voice rumble beside his ear, "WHAT THE F*CK?????!!!"
Before he could react, a huge slap ca flying toward him.
With a loud "PA!" the man in white was slapped straight to the ground, completely stunned.
At this mont, J finally turned around, and when he saw the man in white, he froze on the spot.
The man in white had sent him his photo before, so J recognized him instantly as that sowhat odd online friend he had been chatting with for days.
"Uh, what?"
"Bro… bro, are you okay??"
[T/N: 😭😭🙏🙏]
As J spoke, he quickly stood up and hurried over to the man in white. Just as he was about to help him up, he noticed the bouquet still clutched tightly in his hand.
Seeing the flowers, J was completely dumbfounded.
His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, his face full of shock.
Even though they had chatted for a long ti and really got along, J had always thought the man in white was a bit strange.
It was hard to describe, just a subtle intuition that sothing felt off, though he couldn't pinpoint what.
Whenever he talked to the man in white, he always felt a trace of weirdness.
J didn't know whether it was just his imagination, but he kept feeling that the man in white seed to hold so sort of special feelings toward him.
J originally brushed it off as overthinking, but now, seeing the bouquet and rembering the "You sll so good~" whispered in his ear, J was completely dumbfounded.
"??????"
"Good lord! I treated you like a bro, and you… you actually…"
The man in white, lying on the ground, was already numb.
He had expected a romantic encounter with J, but never imagined things would turn out this way. He stared blankly at the bouquet in J's hand, filled with disappointnt and embarrassnt.
The scene he envisioned, mutual affection, lovers finally coming together, had in an instant turned into "Bro, you sll so good."
The girl he thought was his destined soulmate had instantly turned into a big burly guy.
What he thought would be an epic, passionate romance ended up being no romance, just epic, passionate disaster…
His eyes were empty, his mind in chaos, and he simply fell back onto the grass.
"I'm tired… Let the world end…"
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