Companion | yeongyu/beomjun

= 15: iced coffee =

Yeonjun

The next morning, I woke up with the blanket completely away from me. It was all bunched up in a pile with Beomgyu sleeping underneath it. Carefully, I moved the blankets aside and got out of bed quietly.

I yawned, ruffling my hair and heading to the kitchen. Quietly, I grabbed a bag of coffee grounds from the cabinet and a filter. I put the filter into the coffee maker and added a couple spoons of coffee grounds.

I filled up the pot with some water and started the coffee maker. While I waited for the coffee to finish brewing, I walked to my fridge to grab some creamer.

Beomgyu peeked out from the bedroom door, my blanket wrapped around him.

"What's that smell?" He asked groggily, "It smells bitter, but nice."

"How the hell were you able to smell that?" I asked, looking over at him. "You were squished under my blanket and I closed the door!"

"Oh, you closed the door? On me?" He said, pointing to himself, "You closed your door, on me?"

"I didn't want to be too loud while you were sleeping," I replied, getting the creamer out and setting it on the kitchen table, "I'm making myself some coffee for today, I might go for an iced americano if it's not too hard."

Beomgyu threw the blanket back onto my bed and walked over to the coffee pot.

"Hey, this is kinda cool!" He commented, kneeling down to watch the coffee brew, "Am I gonna have some?"

"Probably not," I replied, "I don't think you could handle caffeine, you couldn't even handle sugar without getting addicted and I had to lock the cookies away."

Beomgyu crossed his arms defiantly, and huffed.

"I can handle sugar thank you very mUCH," He hissed, "And cookies don't have sugar! That's why they're called cookies, not sugaries! It's because they're cooked!"

I shot him a confused look, raising my hand in confusion.

"Where the hell did you hear that from?"

"I dunno, I figured it out myself," Beomgyu replied, "I knew there must be a reason behind cooking bacon and baking cookies."

I blinked, "Yea- No. You're still not getting coffee. I'll make you something else instead though, I think you'll like it."

"You're making a special coffee? Just for me?" Beomgyu asked in a small voice.

"Kind of? Sort of?" I respond, "No, not really. But you'll see, it's better than coffee."

"But," I add, "While I'm making it, you're not allowed to even touch the coffee pot, got it? No coffee for you."

Beomgyu grumbled, leaning his cheek in his palm.

"Whatever," He mumbled.

I grabbed a couple fruits from the fridge and set them on the counter. Carefully, I cut up the strawberries, blueberries, and an orange. Then, I filled a glass with ice cubes and put the fruits in the glass.

Beomgyu watched me curiously, stealing a couple pieces of fruit from the cutting board. I poured in some water into the glass and gave it a little stir.

By then, my coffee was ready and I finished making a rather colorful looking drink.

I slid the glass over to Beomgyu, and stuck a straw in the glass. He took the glass, poking at the fruit with the straw.