a coffee | myg

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< POV | KYW >

"What the fuck..?"

Shit. I said that aloud, didn't I?

I clear my throat, hoping he didn't hear me, "Hello! Welcome to Seoul Soul Café. What can I get for you?"

I hear the onesie man scoff slightly. He tilts his head up, looking at the menu above.

As he scans the menu, I look him up and down. What the fuck is he wearing?

"Uh, a coffee, please," he tilts his head back down and looks at me.

I quickly look at the cash register's screen, hoping he didn't notice me eyeing him. I then nod and tap his order on the screen, "Will that be for here or to-go?"

The man starts typing on his phone before responding, "For here."

Fuck. I really didn't want to have to clean today.

"Okay, sounds good, $3.45 is your total for today," I swing the payment screen towards him, showing the price. (a/n: im too lazy to convert the price from usd to won)

He uses a card to pay and I give him his receipt, "Take a seat anywhere you'd like. Your coffee will be out shortly."

"Thank you," he bows his head slightly and I do the same.

He, very quickly, walks away and sits down at a table. As soon as he sits down, he immediately whips his head to his phone and starts typing aggressively. I swear he even growled at it.

Okayyy thenn. I then spin myself around, facing the coffee machines, and begin making his order. The café was completely empty, other than, of course, the cat onesie man. Neither of us spoke and we could only hear was the music softly playing from the café speakers.

"I hate you guys," the man scowled into his phone.

I turn back around towards the counter to make a leaf design with foam on the top of his coffee. I couldn't hear the other person on the phone but it was visibly obvious that the man was annoyed despite his sunglasses and mask.

After finishing the foam design, I gently place the cup onto a small plate. I walk over to the table that the man is sitting at and smile at him.

"Your coffee, sir," I placed the coffee on the table and smoothed down my apron, "Would you like anything else?"

He shakes his head, "Thank you."

I bow my head and return behind the counter.

As he drinks the coffee, I begin to mop the floor. While I'm mopping, the man leaves.

"Thank you for coming!" I call out as he goes through the door.

I turn over to the table and see a half-drunken cup and roll my eyes. Are you kidding me? He didn't even finish his coffee. I pick up the cup in one hand and use the other to wipe down the table.

< POV | MYG >

I rush out of the café as soon as Jungkook calls me and lets me know that the dare's over and that I can return to the dorms.

"Hyung, it's not my fault you lost the bet!" Jungkook called out once he heard the doorbell at the café ring loudly.

"When I get back, get ready to die, Jeon," I muttered under my breath.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, IT ISN'T MY FAULT THAT YOU SUCK AT MARIO KAR-."

I hang up, cutting off his pleading. Today was the day that the world would lose its golden maknae.

I slam open the door to the dorm and yell to the roof, "WHERE IS HE?"

I slowly move my head down when I hear snickering behind the couch, and smirk. Rookie mistake, Kook.

I slowly creep towards the couch, tip-toeing so that he couldn't hear my footsteps. I probably look like a dinosaur right now, but that doesn't matter right now. On three. One. Two. Th-

Hoseok's laughter spread throughout the entire room. I turned my head towards him and see him bent over, his hands on his knees. He was crying with laughter.

"Oh my god," he wheezed and pointed at me, "what are you WEARING?"

I stand up straight and clear my throat while taking off my sunglasses. Soon after, Jungkook stands up and looks around, confused. He then locks eyes with me.

I grin, "Hey Kook."

Gulping, "Hello..."

"You're dead," I launch myself at him and tackle him. Hoseok gasps and covers his mouth with his hands.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE, HELP ME PLEASE!" he shrieks, begging Hoseok as I hit him with the couch pillow.

After a couple of hits, he pauses, which makes me pause as well. As I'm about to hit him with the pillow again, he catches it and smirks at me.

"I think you've forgotten that I'm twice as strong as you, hyung," he threatens and raises an eyebrow.

I do the same, "I'm about to beat the shit out of you."

As Jungkook and I are staring each other down, ready to attack, a voice booms through the living room, "Are you making a mess in MY living room?"

Jungkook and I immediately whip our heads towards the voice's owner, it was Jin. The both of us immediately got up and fixed the couch pillows.

The eldest squints his eyes and looks around the room and then looks me up and down.

"Dude, what are you wearing right now?" he crosses his arms, amused.

I pinch my nose bridge in annoyance and glared at Jungkook, who was beside me, "I lost a bet."

Jungkook grins and bows, "Sorry, sir!"

I huffed loudly, "I'm changing out of this stupid onesie and getting some coffee since you interrupted me and I couldn't finish my first one."