Sugar Rush

30

Sigh.

"Namjoon, that's your fourth sigh in five minutes." Suho rolled his eyes, "You are dulling the energy and driving the customers away from me."

"Whatever." Namjoon just made a face at Suho and started walking towards the kitchen.

Suho stopped him, "Oh, you are not allowed in the kitchen. Go stock the groceries. They came in in the morning."

Namjoon slumped and went to the pantry. It had been two weeks since Seokjin threw him out of his office. Namjoon chuckled. Well, his threats weren't that empty after all. Or maybe he was just busy. Yeah, of course, he was busy. He is the chairman of a company after all. Namjoon stopped in the process of putting the flour sack on the stand. He put it down, "Wait a minute. Why am I affected by this?" Right? This shouldn't affect him at all. He knew Seokjin was arrogant and mean. He was just another rich brat who thought he could have anything with money. But he was a lot different from others. He was rude, but he tried to understand other people even when there was no need to do that. He struggled to where he was and the struggle was not just some minimal inconvenience. There was much more to Seokjin than he showed the people.

Namjoon huffed and scratched his head, pouting a little. He didn't understand the emotion that was going inside his own heart. Sometimes, he thought Seokjin was hot, sometimes he thought Seokjin was cute and sometimes, Soekjin was outright rude. After about an hour, he finally finished the stocking and looked at the shelf, feeling proud of himself.

"Hey, Joon-ah," Suho peeked in the room, "Someone is asking for you out there. Also, I am taking my break."

Namjoon nodded and went out to the counter, "Oh, hey!"

Mew smiled, "Hey! Sorry, were you on a break?" He was wearing a white hoodie under an overcoat and ripped jeans. This time, he also had accessories on him like a ring on the thumb and an earring in the left ear. Namjoon was really impressed how Mew always wore something so presentable yet fashionable at the same time. And almost everything suited him.

Namjoon shook his head, "Oh, no. I was just working back in the pantry."

Mew nodded slowly, "Ummm... Don't tell this to anyone, but I have visited this cafe before. When you weren't here. I didn't like the coffee they made, so I asked for you. I only like the coffee you make."

Namjoon laughed, "Oh, that's alright. I am flattered. What would you like to have?"

Mew hummed, "Surprise me?"

Before Namjoon could say anything, Mew's phone rang. "Just a minute." Mew went to the side of the cafe, "What?" He waited for the response and then rolled his eyes, "I am doing my work, can you not order me around?... I am on the way, for god's sake stop making me run errands for you. You know who I am, don't you?... Yes, I know. I'm going there." He cut the call and turned to Namjoon, "Sorry, I'll have to rush." He turned back.

"Hyung!" Namjoon stopped him. Mew turned back with a questioning gaze. Namjoon pushed a takeaway cup towards Mew, "I knew you'd not get a chance to sit here and drink. So here."

Mew chuckled and walked back to Namjoon, "God! I am so thankful to have you in my life." When he saw Namjoon's expressions change, he smirked. "I told you, you blush too easily." He took the coffee and left Namjoon behind the counter, beet-red because of Mew's complement.

His trance broke when his phone rang. He picked the call, "Hey Kookie."

Hyung-ah... there was a sneeze on the other end.

"Oh my god." Namjoon sighed, "You caught a cold?"

Yes. Can you please cover my shift in the club tonight?

Namjoon chuckled, "Of course, bun. I'll go there tonight. Rest well!"

Thank y- There was a sneeze again, Thank you, hyung!

~

The night was cold and dark. The temperature in the city was constantly dropping making the night even eerier. The only voice that came from the streets was the footsteps as Hoseok walked through the deserted streets. He knew this was a bad idea, but he had to take the risk. As he reached the location, he looked at his phone. It was past midnight. He huffed and blew some air in his hands to keep them warm as he waited for someone to show up. After about fifteen minutes, he heard footsteps. His eyes went wide when he saw a few men with various weapons in their hands.

He sighed, "Ahh... fuck! This was a set-up, huh?"

One of the men shrugged, "Should have known better."

Hoseok immediately put his hand in his coat's jacket and pressed the power button of his phone thrice. Now he just had to make sure that he wasn't hurt too much. He slowly started stepping back and when he was at a considerable distance, he began running as fast as he could.

"Hey! Stop right there." The men followed him immediately.

The only thought in Hoseok's mind was to reach the main road so that he can rent a taxi and go to Seokjin quickly. After a while, Hoseok finally reached an alley that was a bit more crowded. He stopped for a while to catch his breath but started to run again. He thought he had left the men behind, but he was wrong. Just after a few minutes, some of the men were standing in front of him. He clicked his tongue, "Fuck." He turned back but some of them were behind him as well.

"What will you do now?" The man, Hoseok assumed to be the leader, smirked. He signalled someone behind Hoseok.

Before Hoseok could react, he was attacked by a baseball bat. He dodged the attack but didn't see a punch coming. He winced as the fist hit his jaw hard. He chuckled, "For every bruise, cut or broken bone in my body, you all are going to pay back ten times. Mark my words."

The leader laughed loudly, "And who will save you?" A man ran to Hoseok and hit the bat on his back. Hoseok yelled in pain and knelt down. If followed by a kick on his side and another on his face. He was expecting to be beaten up more, but the man with the bat flew a little and hit the floor, with a loud voice.

Hoseok looked up and sighed, "Run away. This place is not for you."