That Hot Barista

Chapter 1

Here's the thing: Jisung knows that the barista is into men. He's wearing a little rainbow pin on his apron that says PRIDE, so Jisung is pretty secure in thinking he's at least bisexual. He also knows, after many years of insecurity and finding his confidence, that he is a good looking man. So, with those two things that he knows to be true, Jisung is left with one very big question. Why did the barista brush him off ?

He wasn't being a creep about it when he flirted. He had done it tastefully, he thinks, complimenting the man on his broad chest and soft brown hair. Asking him if any of the coffee the cafe made came in the same flavor of his honey-toned skin. He'd even giggled and played with his hair! All for the barista to just nod and smile and ask him if his latte was for here or to go?

The response had been so jarring that Jisung just stared at the man for a solid twenty seconds before stuttering out his answer. The barista had just nodded and waved him along so he could serve the customer behind Jisung. Three minutes later when his coffee came out in a to-go cup (even though he and Felix had planned to stay at the cafe), Jisung was still shaken.

The barista was gorgeous; tall, beautiful skin, toned arms. Definitely the most good looking man he's seen (outside of his own friend group) in a long time. If Jisung closed his eyes and tried to place the barista in a line up that included all of Jisung's modelesque friends - well he isn't sure he'd be able to say that the barista didn't belong.

With that being the case, Jisung wondered if maybe the barista just thought he was out of Jisung's league. Was Jisung just not good enough? He chewed on his thumbnail, now sat next to his soulmate and best friend, staring off at the man behind the counter. Felix reached to grab his wrist, tugging it from his mouth.