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28. SVT Seungkwan - Love Language

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title: love language

member: barista!seungkwan ft. barista!members x foreign!reader

genre: angst (if u squint....like srsly squint), fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1687

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"Seungkwan, if you're going to stare, at least close your mouth. You're gonna eat another fly."

Hansol slaps his best friend on the back, hard, earning an over-exaggerated grunt from the blonde.

His eyes linger on the booth you and Jisoo sit in, crisp, clear English drifting through the air as the two of you lose yourselves in conversation, bonding over a shared language.

Something that Seungkwan doesn't share with you.

"I am not staring," Seungkwan scoffs, turning towards Hansol, "and what do you mean again?"

Hansol crosses his arms, shooting the other a condescending look. "Really? You're telling me you forgot about the time you nearly swallowed a -"

Seungkwan clamps his hand over Hansol's mouth, who grins smugly from beneath the cover. "Oh, so you do remember," he says, words muffled.

"Yes, but you don't need to remind me so loudly," Seungkwan hisses, "let me live, will you?"

He removes his hand from Hansol's mouth when he feels the moisture buildup on his palm, and scrunches his face in disgust. He wipes his hand on Hansol's apron, despite the sharp glare the male shoots him.

"When are you going to admit you're jealous of Jisoo-hyung?" Hansol sighs, stepping back a few feet as Seungkwan swings his arms wildly.

"I am not jealous of -"

Seungkwan's cut off by the sound of footsteps, and he turns to look, only to be met with Jisoo's unusually close figure.

"'Jealous of'?" Jisoo repeats, rounding the corner, a stack of textbooks in his hands. He kneels to dig for his apron beneath the counter, temporarily placing the books on top. Upon finding it he stands, raising an eyebrow at the duo, arms crossed, expectantly.

"Jealous of...his scores on the last midterm," Seungkwan saves, chuckling nervously, "because mine were at least twenty points higher."

Jisoo shoots Hansol a stern look as he ties his apron back around him. "You should study harder."

"Yes hyung," Hansol replies, smiling stiffly at Seungkwan, who mouths an apology.

Jisoo nods and picks up the stack of textbooks once more, returning them to his locker in the breakroom.

When Hansol is sure the elder is out of earshot, he rolls his eyes at Seungkwan's sheepish smile.

"Twenty points lower, you mean."

"Oh shut up."

Their conversation is cut short by the sound of a throat clearing, and Seungkwan's heart nearly stops at the sight of you standing by the register, backpack slung over your shoulder.

Hansol shoves Seungkwan forward despite his quiet cursing and resistance, and once Seungkwan is close enough to the register he retreats into the breakroom, leaving Seungkwan to fend for himself.

He sends you a nervous smile and you return it sweetly, making his stomach churn.

"Um, Seungkwan-ah, could I get an iced Americano? I realized my cup was empty, so I came...back?" You speak slowly and carefully, your pronunciation unlike that of a native speaker, and look at Seungkwan with anxiousness, hoping he understands.