A coffee with 3 sugars - [JIHAN]

9.

"Jisoo, could you please bring this to table 3?" asked the lady, giving a tray to the boy. "The coffee is for the men table 9. Please... Be careful and don't mess up everything this time. Right, buddy?" 

The pink-haired boy nodded and grabbed the tray. He walked through the room with a serious face, not very comfortable. He served table 3.

Jeonghan watched him.

His name was Jisoo.

His hair was pink.

But he was a he.

He suddenly felt sick. Jisoo was coming towards him, a lovely smile on his face.

He felt betrayed.

Why hadn't he told him?

Did he played with his feelings?

Did he wanted to make fun of him?

Jisoo came to his table.

When she saw him, his smile widened even more. His eyes disappeared.

He placed the cup on the table in front of Jeonghan and returned the tray to his chest, still smiling.

"Here's your coffee!" He said with an innocent, adorable, soft, and sweet voice. "I see you didn't bother to take my advice and order a muffin. That's mean you will come back?"

Jeonghan couldn't looking at him

A boy, he was a boy. A boy.

He was Jisoo. The way he talked was the same.

But he was a boy.

Everyting was turning in his head.

Jisoo was waiting, standing there with a smile on his face.

But Jeonghan didn't wanted to answer. He didn't know what to answer.

Then...

Facing his head ache,

He stood up.

"I don't like boys." He said, coldly

As he turned his head to put on his jacket, his eyes met the pink-haired boy who had lost his smile.

His eyes were shining.

Maybe he was crying.

Jeonghan threw some coins to the lady at the counter and left the building, leaving Jisoo to his tears.

Alone.

On his way home, he saw the boy's face in his head. He saw his messy hair and his sincere smile. He saw the tears and sadness on his face.

He throwed up.