it was another late night of work for changbin, and he was mopping the floors after having served minho his usual coffee. changbin tried his best to ignore the belittling eyes on him as he bent down to pick a straw wrapper off of the ground, exhaling shakily. when he stood up, he could feel the hairs on his nape stick up as a hot puff of breath hit his neck. changbin froze, eyes wide as he felt the warmth of minho's hands delicately touching his waist. he felt minho inhale sharply, then give a satisfied hum.
''you smell good,'' he whispered, ''like cotton candy.'' changbin felt a shiver run down his spine. swallowing down the fright and urge to cry, changbin wordlessly walked off to continue his job, leaving minho to stare at him from the distance. the blue-haired male quietly sat down, resting his chin on his palm as he curiously watched changbin's every movement.
''you know, changbin,'' the said man looked up as minho spoke, ''those trousers perfectly hug your thighs.'' the grip changbin had on his mop tightened, and the way minho's tongue swiftly darted out to lick his lips did not go unnoticed. changbin nodded quietly, adjusting his apron so that it would hopefully cover up his figure more. he was fully clothed, yet minho made him feel vulnerable and exposed as if he was naked. it's not fair. he blinked away the tears forming in his eyes, clearing his throat. he could sense minho was still watching him- as always- and he felt as if he could barely stand on his own. he wanted to go and hide away behind his counter to avoid minho's eyes all over his body, however he knew he had to finish his cleaning. each time he glanced up, he made eye-contact with minho. there was never a time where the latter's eyes were occupied with something else. never a time where changbin felt safe in his presence.
''can you please stop?'' changbin spoke up, breaking the silence as he looked straight at minho.
''stop what, changbin?'' minho tilted his head, smiling.
''st--stop staring at me,'' changbin said nervously, gulping as he stared with shaky eyes at the blue-haired man. the latter snorted.
''why, am i making you shy?'' he chirped, smirking. changbin furrowed his brows.
''you're making me uncomfortable, i'm being serious--''
minho continued to taunt, ''why are you shaking, are you all weak for me?''
''you--you've finished your drink, just leave,'' changbin said, growing impatient.
minho tutted, ''that's not the nicest way to speak to your customers.'' changbin frowned. he then glanced up at the clock.
''it's closing time, anyways,'' he said, ''i'll be leaving too; just go.'' minho sighed, standing up before silently leaving the coffee shop. changbin took a shaky breath, putting away the cleaning equipment. he then closed off the shop, and left for the night.
walking home, he could once again feel eyes on him.
