Seven days a week

Mondays
were always slow to start. The customers were quiet, with their thoughts still on Saturday and Sunday. All the fun, or less fun things they had done, a memory. Or their minds focused on the week ahead.

And here he was, standing behind the counter, waiting for customers to come in.

A couple came in a few minutes ago. He could feel they were tense and didn't speak much, so he completed their orders without chitchat. The guy was tall, with longish curly hair and a piercing on the side of his bottom lip. His lips were full and soft looking, ready to be kissed.
Taehyung wondered how the cold metal would feel on his lips. Or was it warm from his body temperature?
There were also some tattoos peeking from under the sleeve of his white shirt and Taehyung wondered how far they would go up and if there was more art hidden on his body. The guy looked trained.
And to top everything off, he was so damn handsome.

Taehyung had ogled him while they ordered, and he was ogling the guy now how he crossed his arms and his biceps stood out.

The more he looked at him, the more Taehyung started to picture him.

Naked.
Fucking.
Him.

Taehyung shook his head, ready to slap his own cheek in the middle of the café to come to his senses and focus on a new customer, stepping up to the counter and ordering one of their fancy drinks, whose name was some fantasy bullshit.

His eyes soared over the Keurig to the couple in the corner. Tension was still there and it didn't look pleasant. The woman was talking, emphasizing her words with hand gestures. The guy still had his arms crossed, saying a few words, calm and collected.

She suddenly gripped her iced Frappuccino and threw the contents at the guy, soaking him. The few guests that occupied the café gasped surprised and in excitement, being a witness to this dramatic scene.

Taehyung finished preparing the drink and handed it over to the new customer, who left straight away.

The woman had left after the incident and the guy was still sitting there, Frappuccino dripping from his body.

Taehyung grabbed a towel and some napkins and headed over to the table.
Some liquid was on the table, some on the floor, and the rest on the hot guy's face and chest, slowly soaking down the shirt to his waistline.

„Here," Taehyung says, handing the towel to the Hot Guy who was now doused in Frappuccino. He was looking up. A wet curly hair strand fell into his eye and he brushed it away. He was looking at Taehyung, really looking at him now.
His eyes were dark and Taehyung felt like drowning in them. Like deep down in the ocean and never coming back to the shore.

The guy slowly untangled his arms and reached for the towel. Their fingers brushed and Taehyung felt goosebumps rise on his arms.
„Thanks," he answered and wiped his face while Taehyung cleaned the table. He was about to bend down when the guy grabbed his shoulder and leaned forward to get out of his seat.
„No, let me."

His hand was warm and Taehyung felt the warmth seep through the fabric of his shirt and into his skin, searing him.
„No, it's okay," he replies and leans down further.
„No, please," the guy says and leans down two.

Their heads bump together, and Taehyung looks up.

They were too close.

Taehyung could smell a subtle cologne under the prominent smell of the Frappuccino. He saw a mole he didn't notice from the distance. He noticed his thick lashes and the inviting lips even more with that fucking, intriguing piercing.

„Please, let me clean it up. It's the least I can do," The Hot Guy says in a quiet and deep voice. That wasn't helping Taehyung's heart rate at all. He blinked once and licked his lips. He saw the guy's eyes following his gesture.