Jeongin walks into the cafe with his head held high and his black hair freshly permed resting above his eyebrows. He's wearing a grey graphic t-shirt with baggy blue jeans and some silver accessories here and there. It was his typical style that made him look like a fashion model straight out of Pinterest. He shoots the group a glance then points at the barista. They nod in unison, then silently wish him good luck.
Much like the others, he approaches the counter with his confidence bursting through the roof. Jisung was kind enough to give him the rundown on what happened the rest of them. Apparently the barista had blown each of them off. Everyone from dark Changbin to sunshiney Felix. When hearing this, Jeongin had a few good ideas of how to play this out.
The barista isn't looking at him when he approaches and is instead trying to dry his milk covered apron. Jeongin clears his throat. Minho looks up and then offers his best customer service smile. "I'm sorry sir, one second I need to get a clean apron." He takes the apron off and tosses it to the floor, planning on picking it up once he was done with this new customer.
The group watched in horror as Minho removed his apron, revealing his plain clothes underneath. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed up high enough to reveal his beautiful biceps. And if that wasn't bad enough, the man was also wearing a pair of navy shorts. Shorts!
"That can't be safe," Hyunjin said, talking about the one thing they were all focused on. "He could dump hot water on those glorious thighs. They need protection." The others hummed in agreement. "Jeongin might need backup."
"It's too late," Jisung said, motioning towards Jeongin with a limp hand. "He's a goner."
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That Hot Barista
HumorJisung flirts with the out-of-this world, gorgeous barista. Only to just be ignored. So he calls in his friends for backup. They all fall for Minho so easily it's almost sad. Main ship is Minsung
