SPILL THE COFFEE | jeongsung ✔️

LOVING OR LIKING

   Hyunjin packed up his things, hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to pick up his fanny pack. He pocketed his phone in his loose-fitting jeans and walked up to the counter, greeting the other barista already at work. "I'll be going then, Noona."

   "Alright, see you tomorrow," She smiled, her perfectly straight teeth hiding behind her lips. The older girl's grin always reminded him of Jeongin, and his boyfriend Jisung. 

   The pink-haired wasn't necessarily surprised the two were going out, they were always so lovey-dovey with each other, but he was shocked by how quickly they had grown so close. Only last year, the two stumbled into another—literally—and they managed to bond so well,

   And honestly, the boy was jealous of what they had.

   He wanted to hold someone just as close, get stared at with love and just, have someone that liked him—loved him, even.

   The boy was a hopeless romantic, and he knew it, but he just couldn't help himself.

   Hyunjin looked over at the freckled boy he met last week, or well, talked to for a couple of seconds, and couldn't help but long for his touch.

   His eyes fell onto his hands, which were softly playing with the fingers of the boy in front of him—Seungmin, if he remembered correctly. Now that he thought about the brunette, wasn't he on a double day with the regulars? Didn't he have a girlfriend?

   The tall male looked over at the two boys again, the bright smiles displayed on their faces and the endless small touches. Something about it didn't sit right with him but was it the jealousy he felt in the far back of his stomach, or the fact that something just seemed off?

   With a shake of his head, Hyunjin decided to pay no mind to it, in the end, it wasn't his business. He bowed again at his coworker, receiving yet another smile before she disappeared into the back to wash some dishes, and slowly made his way out through the front door.

   Even though his steps were quick and it didn't take him long to get outside, it felt like forever. The eyes falling onto the back of his figure didn't go unnoticed by him, and as he stepped outside, turning left, he just couldn't hold himself back—he let his eyes find their way inside, and surely, the blond was watching.

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   Jeongin stared at one of the many paintings hung on the museum walls, and couldn't help but think to himself. The colours, shapes and just everything about this abstract art, made him think—think about him and Jisung, their story and their love.

   It made him think about all the adventures, all the pain and all the happiness they've had experienced, together. Yang let his eyes wander over the canvas, the background was a cold, dark blue, mixed with greens and purples—he immediately thought of the betrayal he felt just a day ago, and how stupid he had been of even thinking the older would ever love someone else.

   Right in the middle of the canvas, various bright colours flooded their way and broke away from the darkness trying to consume them, Jeongin continued to stare, his eyes not being able to peel away from the work of art in front of him.

   Something was pulling him in.

   A smile broke out on his lips, "What you smiling at?" His lover asked, now letting his eyes look at the painting, rather than the other boy—who was too beautiful to be real. "See that brown spot right there?" The raven responded, asking the older a question in return.

   Jisung hummed, "Yeah, I do. What about it?" Jeongin grinned, "It looks like spilled coffee."

   With a light shake of his head, the older burst out laughing, earning weird looks from all the strangers in the museum, but right now, he didn't mind. He didn't mind the mean glares and disgusted looks as he took hold of the other's hand, he didn't mind because Jeongin was all that mattered to him.