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7| the cafe

minho was really glad that han took him with him.
what if he was forced to spend time with his fiancé?
ugh, he didn't even wanted to think about that.

"what cafe are we even going to?" minho asked.

"the cafe on the fourth street. my friend owns the cafe and I can play whenever I like."

"is that the cafe you played three days ago?"

"yeah."

"what's the friends name?"

"what?"

"the friend who owns the cafe."

"oh, bang chan. he has a temper. sometimes is scary. but one of my closest friends works there."

"who?"

"seo changbin. chan is giving him a hard time these days."

"really? why?"

"I'm not sure myself. I just know it's pissing bin off, and that he's stressed about it. maybe he wants to fire him? I'm not sure."

"oh, interesting."

"yeah, we will see how this story ends."

they reached the cafe and han walked inside.
chan noticed him.

"oh, hi Han. you're here to play?"

"yeah, can I?"

"of course. and who's this?"
chan asked, pointing at Minho.

"oh, he's....someone I know?"
han wasn't sure how to address minho.

to be fair, even Minho didn't know what they were.

they weren't strangers for sure, but he didn't know if they were friends.
it was complicated.

"oh, well, I'm Chan."
chan said and he offered his hand to minho, so that he could shake it, which Minho did.

"lee minho."

"nice to meet you." chan said and he smiled.
he then looked at Han.

"you can go in the back prepare your guitar. and you? do you want something to drink?"
chan asked Minho.

"uhm, can I have a cappuccino?"

chan nodded.
"go sit at the table, I will bring it to you in a sec."

while Han was walking to the back, he noticed changbin behind the counter.
he smiled at him, and bin smiled at Han back.

he went backstage, prepared his guitar and went to the mini platform the cafe had.
chan already prepared a chair for Han.

minho ( on purpose ) sat at the closet table to the platform.

han started playing his guitar and sing, and minho enjoyed it.
he didn't know why, but he just loved the younger ones voice.
it was comforting, and he felt like he could get lost in that heavenly voice of his.

minho drank his coffee, and before he knew it, more then a hour had passed and hans throat was burning.
he decided that it was enough.

he went to the back and packed his guitar.

as he turned around, he was face to face with changbin.

"bin? what are you doing here-"

han didn't even finish the sentence and changbin started kissing him.
for a while, he kissed back, but then he pulled away.

"bin, anyone could walk in here and see us, this is not a good place to fuck."

"then we will be really quick."