Coffee Boy // Minsung

Chapter 5

Minho was working his shift at the coffee shop on a Saturday night, wanting nothing but to go home and sleep. Even though he didn't particularly like working, it always looked like he did. He had a smile on his face, he was kind to the customers, and his eyes would sparkle just making a latte. He found making coffee relaxing, ironic considering his boss wasn't.

His boss was always a stone cold-jerk, but he seemed to hate Minho more than the other employees. It would make him wonder what he did that made him hate him so much.

"Here's your Americano M-Ms. Yuna", Minho said as he handed a lady her coffee. He paused for a second before he walked into the back. He didn't want to face his boss again, after what happened. Various scenarios played in his head as he played Minie Miny Mo with each option, trying to pick the one that had the least trouble for him. He wanted to keep his job, but if he gets fired.. well...he's fired...

He was staring off when his boss came behind him, holding an angry glare on his face. "You don't want your break? It started three minutes ago and you're still standing here at the counter."

"Sorry, sorry, I just got l-lost in t-thought for a m-moment", he took a pause before asking," y-you w-wanted to s-see me?"

"That's right. We have a few... things to talk about". "Ah, okay. Should w-we head t-to the break r-room?" " Yes, let's go."

Minho followed behind his boss, scared of what he could say next.

"You still owe me right?" "Yes s-sir", he replied hesitantly. His boss now had a look on his face that Minho couldn't quite understand. "About.. a million won right?", he took a step closer to Minho. "Yes, that's right. I'm s-still working to g-get the m-money b-back. I'm even taking less classes to make more shifts." "Good", his boss replied, getting even closer while putting his hand on Minho's waist, "we can just continue the little payments outside of your salary. Hmmm... I'm free right now, you wanna make up this money fast right? Do it now, but hurry, your break only lasts ten more minutes."

Minho felt his insides stir, and not in a good way. He couldn't do it, not again. It made him feel so gross, like he went dumpster diving or something. Just the thought of it made him tear up a little, but he couldn't do that. He said if he cried again he wouldn't get the "payment" fulfilled. He quickly wiped his tears and put on a strong face. If he was gonna do this, he was just gonna do it and get it over with, waste no time.

"Okay", Minho finally said, getting onto his knees. His boss dropped his pants and closed his eyes, waiting for his payment. Minho began, hating every second of it. He wanted to cry, throw up, scream, push him, crawl into a ball, but most importantly, he wanted to stop. But he couldn't if he wanted to make his payments.

After what seemed like hours, he pulled up his pants and Minho made his way to the restroom. He turned the faucet on, wiping his mouth. And he has the audacity to let it out into my mouth. How disgusting.

He looked at his reflection, hating what he saw. He looked so helpless, so fragile as if he could break at any moment. It didn't help he had a stutter. His boss only made it worse when he met him. In fact, it was almost gone, but the trauma he got from him just opened it up and made it so much worse. He was always embarrassed of it, but now it seemed like it had taken over, and he hated it.

He stepped back into the main area to resume his shift with a smile on his face like nothing happened. Customers came and went, and soon it was almost dark. He wished he could go home to sleep, but he has a night class he has to go to.

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Jisung arrived to class and sat in the furthest seat from the board. He was always the smart kid that loved school and his friends, but if it was past 6pm he was not having it.