Mingled Round 🍭 ateez slash challenge [⏯]

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bottom!Hongjoong
Top!Wooyoung

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Hongjoong is quite clueless.

He doesn't know about cafes and hangout spots around his campus, let alone those further away.

For his optics mineralogy class, San, a classmate not very close to him, was assigned as his partner.

San invited Hongjoong to work on an assignment at Kafeega Bisadaha, a cafe located about a mile from the campus. Just a mile, but for the love of Mingi, who loves sucking on Yunho's toe, Hongjoong had never heard of a cafe with such a foreign name. He's that clueless.

San argued that their assignment would use a lot of internet data, and the cafe had Wi-Fi. Hongjoong mentioned that their campus also had Wi-Fi everywhere, so why bother going to a cafe where you have to buy food or drinks to hang out? Besides, on campus, you can enjoy cheap snacks while studying. But San argued again that he wanted a new atmosphere; he was tired of the same old campus view.

So, in the end, Hongjoong just surrendered. Instead of arguing, it might turn into a feud, and that's not what he wanted.

They agreed to meet at three in the afternoon, even though their classes for the day had finished by noon. San still had a taekwondo club activity. Unlike Hongjoong, who was a "butterfly" student, meaning he went to class and went home, San was more involved. He said he went to class just enough to get his degree.

Armed with Google Maps, Hongjoong went alone from his dorm. Calculating the estimated time, he unexpectedly arrived at the location too early. Going back was inconvenient, waiting outside the cafe looked suspicious. But if he entered, he had to order something first. It was a dilemma. But eventually, he decided to enter. What's so difficult about ordering a drink?

Upon entering, he was immediately greeted by the waitress, who asked, "Under whose name, sir?"

Hongjoong frowned in confusion, "Well, I just arrived. Why am I being asked for a name already?"

"Here, the system is reservation-based, sir. Haven't you booked a spot before?"

Hongjoong became even more puzzled. "I came here because a friend invited me. He didn't mention anything about booking?"

"May I know your friend's name, sir? Perhaps, he has made a reservation."

"San. Choi San."

The waitress searched for the name on her iPad, "Oh, under the name Choi San, a reservation for two, with Kim Hongjoong?"

"Yes! That's my name! Phew, it's already reserved." He sighed inwardly. It would have been nice if San had informed him about this.

The waitress escorted him to a room. "Please, sir. If you want to order, just choose here, click send, and your order will be delivered here."

"Okay, thank you."

They exchanged smiles before the waitress left and closed the door.

"Oh, so this is how the cafe is," Hongjoong thought. Unique. Each customer gets their own medium-sized room for privacy. You won't bump into other customers.

His eyes wandered, observing the interior of the room. The pastel pink color was soft and soothing, from the wallpaper, floor, to the ceiling. Even the furniture and decorations, like chairs, tables, and something he couldn't quite identify—large ornaments he had never seen before in his life. They resembled small door-shaped holes, like birdcages. But probably not?

Well, he needed to order a drink first. Following the instructions he received from the waitress, he sat down and scrolled through the menu on the vertical computer screen on the table.