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🧋🍂☕️🌻☕️🍂🧋
- 𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ -
𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕠𝕡
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seonghwa stared at the boy, eyes glued to the way hongjoongs nose scrunched every so often, to how his hands naturally curled up next to his head as he slept- he found the boy stealing all of his attention. carefully, seonghwa leaned down- just in front of him, arms folded under his chin against the countertop, he smiled- lifting his pinky to tickle at hongjoongs nose softly, "hongjoong~" he whispered, and when the boy stirred he giggled,
"wake up, i'm here now."
"hwa?" he mumbled sleepily. It seemed like he couldn't really process anything going on around him. seonghwa hummed, fighting off the urge to stroke his hand through hongjoongs hair, "yeosang said you've been waiting for hours. i wasn't working today silly,"
hongjoong shot up quickly, wide awake as soon as the tallers words met his ears, "whaaaa? she didn't tell me that!!"
seonghwa couldn't help but giggle, "yea because they're annoying" only then, with hongjoong frowning, lips tugged in a pout- did seonghwa notice how close they were; and how fast his heart had been beating in that second. clearing his throat, he stood back, hands slipping into the pockets of his coat, "you fell asleep?"
slumping, the white haired nodded, mumbling, "i'm tired."
"how come?"
the producer sighed, jumping from his seat and moving to put his things away; back towards seonghwa, "i went to bed late last night..."
seonghwa hummed, and watched hongjoong as he cleaned up, back leaning against a table behind them, "can you try and get more sleep tonight then? so we don't have you falling asleep on my counter."
at this hongjoong stopped, peering at seonghwa over their shoulder,
"your counter?"
he chuckled, arms crossing over his chest; it was then hongjoong had noticed the tallers sleeves had slid up a bit- he noted how nice his arms looked,
"i do own the shop after all."
"you own white love??? i didn't know that!" of course he knew seonghwa worked as a barista here- but they didn't even think about the fact that he owns the store himself, it made sense now why he always did shop closing.
"do i not look like the type?" seonghwa teased, eyes glinting; hoping hongjoong would understand his little reference. hongjoong smiled sheepishly, cheeks dusting pink by seonghwas words, "no, that's not it. it's just- makes you seem all old is all."
