♤ house of spades ♤

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how could a cup of coffee make anything better at all?

all it did was stain everything it touched. the red lips of a pretty girl who frequented the shops, the scalded tongue of a young middle school student and the blazer of the most popular boy in town, kim namjoon.

jimin had been a barista at paprika bean cafe for a while now. he'd mopped the cracked mustard tiles endlessly and wiped every mahogany polish-shined table every thirty minutes and watched people drink the expensive drinks at the booths when no one had walked on through the doors for minutes.

but all of the strangest things he'd seen had been topped by what was in front of his eyes right now.

the boy was lanky, some muscle present, but overall just bone-thin. he wore round metal-wired from glasses that hung low on the bridge of his nose and a black beanie that was worn out and tattered.

jimin noticed how sharp his appearance was, how confident his walk was yet- he couldn't get the part where he had only touched the handle of the door and it fell off.

he sighed out in endless exasperation, bending over despite his sagging clothing.

"i'll pay for that." jimin didn't know what to do. he watched in amusement as the male fumbled around before finally getting to the cashier. but right when he was about to take the order, his manager, jackson, shooed him off to make the coffee.

dissapointed with the loss at an interaction with the strange male, jimin waddled into the back, restocking the empty shelves with beans of coffee, whipped cream, cinnamon before making the bitter and piping hot coffee for the tall costumer.

no, coffee never did good because the next thing you now, he is waiting the tall man his coffee.

"here's your coffee, sir." jimin set it down in front of the book he was reading before walking back behind the safety of a wooden counter.

"jackson, i'll be back. i'm going for my break." jimin put his apron on one of the hooks by the door, smoothing down his orange hair.

as if he knew it was coming, jimin shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the coffee to get on him.

hot, steaming and ready to leave a stain. except it didn't because it hit namjoon's expensive school uniform blazer instead.

"holy-" the older groaned in pain, jimin running to get a napkin. furiously wiping at the liquid that never did any good, and by no good, something was coming out of his paycheck.

jimin hated coffee, but he was good at making it.