askuroppa

Stolen

The autumn has come to its end and the winter is embracing – at least here. It's getting colder every day and when he saw the first snow the other day, Jinyoung cannot wait to come home to sleep since today, thankfully, he and the members finally have over three hours to rest. Their schedules are so tight and packed sometimes they're neck to neck with any daily routine—and they will always have to opt for the former.

Even Youngjae has fallen prey to the unusual amount of spotlights they won over since early that year and at the moment passing out once in a whilst is his side job. It's worrying Jinyoung and the rest of the members and the rest of their acquaintances, but Youngjae has been demanding to just carry it on and will make sure to tell if he cannot deal with the pressure any more.

Thanks to Youngjae's sacrifice, all of them got half a day to themselves before they need to pack their things. Hong Kong is waiting, and an award show has a stage dedicated to them. (Jackson can never stop squealing in Mark's ears, and Bambam just holds his irritation back because he is aware of the benefits of being nice to Jackson this week.)

At the moment, Jinyoung is alone, queuing. He's in the mood for folding clothes and picking up and throwing things. But in order for him to stay focus to do those, he's going to need two good shots of black coffee. The faster, the better.

Maybe it's the temperature, maybe it's the season, for he doesn't get caught wearing his pyjamas underneath Jaebum's jumper, yet. Thank God for that; it's the last thing he would want his managers to see . . . His 'big guy', Park Jinyoung will, as well, definitely make fun of him for the rest of the year (which has only a couple of months to spare itself) because he's finally the worse dressed Jinyoung.

'Ah, Jinyoung Oppa,' you greet him upon making eye contact. 'AnnyeonghaSEyo~'

The tired Jinyoung presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and then sharply sucks it, drawing air inwards. He lazily shakes his head, 'Is this how you treat me? A customer?' he lunges forwards and leans close to you over the counter, 'a special customer?'

'It's our joke,' you remark. 'No one is here to' – and then you notice his outfit – 'look at you . . .'

Jinyoung coarsely chuckles when you frown. 'Give me the usual—but make it stronger.'

'This is not a club,' you harshly whisper, stagnant in disbelief and eyes on his loose bottom garment.

He groans and lets his upper half of body falls onto the flat and cold surface of counter, unable to argue with you like the days before when things were still manageable and organised. 'Jebal . . .'

You give him a quick giggle and deploringly sigh, 'Okay, okay,' and then starts working on his demand.

'I ran out of energy to use flattery as my weapon today.'

'I'm going to sue you for trying to persuade me with your idol status.' You glance over your shoulder. 'Someday you're going to ask for my phone number or Kakao username and I'm going to send you everyday reminders of to take things easy. If you want to stay longer in the industry, then don't use yourself. Use only your abilities, instead.'

'La la la,' he slurs, head rocking back and forth that his temple bumps with the back of his hand and the graphite surface.

It sort of bothers you that he possibly is going to disregard just what you said, so you decide to make a mistake and let him get the tasteless order you somehow misplace.

Seriously: What is coffee without the colour and smell?

But Jinyoung is too wearied to care, and his Lifeless Jinyoung's habit of only checking up on his beverage when it's safe enough to toe his shoes off as soon as he reaches home surely will take its toll on him.

'Hopefully you go home to silence and comfort,' you double–meaning–ly say, patting his head. 'Please take a good care of yourself. Then only you can take care of other people.'

Jinyoung groans. 'Please graduate fast and pile some amount of money in your bank account so you can go apply at JYP to be our manager.'

'I miss the time you use to come around all sweaty and no one will scream your name or tell you that you need to watch over your image.'

'Ya, you're one of the girls who fawned over me—come on give,' he reminisces then whinges, bouncing his body impatiently like a whining child when you toy with him and his hot drink. 'But back then most of them were nunadeul, and then there's you, with slimy snot dripping out of your nose eW YA—'

'Oppa!' You hit his shoulder.

He gives you a quick chortle as his respond first. 'I need to take my leave now.' He inhales deeply and uses all the J–power he has in him to push himself up. He grabs the paper cup in your hold, weakly smirking. 'Wait for Oppa, okay?' He pats the crown of your working cap to return the favour.

Yep, you're paying for that one cup with the money right out of your own pocket, again.

Sigh.

'I'll take you to a nice snack time with any of the members – you decide – when I get back later,' he says, lifting only his pinkie finger. 'Yaksokhalge.' With that, he takes a couple of steps away and walks in reverse to the door to exit. 'I love you, too.' He points in your direction. 'I'll sleep well, thinking of your sweet advice for me, okay?' And then he waves. 'Annyeong~'