greasy; w.jh, x.mh

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minghao

"hey baobei." i heard someone say, looking up to see a new costumer at the coffee shop i work at. he was smirking at me and when we made eye contact he winked. gross.

it wasn't that he was bad looking, he was actually quite beautiful with round brown eyes, black hair, a high nose and plump lips, but he acted really greasy. he was wearing a loose black nirvana singlet and black ripped jeans.

"what would you like to order?" i asked, gesturing to the menu boards on the wall behind me. his smirk simply grew and i could see the cheekiness in his eyes. "can i order something off the menu?" he raised one eyebrow at me and before i could reply he said, "can i order you?"

"can you not?" i replied, disgusted.
"i can nut." he said, winking again making me groan internally.
"excuse me i am a child of jesus christ." i raised my hands, putting two of my fingers together to make a cross in front of the greasy boy. he just laughed, showing me his undoubtedly gorgeous smile and said, "you're a lot funnier than i thought you'd be." then he became serious, "you're cute and definitely my type." a smirk replaced his smile and i groaned out loud this time. he laughed again at my reaction.

"come on, at least give me your phone number. please?" he widened his eyes and pouted at me as if that alone was going to make me hand over my phone number.
"no." i bluntly replied. "now if you're not going to order anything can you please leave? there are other customers waiting." he looked offended at what i said but only for a second before his smirk went back on his face.
"fine then. see you later baobei."

i didn't bother watching him leave and quickly started attending to the other customers, apologising to them for their wait. after i had served a few customers i felt a tap of my shoulder and turned around to see one of my co-workers and friends, soonyoung.
"hey minghao, seungcheol needs you to go to the staff room to talk to you. i'll take over for you." i nodded and thanked him before making my way to the staff room. seungcheol was the owner and manager of the cafe. i wonder why he wants to talk to me.

as soon as i walked into the room i knew why. sitting next to seungcheol on one of the couches was the greasy man from before. i tried to keep my scowl off my face as i bowed to seungcheol.
"you wanted to see me, sir."
"yes." he replied, "this lovely customer here has complained you were rude to him and wouldn't give him what he ordered." the greasy man was looking at me smugly and i wanted to punch the smirk off his face. who cares if i ruined my reputation as a tiny cinnamon roll and got fired he was annoying me more than anyone has.

"i'm sorry sir but what he ordered wasn't reasonable."
"what was it?"
"he ordered me sir and then asked for my number. he wouldn't take no for an answer so i was rude to him only because he was holding up the line of customers." after i said that seungcheol took a long look at the greasy man and then sighed.
"i understand now. sorry minghao. to make it up to you i'll take your shift. you can go home. i'll see you tomorrow." seungcheol smiled at me and then turned to the greasy man, "as for you, never bother one of my employees again. stay away from them and this cafe." he walked out of the room leaving the greasy man and i.

"aw. i thought for sure doing that would get me your number." the greasy man said and i scowled.
"why are you still bothering me? i'm not interested and i never will be." i snapped, grabbing my bag from where i had put it in the staff room when i came to work and storming out. i left the coffee shop and started walking home.