ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ⛾ (TaeWoo/JungYong) [SLOW UPDATES]

一: Jung... uwu?

Coffee. Black and bitter, brown and sweet, cold or hot. That's what coffee was to most people, nothing more than that.

But for someone like Taeyong, it was more than just a drink served in a thousand different combinations. It was like a way to link things together.

Caramel frappes meant long study sessions at the library with friends.

Iced mocha's meant soccer game celebrations.

Black coffee meant rainy days spent pent up in his apartment in too big sweaters, watching as water droplets raced down the windows.

But here, in SaumSaum Café, it was just a drink.

Despite the busyness of the café customers, and the whirring of machines behind him, Taeyong's head snapped up to the door as the bell above it rang.

Was it possible to see an angle? Because he swears he's looking at one right now, even with the rather large scowl on said persons face.

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

The boy scans over the menu, biting his lip. "A large double expresso with extra caramel please."

Taeyong just nods, typing it up in the machine. "3.49."

The boy hands over his money.

"Name for the order?"

"Jungwoo."

Taeyong stares at him for a minute, thinking quietly to himself before nodding, typing it into the system before writing it on the cup to pass back to the other working who already started making it. "It'll be out shortly." And that look of both contemplation and confusion hasn't left his face even once Jungwoo had gone to sit down.

Though, it doesn't matter much to Jungwoo as he tosses his coat and bag into the seat across from his, looking around the café a bit. When was the last time he had come here? A month ago? Two months ago?

He didn't know, he just knew that the large community bookcase was calling to him, in all of its unread glory.

He wondered if they still had that book here, the one about Greek mythology, and whatnot.

Though, low and behold, it was gone.

Mumbling incoherent curse words to himself, he decides to grab a different book, something titled Everything, Everything. His friend had gone to see the movie, and had been raving about it since, so he might as well read a bit of it.

Just as he settled down to read it, his name was called, only there was a slight miswrite.

"Large double expresso frappe for, Jung...uwu?" The barista seems slightly confused as she reads the name, looking over at Taeyong with a 'the fuck is this?' look, which is not all to uncommon from her.

"Thanks." Jungwoo says, grabbing the drink before returning to his table, looking at the cute scrawling on the cup jacket. And yep, sure enough, it says Jung-Uwu, instead of Jungwoo.

Oh, the misfortunes of today just seem to be getting worse.

First that mom hitting on him, then Soo-Hee dumping juice all over him, gluing his hands together, and now this.

He couldn't understand how the barista had thought his name was Jung-Uwu, but judging from the look on his face, Jungwoo knew it wasn't completely intentional.

"Why would my name be.... Oh, that's why he gave me that look." Jungwoo mumbles to himself, looking back over to where the female barista was chiding the one who had taken his order.

Well, at least the boy thought he was uwu worthy.

[A/N]
Only 581 words long, but still better than nothing, and this has been plaguing my mind since Taewoo was suggested.
I hope you enjoy, and please read my other works.
Thank you to DasConii for suggesting the TaeWoo ship.
Love, Siha.☀☀☀