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Café

Johnny woke up early to catch his first shift at Universe. He dressed in what Doyoung had told him; black bottoms and a white shirt. Jeans should be okay?

When he walked into the café, he first saw Lay wiping down empty tables and balancing on one foot to reach across them to tuck in chairs. Johnny looked up and found Doyoung yawning tiredly and rubbing his eyes.

He looked up and blushed upon seeing the American.

"Hey!" Johnny said, the usual, natural happy virus in him bursting through.

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Doyoung cleared his throat awkwardly and looked down at the wooden surface he leaned on. "H-Hi," he mumbled and bit his lip.

Johnny leaned on his hands at the till with a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

Doyoung nodded softly and said, "G-Good, thank you."

"Hey, Johnny! Glad to see you!" Lay said as he walked up to him, breaking the awkward silence between the others. "We'll be opening soon, so let's go get your uniform, yeah?"

He took once last look at Doyoung, who blushed at the older, before the manager led him out of the main room and into a store cupboard near the back.

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Doyoung smiled shyly and shuffled his feet, almost like a subconscious movement to make himself look a bit more presentable in front of the American. "Hey," he said quietly.

Johnny leaned on his hands at the till with a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

Doyoung nodded softly and said, "Really good, thank you."

"Hey, Johnny! Glad to see you!" Lay said as he walked up to him, breaking the pleasant chatter between the other two. "We'll be opening soon, so let's go get your uniform, yeah?"

He took once last look at Doyoung and winked, making him giggle shyly behind his hand, before the manager led him out of the main room and into a store cupboard near the back.

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The store room was carefully organised with brooms in one corner and a basket of clean towels in the other. Lay reached onto a shelf and pulled off a black and beige apron and a small nametag, reading 'Johnny Seo'.

"So, these are for you. I'll give you the spare uniform after your shift," he said shortly with a professional smile. Johnny took the clothes out of his hands.

"Thank you," he said. "What will I be doing today?"

Lay's eyes lit up. "Ah, you reminded me! Doyoung can't move very much today, so he'll be staying behind the till. If you could deliver the orders and wipe up tables with me, that'd be a great help."

Johnny smirked behind his hand and nodded, but the Chinese laughed shortly. Johnny raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Lay shrugged and turned to leave the room. "Something tells me you know why his hips are aching, that's all."

Johnny scratched the back of his neck. "Well..." he mumbled, and the manager grinned knowingly.

"There are no secrets in Universe, you'll find," he chuckled and left the room.

Johnny was left standing in the store room for a few moments before he looked down at his uniform, when his foot stepped forward and he found himself in front of the till again. He placed his name tag on the surface and picked the apron. Doyoung gazed at him from behind the cake stand and found himself smiling.

He watched with the arm of a broken gingerbread man hanging between his lips as Johnny tied the knot of the black cord behind his back, his long fingers effortlessly tying them.

Doyoung's heart rate picked up when he remembered Johnny's low voice in his ears, drinking up each pleasured sigh and sound Doyoung let escape from his throat. The older's fingers pressed further into the barista's shuddering body and he groaned in delight when he pushed way past the younger's tight ring of muscle and all the way down to his knuckles.

"Such a good little boy," Johnny praised him, and that glorious sound combined with Taeil's pretty hand stroking his swollen member relentlessly made him unable to hold himself up properly, and he fell against the American's hard chest.

"Hey, you alright?"

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Johnny's current voice made him blink out of his daydream. He nodded hastily and swallowed the biscuit. He had to stop thinking about their night, because it was making him so happy. Too happy.

The American pinned his badge on his chest. Grinning, he spread his arms and asked, "How do I look?"

Doyoung stared at Johnny's eyes and said, "Good. It suits you."

Johnny smiled. "Yes!" He fistpumped the air. "Now let's do this thing!"

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Johnny clicked in front of Doyoung's red face softly and stared at his suddenly vacant eyes. The life came back into them and Doyoung squeaked upon seeing their close distance.

The American laughed, leaned back, and pinned his badge on his chest. Grinning, he spread his arms and asked, "How do I look?"

Doyoung looked at Johnny's eyes and said, "Good. It suits you," truthfully, but he really wanted to say the complete truth and call him outright sinful.

Johnny smiled. "Yes!" And kept his arms out either side of him. Doyoung tilted his head in question, but then Johnny skipped around the counter and bit his lip.

Doyoung got the hint. "Hug?" He asked, and the American nodded. The younger parted his lips softly and narrowed his eyes. "U-Uh, I can't, uh..."

Johnny smirked. "Move?"

Doyoung blushed and looked down at the floor, kicked a speck of invisible dirt and nodded with a slight pout. Johnny's heart fluttered and he stepped forward.

"I'll hug you then," he whispered and wrapped his arms around Doyoung. He dipped his head into the crook of his neck, soaking the warmth of his body and said, "Sorry about that," 'that' meaning the twinge in his hips every time he'd move.

Doyoung rested his cheek on Johnny's broad shoulder. "Don't apologise," he said. "I actually wanted to thank you both."

Johnny started to gently sway them from side to side. "Thank us?"

Doyoung bit his lip. "Yeah."

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The door rang to signify a customer entering, and so they broke away from each other and nothing more was said about the subject. Whilst they worked, Doyoung couldn't help but silently marvel at the American's natural skill of socialising and carrying multiple objects at once.

Johnny would turn his head every now and again and oftentimes catch him staring, an action to which he combatted with either a wink, a smile, or a funny face to make him laugh.

Taeil had a drink there that day. "The uniform looks so good," he said and bit his lip, running his hand up and down Johnny's arm. Johnny wanted to peck his cute lips, but stopped himself. Was that even allowed?

Taeil's body sparked with acute pain as he walked over to Doyoung and struck up a conversation with him, pinching his blushing cheeks whilst Johnny cleared his empty cup away. "How had it been?"

Doyoung smiled at the cute man smiling at him. "Good," he replied politely.

"Word of advice," he said, checking his surroundings before he leaned in, cuped a hand around his mouth for secrecy, and whispered, "You'll hurt less if you do it more often," Taeil said before he hurried away from the till, waved to the two, and left.

Doyoung's face darkened red and he just went back to wiping his till.