The Devil Within (yujae)

5

Luckily for Yuta, his Saturday morning is quite uneventful. He gets ready and heads towards Ten's shop. He has been helping out on Saturdays for as longs he can remember. While listening to his music and walking down the sidewalk, he realizes the bright sun isn't annoying him quite as much as it usually does. Well, that's strange. Yuta would compare himself to a bat...or vampire for that matter. He would prefer to be out only at night or in the dark. He is not a fan of being out in the sun and warm, fun, nice places. And I thought I couldn't get any weirder...

Yuta walks in a few minutes after the shop has opened. He walks behind the counter and starts helping the next person. He honestly doesn't mind helping out. Which is weird. Other than Ten and his boss he doesn't really like interacting with people unless he has to. But filling coffee orders on Saturdays with Ten makes him happy. It's fucking weird...No I'm fucking weird. God.

"Hyung I am gonna take these boxes out back. I will back in a minute." Ten took an arm full of boxes out the back leaving Yuta to cover the counter. There were a few customers in the shop but no line at the moment. He was wiping off the counter when the door opened. "Good afternoon. What can I get you today?" He looked up and froze. It was him. He was back. "Hello again. I was hoping you would be here today." The man smiled at Yuta. "Umm..yea...I normally help out on Saturdays when he needs me." Why does this guy make me so nervous? Geez.

"Well like I said I'm glad you're here. I wanted to introduce myself and apologize for the other day. I wasn't paying attention. My name is Jung Yoonoh, but you can call me Jaehyun." He slightly bowed and held his hand out for Yuta to shake. Yuta shook his hand bowing back. "Nice to meet you. And please it was my fault. But I appreciate the kind words. My name is Nakamoto Yuta."

"Nice to meet you Yuta. That doesn't sound Korean. Where are you from?" There was no one else waiting so he leaned against the counter enjoying the small talk they were having. "I'm from Japan actually. I moved here a little over 5 years ago." He wasn't normally this open with people. But something about this Jaehyun guy made him feel at ease. I'm not sure if this is a good thing.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you tell me to call you Jaehyun if your name is Yoonoh? Oh, I am so sorry...how old are you...are you my hyung?" Yuta about died. He was usually good at finding this out first thing. Jaehyun just laughed, showing off his dimples. "I changed my name legally not too long ago, but every still knows me as Jaehyun. My birthday is 2/14/97, how about you?" Yuta thought he might die from the dimples instead of the honorifics mistake. Fuck. Those dimples. "My birthday is 10/26/95." He knew he was blushing but he hoped it wasn't too bad.

Jaehyun smiled but there was a hint of something else in his eyes now. "Well then...Yuta hyung...I don't think you have anything to worry about." HOLY FUCK. I'm his hyung. But damn does that sound so good coming from his mouth. What the fuck Yuta. Get ahold of yourself. "Ohhh...okay then. No worries." He laughed trying not to sound awkward. "So would you like another coffee to go?" He got the cup ready, assuming that is what Jaehyun came in for. "Yes, please. He took the cup Yuta handed him and winked, causing the said boy to blush. "Well Yuta hung, I guess I will see you later." He waved and he walked out the door. What the actual fuck?

"Yuta hyung, why are you blushing?"