His fingers nervously toying with the backpack perched on his lap, Copter peeked outside the window once more, wishing that they were at the café already. Without a doubt, he absolutely dreaded this particular time of the day. The twenty or so minutes in the morning during which he was forced to sit in a car with Kimmon as they made their way together to the shop.
For the evenings after work, most of the time, he had been able to come up with something that allowed him to avoid being left alone with Kimmon. Lining up some one-off part-time job for the night, pleading for someone else (i.e., Bas, Tee, Tae and/or Mai) to come join them for dinner, pretending to have an engagement with a made-up friend, etc. But, unfortunately for him, it proved to be much more difficult to weave his way out of his daily morning rides with Kimmon without looking too suspicious.
Copter chanced a glimpse at Kimmon, who had his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. An awkward silence had been hovering over them for quite a while, but, to his frustration, he couldn't seem to break it. That was one of the major problems of being alone with Kimmon these days. It just so happened that, whenever it was just the two of them, Copter's panic levels skyrocketed without end, and he couldn't freaking remember how to act like a normal human being.
Like right now, for instance. F*ck! Mentally cursing himself, Copter quickly darted his eyes back to his left. He just realized that he had been unconsciously staring at Kimmon for God-knows-how-long until the senior ultimately met his gaze. Probably because he noticed that I was ogling him like some creep!!! Copter barely stopped himself from banging his head on the car window.
Given how his (disturbing) symptoms were worsening at an alarming rate, he really needed to accelerate his plans of moving out. It didn't seem like he would get over Kimmon anytime soon but, at the very least, putting some more physical distance between them should help minimize the possibility of the senior finding out about his feelings. Which definitely could NOT happen.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the café. Copter fidgeted in his seat, willing himself not to immediately spring out of the car. Normal, Copter. Act NORMAL! Taking several deep breaths, Copter impatiently waited for Kimmon to finish parking and tried to discreetly mirror Kimmon's movements of getting out of the vehicle.
Already feeling quite drained out by his stress-inducing internal drama, Copter wearily trudged alongside Kimmon as they walked over to the shop. But their footsteps abruptly stopped in unison when they both caught sight of someone standing in front of the café's entrance.
A surprised shout slipped from Copter's mouth. "P'Godt?!"
It had been about a week and a half since Copter last saw him. That day, after Copter had patched up Godt's injuries as best he could, Godt had specifically asked him not to come by to visit him again. He had pleaded with such heartbroken eyes that Copter couldn't bring himself to say no, even though he knew that he wouldn't stop worrying about the senior thereafter.
Copter's eyes instantly surveyed Godt's features in order to assess his condition. To his utmost relief, Godt looked much better than before. Although short of a full recovery, it appeared as though a lot of the wounds were healing up nicely.
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Café Pit-a-Pat - Season 1 (COMPLETE)
Fanfiction[Kimmon x Copter] Kimmon Varodom, the successful owner of a gourmet coffee shop called "Café Pit-a-Pat", is tired of his grandmother's efforts to push him into marriage. In an attempt to resolve his problem, he forms a brilliant idea that involve...
