in which two boys enter a café to meet a short(-tempered) barista.
[MOOMIN CAFÉ]
EDIT: so this was sUPPOSED to be a fluff book, but suddenly a yandere popped into this so--the beginning is mainly fluff...? haha--i'm sORRY.
[the plot is still a mess]...
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"deal." jaemin smiled pridefully, knowing he had just won.
jeno sighed with relief and snatched the doughnut out of jaemin's hand. finally; let me eat in peace.
another point for me. jaemin happily relaxed his shoulders; he propped his elbows on the table and stared admirably at his boyfriend.
this is so good. jeno practically melted in his seatㅡbeing a whole moodㅡas he chewed his doughnut.
finally they shut up. injun glanced over at the two love birds; irritation prickled his skin as he began pouring warm coffee into a cup.
"renjun." the boy felt a familiar presense behind him. "you're spilling coffee all over the place."
injun snapped out of his trance, lowering the coffee pot with a startled expression. "oh, shit yeahㅡsorry sicheng."
the taller coworker smiled softly, staring at the puddled mess. "be more careful next time, bud." he patted injun's shoulder softly. "my shift's done, have fun with those two boys." he began to walk off.
"waitㅡtwo boys?" injun flipped around to stare at sicheng; he scrunched his nose up with disgust, thinking about jeno and jaemin. "why would i ever have fun with them?" the boy got defensive.
"i didn't know chenle and lucas were on your bad side," sicheng friend frowned confusedly. "what did they do now?"
injun froze. shit, i thought he was talking about those two annoying customersㅡ embarrassment flooded into the young barista. i'm stupid. sicheng was working in the back the whole time; he couldn't have heard my conversation with those strangers.
"they've just been really irritating today," injun mustered out, playing along; his ears were turning red.
sicheng pursed his lips, noticing the kid's red ears. "i'll...have a lil' talk with them later then. have a good day."
"you too. tell yuta i said hi."
"i'm not visiting yuta today, who...told you that?" sicheng stumbled a little with his words, taken aback.
"you don't have to hide it." injun rolled his eyes, cleaning the coffee spill with a nearby towel.
"i'll get going now." sicheng cleared his throat and rushed out before the kid could say anything else.
why am i still single? injun sighed irratibly. everyone is falling in loveㅡeveryone except me. chenle is even in love. he tossed the towel to the side and capped the cup of coffee. this isn't fair, injun sulked as he picked up the warm drink.
the boy turned around, about to hand it out to the customer only to find someone standing by the cash register.
just when things couldn't get worse. injun resisted a scream. i'm not in the mood today for pretty boys.
jeno nervously smiled at him, waiting.
"what do want?" injun demanded impatiently; he glanced over at the table in the corner to see jaemin 'busily' eating the doughnuts.
"i...uhmㅡi need your number," jeno awkwardly mustered out as injun made his way out of the front counter area.
injun groaned. he gripped onto the coffee cup stressfully. when will they stop? "please stop bothering me, i have customers i need to get to." he found himself standing in front of jeno.
"please i'm begging you." the boy sounded desperate. "my boyfriendㅡ"
"no." injun took a step forward, only to have jeno stop him.
"please." jeno extended his arms out to block injun's way. "i'm doing this because i have to. my boyfriendㅡjaeminㅡwants your number; please just give it to me, and i'll leave you alone."
injun stared with disbelief. "really now? are you saying i'm not attractive enough for you?" he scoffed.
what? jeno took the words in slowly, confused. "iㅡwhat?"
"i know i'm cuteㅡyou don't have to act like it's only your boyfriend who's interested in me." injun rolled his eyes, showing sass towards the stranger.
"no, i..." jeno furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what to say. "listen, my boyfriendㅡ"
"blah, blah, blah. the answer is no; i'm not giving you my number." injun stepped back cautiously, holding the cup of coffee. "now just let me gㅡ"
jeno grasped onto injun's free hand without warning, startling the barista. "please. i don't even care if you give me a fake phone number or whatever; just at least act like you're giving me a number."
wow, he sounds so desperate. injun narrowed his eyes, staring his held hand. "and why should i?"
"i'll...give you a high tip?" the boy smiled anxiously, not thinking any of this through.
"do you seriously think i'd do anything for money?" injun scoffed, yanking his arm away from jeno.
howamisupposedtodothisohmygodjaeminwhydidiagreetodothisㅡ "i'll do anything, i swear on my life!" jeno's voice rose due to panic, getting everyone's attentionㅡ especially jaemin's.
this shithead is causing a ruckusㅡ "alright, alright, just shut up then," the barista scowled, not wanting to make this a bigger deal than it already was. "i'll give you my friend's phone number." chenle won't mind; that douche owes me anyways.
jeno's stiff shoulders immediately relaxed; a rush of relief flowed into his body. "thank you so much; you don't know how troubling my boyfriend is to deal with."
injun sighed helplessly, the cup still in his hands. "your boyfriend is a coward for not asking me face-to-face for my number."
"he...did try to, if you don't recall." jeno's lips curved upward at injun's poor memory. "but you rejected him; and now he's forcing me to...ask you out, basically."
"and you're okay with your own boyfriend flirting with another man?" injun's face twisted with puzzledness, watching jaemin slowly chew a doughnut
"no, of course i'm not okayㅡi despise the thought of it." jeno hesitanted to continue on. "but i want him to be happy, so i gave in." he lowered his head shamefully.
it took a few seconds to get a reply from injun.
"fine, you know what." the barista set the coffee on the front counter and grabbed a piece of paper and pen out of his apron's pocket. "i'll help you out, stranger."
"what?" jeno watched as the attractive barista scribbled on a sheet of paper.
"this is my real number." injun handed jeno the writing. "give it to your boyfriend, and when he texts or calls me i'll do my best to annoy the shit out of him so you can have him to yourself."
"you'd...do that?" jeno couldn't believe what he was hearing, staring at the written numbers.
injun shrugged.
"why not? i don't even like him, and it's not like i'm gonna catch feelings or anything."
spoiler alert, he lied.
__________________ a / n : why do i feel like this is leading nowhere lmfao ㅡ at least i tried T^T but anyways , be blessed with this longer chapter !
