coffee // markhyuck

7

Disheartened and silent, Haechan went to work.

When he walked inside the coffee shop, Haechan tied his apron around his waist.

Checking in, he saw the few regulars; his friend Doyoung; a young couple who he had become friends with, Jisung and Chenle; and someone new. He then realized he wasn’t new- it was someone else.

“Haechan! You’re here and alive! After you left last night in that car, I thought you had been kidnapped or something.”

“Yeah, well unfortunately I think I’m still alive.”

At this remark, Mark frowned a little bit. He scratched his head for a moment, and looked straight into Haechan’s eyes. He smiled such a large grin that Haechan almost smiled. Smiled. The male rolled his eyes and walked away, saying

“Did you order something, or are you just stalking me, Mark?”

Mark beamed at Haechan saying his name for the first time. As the brown-haired male made his way behind the counter, Mark made conversation with Jisung and Chenle.

Haechan sighed, seeing that supposedly Sicheng and Yuta were working right now. Although they never really worked, they mostly made out with each other in the back room. Maybe that was a good thing, though, because whenever Sicheng worked in the front, he got hit on.

Once a group of girls walked in and hit on him so much he outright yelled;

‘BITCH, I’M FUCKING GAY!’

He had then proceeded to pull Yuta from the nearest table and kiss him.

Needless to say, the girls never came back again. Chenle, however, found it hilarious and the shop was soon filled with his dolphin laughs. Jisung just beamed at his boyfriend and drank his latte quietly.

Haechan managed the shop as best he could without any help and with Mark not-so-subtly staring at him.

Even after it was noon and Yuta had come out to help him, he stayed and made earnest conversation with him. Haechan glared at him for a good while, but after realizing his efforts were wasted, gave in and responded occasionally.

Mark was ecstatic to actually have a two-way conversation with someone other than Yuta, who mostly talked about Winwin.

“So is Haechan your real name? That sounds like a stage name or something.”

“No.”

“Then what’s your real one?”

“Why do you care?”

Mark frowned again, and Haechan almost apologized upon seeing the boy’s mouth turn down. He handed the customer his americano and smiled falsely, wishing him a good day. He stuck his hands in his apron pockets and leaned back on the counter, as Yuta snuck back into the storage room.

“I just wanted to know your name. Why are you so mean all the time?”

“I haven’t had the best couple days.”

Mark turned his eyes to a dent in the table, remembering the boy on the curb earlier that morning. He fidgeted for a moment before decided he’d risk asking.

“...what happened this morning?”

He got no response, however, because Haechan was busy glaring at a customer that had just walked in. Or rather, customers, because Jaemin had entered with Jeno in tow.

“That happened. They happened.”