ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

gone. [luwin]

warning: death and suicidal thoughts.

sicheng took a sip of his green tea, his other hand busy scrolling through his instagram feed. it was currently winter, but he had to sit his finals by next week. it's the worst.

and he need to pass his english test or his parents would go berserk. so that's why he's at the cafe, waiting for his best friend to study together.

but of course, chittaphon is not really a morning person. sicheng texted him multiple times and he told the younger that he just woke up. sicheng didn't mind though, because he's used to it.

when he was busy double tapping on his friends' posts, suddenly a waitress came to his seat, with a plate of bagels in her hand. he furrowed his brows in confusion.

" um, I didn't order this ..."

" it's on the barista, sir. he insisted ." a warm smile left the lady's lips.

she gestured to the counter and sicheng turned. the said barista was watching them all along but he averted his gaze when he exchanged glances with sicheng.

the chinese smiled and thanked her. well, maybe it's not that bad. he took a bagel and bit it. the sweet cinnamon and sugar hit his tastebuds, and a grin was formed across his beautiful face.

right at the time, the cafe bell rang. ten came in, fixing his glasses as he smiled at his best friend. he was wearing a white shirt, beige sweater and a pair of light brown jeans. it's a combination of winter look and ten's style, of course.

he took his bag off his shoulder and threw it gently on a seat before sitting across sicheng. he looked excited for some reason. the younger gave him an unfazed look.

" I know I just got here but, the barista is a total cutie ."

" you're not even apologising for being late, but you got your eyes on him instead. understandable ."

" well, I thought you're used to it ." he winked playfully at his friend and took a bagel before stuffing his mouth with it. " I thought you don't like sweet things ."

sicheng smiled shyly again. ten's words hung in the air. he took another sip of his tea and eyed the barista.

he's really tall, like six feet. he was wearing a buttoned-up white shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. he has a very manly figure, too. he's kinda hot.

but judging from how he blushed when they made eyes contact earlier, sicheng could tell he's pretty shy. hard shells, soft hearts.

" actually... that 'cutie' bought me this ."

ten choked on his bagel. sicheng rolled his eyes and handed his tea, which the older gulped down after.

" are you fucking serious ?"

" why would I lie? I'm not someone who fantasizes about cheesy love stories with hot men, unlike you ." he said as he looked at the now empty mug with an expressionless look.

" touche. but this means I don't have any chance. I should've get here earlier !"

ten whined as he threw his head back. sicheng shook his head at the older's childish tantrums and got his textbook out.

" stop talking about men. let's get to the point ."

" did you get his number ?" ten asked, ignoring sicheng's last statement.

" no ."

that was all sicheng had to (or precisely could) say before the thai man stood up and walked to the counter. the younger face-palmed himself. he knew he should've lied.