Kopi Factory ;Huiwon

cup four.

.
    As shinwon in his timberland shoes, chest in a warm everest jacket. Black hair ruffled in style entered the cafe.

Something has been bothering him- and maybe because the aura of this place was off-kilter.

The cafe was placed on the second floor of the building while the first floor - lets say it was all white, an exploit that shinwon hadn't missed.

His mother and Mr. Yang, her long time Chauffeur entered the establishment with ease as if nothing was wrong and he was the only one left to stand on the empty first floor - all devoid of color, just plain white and a singled out clock that's also white.

White.

And yet the real cafe was the opposite of it. Far-off on the devoid of color, the cafe has lots of it. Shinwon couldn't explain that it was off balanced, everything was off balanced. From the paintings on the wall, nude and then brown. The lights on the ceiling as the other one was emitting bright orange and the other was bright yellow. The floors even had something wrong, it was also in nude and peach.

Because of that shinwon has to ask why.

The color was disturbing shinwon, its as if his surroundings was ticking him off to the point of boiling his insides.

He wanna scream, 'SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE, CANT ANYONE SEE IT?'

but as he sees the busy employee's, his grandmother talking to one of the staffs with a smile in her face while Mr. Yang, looks at a small boy in a brown uniform and checkered hat putting up new packs of cookies in the counter; a joyful young boy with fake freckles that annoyingly suited him came facing shinwon in the counter saying,

'Hello, welcome to Kopi Factory. What should I get for you?'

Shinwon forces himself to look at the menu on top and weirdly, the menu has numbers  pinned, just dangling below the rectangular menu box.

9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0

That and every single one of them has a different color, like nine was light purple and eight was teal and seven was dark blue.

It was ugly.

Too preoccupied, too bothered by the dangling numbers - the young barista who was known as Kino, cleared his throat to acquire shinwon's attention.

'What can I get for you?'

Shinwon immediately ordered, something plain - something normal. Black coffee. Nothing else. Even if he doesnt like his coffee strong, he ordered that.

Shinwon felt that he need to cleanse his body with bitter taste to convince himself that everything in here was still normal.

How could you make black coffee, have exceptional taste? It was that. Black Coffee.

Just bitter.

And when Kino punched in his order saying the price, shinwon paying it. A lanky man with soft grey hair and plump bottom lips came walking into the counter to look at his order.

His walk, not confident yet not shy. Just enough to say that he was just a common human being in this cafe full of uncanny. Nevertheless, his delectable aura and hands reached into the counter.

And Shinwons hand that was placed at the counter just inches close to the other boy fingertips, removed it.

Shinwon felt the underlying tension of attraction towards the boy in front of him.

'Black Kopi.' he mouthed, eyes jading the word before glancing up at shinwon, scanning his face then up to his eyes before down again.

And yet the contact of their gaze caused shinwon's heart to beat.

'Whats your name?' the boy asked, the small soft voice was taking shinwons all interest  as the boy took a simple cup - it was grey.

'Shinwon.' he stated, all clear and yet he could hear the breathing in and out of his nose as he watched the boy in front of him write his name, jaw slanted and face adored with beauty.

Shinwon was left to clench his hand as he saw the boy nod to him. No smile, no expression.

And he waited at the table while his grandmother still spoke to the staff, Mr. Yang still looking at the working boy, and shinwon intently grazing as the lanky boy who given him a second-to-none glance and yet his heart pumped, the sound reaching his ears, made his coffee.

Shinwon was beguiled, once again.