how the hell did kevin end up here? changmin genuinely had no idea. was he surprised when the older started teasing him for his choi chanhee heart eyes? sadly, yes. honestly, that was pretty dumb of him to not think kevin would tease him.
as always, the ravenette was being obnoxiously loud. that was just a kevin moon thing to do. how they didnt get kicked out? changmin figured younghoon had something to do with that. oh, the privileges of having a well-respected barista in your favorite cafe.
however, being too busy trying to shut the boy across from him up so that younghoon wouldnt have to try too hard to try and save their asses again, changmin did not notice a certain figure walking his way towards the brunette.
the tap on his shoulder visibly scared him, seeing as he definitely flinched before turning around to face whoever it was to, the brunette begged in his mind, try and help him to get kevin to be quiet as well as hopefully stand up and find his way down the block to his boyfriend's house. changmin was sure jacob would be glad to talk the fellow canadian in for the night, he was a nice individual.
however, that most definitely was not the case. right before him was the one and only choi chanhee a warm smile spreading across his lips as he spared a glance towards kevin before turning back to who he originally came to talk to.
"you look like you could use some help with him, hes acting quite like a five year old." the older had laughed, gesturing towards kevin who was, now that changmin thought about it, was acting a lot like a five year old.
"hey! ji changmin, you nee—!" the canadian was shut up with a peace of ice from changmin's tea being thrown at him, now opting to stop bothering the entire sentence to send an— hah, how ironic— icy glare in the youngest's direction.
"thank you, that would be very much appreciated. but you really dont have to." changmin really tried to not laugh at how kevin looked right now, but a small chuckle slipped past his lips either way.
"no, its alright, i would love to help you."
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𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.
أدب الهواةhe hated coffee, but he went to that cafe just to watch the boy who sounded sweeter than honey.