𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.

𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉.

as much as changmin didnt want to go to the cafe just for a certain pink-haired boy, it was as if his feet would drag him there. by feet, i mean two certain disgustingly in love canadians called kevin and jacob. if they werent his friends, im sure the youngest wouldve slaughtered them by now. if he knew how to get away with murder, that is. he would probably trip over the body if he tried.

the brunette truly wasnt surprised was the ravenette who caused chaos to ensue made fun of him in any way possible, be it writing teasing sickly sweet and cringe-worthy love quotes on his napkin or catching his eyes and wiggling his brows whenever chanhee was up to perform.

how changmin hadnt left them all yet was yet to be found.

changmin was about to say 'fuck love' and dash (as well as most likely fall flat on his face, those stupid needless stairs always got him.) out the door when someone (younghoon. it was younghoon.) decided to place a drink in front of him.

"why dont you drink it, hmm? it will soothe your headache and maybe hydrate your throat. i guess it must be dry from all that whining you did." younghoon smiled, causing changmin to do the exact opposite.

kevin picked the cup up, looking into it before sniffing it, then scrunching his nose up and placing it back in front of the brunette, who looked rather confused. the younger canadian gestured for him to do the same that he had.

"what the fuck younghoon, this is straight honey! i wasnt screaming for fucks sake!" changmin exclaimed, sounding rather shocked.

"who knows, maybe if chanhee did what you were asking for..."

"kim younghoon!"