3rd Floor || RenSung

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he ended up at a café.

to the moon was a quaint little place–brown walls with pale mauve accents that kept a cozy appearance held spicy chai tea and homemade apple pies, handmade pizzas and blue punch.

renjun never in his life imagined himself carrying steaming plates and chilled glasses, but life was far from predictable.

just as how one day jisung found himself trapped in the small building due to rain (he still couldn't afford an umbrella). good thing his old floor manager was the waiter today.

"jisung?"

"renjun?"