❞Venti Macchiato, please.❝ minjoon ✔

❞ Chapter IV ❝

Today was going to be a good day.

It’s raining, meaning that the weather is perfect for clients to actually try to find something good about the day and negotiations over their conference table are less abrasive. It also means that there’s usually less people keeping Namjoon from his morning cup of coffee that is one of the only highlights of his mornings.

The afternoon coffees are also a highlight, especially since in the afternoon it’s the one break Namjoon has between bickering couples deteriorating into valid proof that romance is dead.

It was going to be a great day. The case that he and Seokjin had been working on was going to come to a close, the couple finally agreeing on terms of their divorce and signing the paperwork. It’s the little things in his week that Namjoon enjoys. Closing disputes between feuding couples with Seokjin at his side, listening to perfectly crafted music playlists that he spends his weekends working on, reading the enthusiastic post-it notes from his secretary after lunch, and his morning coffee, made just for him.

It’s also the little things that have Namjoon stumbling over his own feet, perfect stream of thought and routine crashing to a halt as he reads the perfectly written NahmjuN with a squiggle beside it. This isn’t just an incompetent barista who can’t be bothered to write names properly. This is intentional.

This is a personal attack and Namjoon knows it.

“What the heck?” Namjoon says aloud into the phone receiver, staring at the name even after he’s stepped back outside the café.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon tells Seokjin. Outbursts like this over a cup of coffee aren’t what Namjoon should be spending his morning time with. There are far more important things he should be doing with his time, not acknowledging how his barista is a disrespectful child.

Who does he even think he is?.

“What’s your name today?” Seokjin asks, and Namjoon can hear the celebrated amusement on his partner’s voice.

“Shut up.” It doesn’t matter. Namjoon doesn’t care. He has his coffee, his incorrectly labeled coffee, but still his coffee.

There are more important things in life.

“Have you told him off yet?” Seokjin asks.

“We’re not talking about this,” Namjoon tells him firmly. There are much more important things in life, and Namjoon doesn’t have time to amuse Seokjin by getting annoyed at his café barista. He doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter. Namjoon isn’t annoyed. He’s too busy to be annoyed.

“Maybe you can spell your name for him next time,” Seokjin suggests, not even bothering to mask the laughter in his voice.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon tells his partner, slipping back into the driver’s seat of his car. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m kind of funny,” Seokjin tells him. Namjoon rolls his eyes, trying not to sigh into the phone. “You laugh at my jokes.”

“No one else does,” Namjoon points out. “Speaking of which, please don’t make any jokes in the meetings today. I know you’re trying to lighten the mood, but just don’t. I want to close this today, not tomorrow and not next week.”

“Fine,” Seokjin says, the humor fading from his voice. “Enjoy your coffee.”

The thing is, Namjoon does. He always does.