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Daily Order

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Fluff

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Word Count: 1520

Song: Butterflies
By JVKE

Minho would never admit it aloud, but the Mixtape Mocha was never fully open until Han Jisung stepped through the doors. 

Most of the neighbourhood regulars came in whenever they felt like it—before work, after the gym, during their break. But one person had a consistency that Minho could set his watch to.

Jisung always arrived at 7:30 a.m., precisely 30 minutes before the early morning rush at 8:00.

On Mondays, he would stumble in, half-dead.
On Tuesdays, he wore mismatched socks.
On Wednesdays, his hair would be sticking up like static clung to him personally.
On Thursdays, he carried too many notebooks.
On Fridays, he brought the softest, shyest smile of the week.

Then, he would order his usual: a caramel soy milk latte, with an extra shot. Sometimes he would get a muffin if he skipped breakfast. Minho would listen patiently to his order even though he knew it by heart. He even knew when Jisung would order a muffin. It was on Fridays, the morning after his recording sessions, that he usually slept in a bit, making him skip breakfast.

Every day, Minho waited for that bubbly voice and bright smile. Not that he would admit it to anyone, not even Seungmin, his best friend and co-worker.

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Friday. 7:25 a.m.

Minho was already behind the counter, pretending to clean the espresso machine, but actually checking the time every minute. Jisung's usual Friday muffin—a raspberry white chocolate one today— was sitting nicely on a plate,  already waiting for him.

7:30 a.m.

Minho looked up, waiting for a bundle of chaos to come rushing in through the doors. Nothing. No Jisung, no usual jingle of the door bells as he rushed in. Minho frowned, tapping the counter with his finger. Maybe Jisung got caught at a crosswalk light? Or maybe–just maybe, he was running a bit late today.

7:35 a.m.

Still no Jisung. Minho was starting to worry. Has anything happened? He wiped down the same counter for the third time, earning a funny look from Seungmin. "Hyung. "

"What??," Minho said, beginning to pace behind the counter.

"Stop worrying. He's just late."

"I'm not worrying," Minho protested. "And he's never late. Never been before. He came even in the snow when all the bus routes were closed. "

"Yea, he walked for 20 minutes in the snow just to get here."

"Exactly," Minho huffed. "That's some odd determination. Or craziness.  Hard to know with him. "

7:50 a.m.

By now, Minho had already made Jisung's latte and it was sitting on the counter beside the muffin. He had told himself that it was to keep ahead of the rush that would happen at 8:00. It sat cooling in its ceramic cup. Mocking him. 

The usual morning rush started at around 7:55, but Minho couldn't concentrate. He absent-mindedly took orders from regulars, a practiced smile plastered on his face.

When Felix finally came in for his shift, it was already 8:05 and Jisung still hadn't come in yet. His latte had well and truly cooled.

Fed up, Minho picked up his phone and dialled Jisung's number. After the eight weeks of Jisung coming in everyday, Minho had asked for his number.  A number that he had saved for loyalty card purposes and promotions. At least that's what he told himself.