americano | verkwan (edit)

one

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the upcoming day the rain was pouring down as the previous day. just standing in the tiny coffee shop he could feel thunder in the air outside, which caused a good amount of customers to come inside to get away from the electric air.

just as hansol walked into the shop he could feel the warm smell of coffee and walking up to his coworker working as the cashier and patted his back with a reassuring smile.

with an onglued smiled he served the customers while his coworker was cleaning the tables with a towel. he glance over at the corner table where he saw the boy the previous day and-

hansol's hands stop right there, right in the action of pressing the button on the coffee machine. the boy's sitting down, sunk into the cushions. he's wearing a brown, blue and red striped sweater, around his shoulders a light brown coat keeping him warm. since he wasn't wearing anything on his head there was so doubt that his hair was a deep blonde, the clearly visible cheekbones framed his whole face so well as he's sitting there sipping on his coffee and reading the same book as yesterday.

"yah! hansol!" a hand grab his shoulder and as he turn his head he sees his coworker, kim mingyu, staring at him nodding to hansol's hand almost touching the button.

"yeah?" hansol nod back confused and then realise that he had been standing completely still, staring at the boy in the corner for 30 seconds straight.

hansol looks up at mingyu and he shakes his head before lightly pushing hansol aside and press the button in front of him. hansol stare down at his feet while a furious blushing covers his cheeks and sighs. he feels someone pat his shoulder and hear mingyu's warm voice speak.

"it's okay, take a break, hansol." hansol looks up and mingyu smiles sweetly down at him and then turn around to the sound of the coffee machine. hansol just quietly nod and back up from the counter.

hansol's just standing there, letting his back rest against the wall in a gaze as he watches the rain fall outside. letting his gaze drift over the shop and stop at the corner again. but this time makes eye contact with someone. the boy sitting there alone is looking straight at him. his dark eyes meeting hansol's and he could feel his fingers shake and his heart speed up.

the boy's eyes had a nice look, they made him look... beautiful? before letting himself freeze again he draws his eyes from the beautiful boy and look down at his fumbling hands as he can feel his face flush red once again.

what's wrong with me today?

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