Compliments // Hyungwonho ✍

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Wonho POV

I broke three mugs (one venti, two grande), an total amount of five plates and mixed like ten times a total different drink then the costumers wanted to have - you could say I couldn't quite concentrate on my job.

And all because of me. Because I was a fucked in the head dumbass, who hurted the one he loved.

You hurt him, Hoseok.

My fingers clenched around the mug I just held in my right hand, left hand pressing some buttons on the big coffee machine.

"Oh for fucks sake, Wonho!"

"Huh?", I turned my head, staring right into the brown eyes of my chef, who cursed something and hit my arm, as a sign to let go.

I did. I let go of the mug and took a step back, arms hanging losely at my sides.

"This is - why the fuck are you making an Americano?!"

"I - I thought it said -"

"Stop thinking then! This piece of paper-", he held it up right in front of my face "clearly sayes Caramel Macchiato!" He cursed again and shoved me into the back, where no costumers could see us.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!", he asked quietly, so no one could hear us.

"I'm sorry... Shit I'm sorry, I don't know. Today everything is weird..."

He huffed and lifted his fingers to massage his temples. He looked totally stressed out and Wonho couldn't help but feeling guilty.

"I really am sorry, I promise I-"

"Go home.", he interrupted me.

"... What?"

"I said, go home. Rest a little bit. You're probably stressed out because of college and I was a student as well so I understand.", my chef said and breathed in for a long second. "I really like you Wonho. You're motivated and good looking, which brings a lot of money into our Starbucks. But I don't need you to destroy my whole dishes."

"I- okay.", I gave in, trying to gulp down the weird feeling which crumbled up inside me.

He walked away, after he told me goodbye and I turned around, grabbed the keys on the wall and stepped down the stairs to the changing rooms.

I pulled the door open and walked inside, letting myself fall onto the small wooden bench, pulled off my glasses and burried my face in my palms.

Everything was fucked up. I never got kicked out of a shift and I never hurted someone close to me like this before.

I let out a loud groan as I remembered what happened this morning.

*

I woke up because of muffled voices, sounding like they are at least a hundred meters far from me. One of them sounded high pitched and soft, like the person just woke up and the other voice sounded deep and kind of... amused.

It took me a few seconds before I realized who that voices belonged to - at least the sleepy one. And I couldn't help but clench my arms even tighter around his waist, as they already were.

I chuckled a little as I felt his breath on my neck - it felt amazing.

They tried to get him out of my arms, but I was so damn happy that I could hold him, that I wasn't ready to let go this easily. Maybe if the other guy had left, maybe I would have opened my eyes then, enjoy a few last seconds staring into Hyungwons beautiful big ones. But he didn't leave. Instead, I heard Hyungwon whimper right into my ears - and it broke my heart.