ᏟᎾᏟᎾᎪ ᏴᎬᎪNᏚ ᎾᏙᎬᎡ ᏟᎾFFᎬᎬ|| Ꮣ.YᎻ/Ꮪ.ᎷᏩ

6:30 am, Saturday.

Mingi blinks his little eyes open, slowly adjusting to the blinding stream of light flowing from his window, to his bed. Groaning in discomfort and annoyance as his alarm clock on his phone sounds ear splittingly loud, causing him to whine into his pillow. It was Saturday morning. Not exactly Mingi's favorite day of the week when it comes to getting up early in the morning, but this wasn't like any other morning where he is begrudgingly forced to get up against his will. Two words.

Free. food.

Free food not just from anywhere though, the promised free food comes from one of the most highly rated cafes around here. Not only do they sell one of the best and diverse menu of food and beverages, they are very known for some of the most delectable sweets your peasant tastebuds will EVER be graced with. That's how Wooyoung described it to him, at least. So here was Song Mingi, getting tortured on a Saturday, 6:30 am. For sweets.

It was not a big deal really, because he knew his friends really missed him lately. Between school, and studying for insane amounts of hours trying to meet deadlines that were even more mediocre, it was hard to have time for each other than random meet ups at the library. Honestly, the fact alone that they went out of their way to pay for his own food just so they can spend one miserable Saturday morning together with him? No way Mingi was gonna shut them down just for another day of inhumane levels of snoozing.

Mingi snatches his big bear that he named "Bubba", bringing Bubba to his chest to move him out the way so that he can tap his phone screen a million times until finally, he manages to slide his finger across the screen successfully shutting the damn thing up. He groans, and rubs his eyes open and wills himself to prop himself up. He has to meet with his friends by 8:00.

He stumbles half-dead into his bathroom, and has himself a good shower along with other morning duties. He changes into an oversized beige pineapple t-shirt, and a pair of soft grey sweat shorts and throws on the first pair or of white kicks he finds in front of him. He checks and fixes his hair on the wall mirror, The green in his hair was slowly fading into a shade of blonde and his overall hair was turning an ashy color and it looked so ugky to him, but he never thought much of his looks anyway, so he shrugs it off, tussling his parted combed hair to fix some crazy pieces that didn't want to act right and applies a thin layer of lip balm, and smacks his lips together as he's on his way out the door, throwing on a pair or sunglasses for his sensitive eyes.

He texted Wooyoung and Jongho in advance, letting them know that he's on his way, and that he had not brought his wallet with him. Of course, instead of getting a text back, loudmouth decided to call him instead:

"Mingi!"

Grr. In a split second, Mingi already regretted his choice to swipe the little call icon. Wooyoung was without much competition at all, one of the loudest people Mingi has ever come in contact with. He also happens to be one of his best friends, go figure why he didn't hang up or block at the big, high-pitched squeal that he now had to shake out of his eardrums. Thanks, Wooyoung.

"Mingi, we've been waiting thousands of years for your giraffe legg ass to get here! The waiters definitely think we're here for the free Americanos!" Jongho bellows.

"Um, Pretty sure that's because you're an Americano hoe, not my fault."

Says Mingi, making Wooyoung emit a very cute, squeaky giggle that sounded creepily close to that elmo monster. He could also hear Jongho huffing very clearly through the speaker.

"I just stepped outside my house, you rats."

Mingi says, as he's fumbling with his keys.

"You're telling me that we're literally offering you free grub, and you're just now slugging your giraffe leggs out the door? Mingi, the food here is literally grade A eggs and the waiters are as cute as puppies. I just want to take them home! Seriously, Mingi I bet you could work here!"

"Jongho, do you even see people as homosapiens." Deadpanned Mingi.

"You literally just called us rats seconds ago- But anyways, seriously, there's this one guy and he literally looks like something between a golden retriever or maybe a big baby polar bear and he's got the sweetest smile, and when he hummed while serving us Americanos I seriously felt like I was under some kind of pleasant spell."

And oh my god, this boys mind. As annoying as it was to Mingi that Jongho literally takes human beings and talks about them or in this case, fawning over someone. Describing them as if they were animals in his mind, a cross between a Golden Retriever and a baby polar bear actually sounds adorable as fuck to him, and he couldn't help but coo at the idea.

"Please Jongho, there's not a homosapien possibly alive who could bet that cute."

//He's dead wrong, fellaz sksks next part potentially done by tomorrow, but I don't know 👀