My Helper

DAISY

TAEHYUNG'S P. O. V.

"ahh why is it so damn hard to find a normal job with high income!"

I whined loudely, surrounded with numerous newspapers and magazines covered with job articles.

"I told you Tae. There's no need."

Jin hyung said as he entered my messy room with a tray. A coffee cup placed on the wooden board.

"But hyung, I can't always rely on you for everything. And I am even interfering your personal space."

He quietly kept the coffee near my laptop and ruffled my hair.

"Tae. Don't ever say that. It's nice staying with someone than staying alone. Now take some rest and have some coffee."

He smiled gently and went out of the room. I smiled to myself. His little efforts to brighten up my mood never fails.

I looked at the cup and smiled wider. He always writes some positive words on the cups in our café which made it quite famous.

And today, he wrote 'create'

I sipped the liquid. Flinching at it's vibrant taste at first before it got better. I wasn't actually a fan of caffeine. But the ones Jin hyung makes just make me want to try more.

Suddenly I heard some yelling from downstairs, in the café. Disturbing the tranquil atmosphere.

Well, Jin hyung owns a 2 storey building. The one on the ground floor is used for his café, and the one above it is where we live.

I quickly kept the cup on the side table and rushed downstairs.

The moment I stepped in the café, I could feel the sweet smell of caffeine. The fragrance ever so refreshing.

Glqncing around, my lips curved in a smile. Everything on it's respective place, neatly and uniformly as usual.

Jin hyung really takes a great care of the shop.