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2TH APRIL
Loud laughter bubbles from Kihyun's lips as he walks in through the café doors with a grinning Hyungwon in tow. There's a small, blue yoga bag hanging off his shoulder, Hyungwon's Porsche keys clutched in his right hand and a water bottle in the other. He easily spots Minhyuk sitting at one of the tables, folded up neatly on a plush, leather armchair, talking ten words a second with Changkyun.
"Really, Min? Let the poor boy work for God's sake,” Kihyun pipes as he moves to set his bag down onto one of the other three armchairs, placing his water bottle on the table soon after and handing the car keys over to Hyungwon.
Minhyuk sticks his tongue out and smacks Kihyun's arm before looking up at Hyungwon and smiling that sunshine smile of his, his expression immediately switching from friendly annoyance to pure adoration. Almost instantly, Hyungwon leans down to kiss Minhyuk's cheek, his lips pulled into a sweet smile, and Minhyuk hums in content.
Grinning, Changkyun picks at the collar of his black polo shirt, his eyes flickering from Hyungwon, who's sitting perched up on the armrest of Minhyuk's chair, to Minhyuk, who looks lovesick playing around with Hyungwon's slender fingers, and Kihyun.
"Should I just get the usual?” Changkyun asks, receiving prompt nods from all three.
“I’ll come with you,” Kihyun chirps as soon as Changkyun turns on his heel to head back up to the counter. He almost trips over his own feet as he walks up behind Changkyun, not missing the muffled giggles that Hyungwon and Minhyuk let out at the sight.
Right on cue, just as Kihyun parks himself in front of the countertop, asking Changkyun about his classes and whether Jooheon's doing okay, Hoseok appears from one of the few doors behind the counter.
He's dressed in a blue flannel, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off pale, snowy skin and tight jeans, with a mop of blonde hair sitting messily on his head. There is a pair of thin, wire glasses perched on his cute, little nose, and Kihyun thinks Hoseok is the most gorgeous boy he's ever set his eyes on.
Changkyun only grins, giving both, Kihyun and Hoseok, a knowing look, and busies himself with blending some type of coffee with ice and milk.
“Hi, you,” Kihyun chimes through a big smile, leaning onto the countertop on his elbows when Hoseok walks up to stand right in front of him. The brunette brings a hand up to hook his fingers under Hoseok's chin, softly running a thumb over the soft lines of his jaw in a sweet, heart-melting gesture.
Hoseok eyes immediately brim with mirth and he turns his head to press a quick kiss to Kihyun's wrist, right over his pulse. He looks Kihyun up and down, feeling his heart flutter at how adorable he looks in his cropped baby boy shirt and the calf-length yoga tights he's wearing. The shirt is short enough to leave Kihyun's belly piercing on display, his pants rest low enough to show the sharp lines of his hips, and Hoseok thinks he might just go crazy, because Kihyun is so captivating in every possible way.
“You look so cute right now I think I might just cry,” Hoseok whines, and when Kihyun giggles, his eyes glittering like pieces of diamond, Hoseok is sure he can see the moon in them, bright and resplendent.
Kihyun leans closer over the countertop to press a clumsy kiss to the corner of Hoseok's mouth, his pink, bow lips still curled into a smile when he draws away. Hoseok feels his legs turning to jelly under him.
“Why are you so cute? Stop being so cute. I can't handle this,” Hoseok demands playfully, and Kihyun runs a hand through Hoseok's hair before dropping it back down onto the countertop.
“You're too much,” Kihyun says through a big, pretty smile. He's practically glowing, shining with the light of a billion galaxies, and Hoseok can't help but feel a burst of fondness and love for the boy in front of him -- his Kihyun, whom he actually gets to call his now.
Looking back at Hyungwon over Kihyun's shoulder, watching as his roommate laughs fondly into Minhyuk's hair, Hoseok ponders, “At least Hyungwon found someone to drag along to yoga.”
“It was actually pretty nice. We had a good time,” Kihyun confesses, his lips pressed into a thin line and his fingers fiddling absently with the thin, silver chain hanging around his neck. A small, blue pendant hangs from it, glinting under the afternoon sun. Hoseok had bought it for him a few days ago when they were passing by a jewelry store after brunch, and Kihyun always finds himself playing around with it every now and then. “When do you get off your shift?”
Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, glancing down at his wristwatch. “Like, in twenty minutes and then I'm all yours,” he says. “Do you mind waiting?”
Kihyun shakes his head. “Not at all. I'll just be third wheeling over there with those two,” he sighs, gesturing over his shoulder at Minhyuk and Hyungwon, and Hoseok beams at him before kissing his lips and padding away to one of his co-workers.
When Kihyun plops onto one the armchairs next to Minhyuk, a huge, dopey smile on his face and eyes twinkling, Hyungwon has run out to grab something from his car, and Changkyun is setting their drinks on the table -- two iced Americanos for the lovebirds and a ginger iced tea for Kihyun.
Minhyuk picks up his Americano, flashing Changkyun a quick smile as the younger boy retreats back to the counter. The plastic of the cup crackles under the pressure of his fingers when Minhyuk takes the straw between his lips. Sipping slowly at his drink, he watches Kihyun with quiet eyes, taking full notice of how the brunette is practically glowing even while swirling a straw around in his own drink.
“You look good,” Minhyuk finds himself saying. He's met with a confused Kihyun peering up at him through thick eyelashes and a messy fringe of brown curls that's fallen over his forehead.
Reaching to brush Kihyun's soft, velvet hair away from his eyes, Minhyuk smiles like Kihyun means the absolute world to him. “You look happy, Ki,” he emphasises, gently thumbing at Kihyun's cheekbone for a brief moment and dropping his hand back down onto his lap.
Kihyun swipes his tongue over his lips, turning to look over at Hoseok, who's milling behind the countertop, tousling Changkyun’s hair and getting scolded by Kwangji for flirting with customers during his shift. Minhyuk doesn't miss the way Kihyun's eyes light up, like Christmas lights, when Hoseok looks back at Kihyun and scrunches his nose up at him.
Instead, Minhyuk feels so much comfort and contentment in knowing just how enamoured Kihyun, his best friend, whom he loves more than anything and everything else, is with this boy. The fact that Kihyun has agreed to trust himself with someone other than Minhyuk, or even Junhui for that matter, fills Minhyuk's heart with so much felicity and adoration, and he's sure Hoseok feels the same way.
Hoseok mouths something to Kihyun, a few, select words that fill Kihyun's cheeks with a soft red that just makes his smile look even more radiant. So with a deep breath and a pounding heart, Kihyun hums. “I am happy.”