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The exterior is cute, all-consuming vines and pastel flowers matching well with the warm-toned building. The interior is cuter, filled with wooden tables and modern chairs, fluffy couches and throws. Browns, greys and beiges with rose golds and earthy greens fill the space.
It's crazy that even though Jisung has been a student at JYU for almost two years, he's never been inside the college café. Yes, he had known of its existence, Chan, Felix and Seungmin frequenting it to study like the responsible students they are. Yet Jisung had opted to satisfy his unwavering coffee addiction with the mud-water Iced Americanos from the school cafeteria. He's incredibly lazy, said addiction reasons as he joins a sizeable line, checking the above-head menu for a drink he might like. Even the menu board is stunning.
Jisung's Official Anti : I'm at the back
Hyunjin's Official Anti : gonna get smth then find you
Jisung's Official Anti : Don't get lost, rat <3
Hyunjin's Official Anti : don't choke on an ice cube, goliath bitch <3
Jisung's Official Anti : uwu
Hyunjin's Official Anti: owo
Pocketing his phone, Jisung turns back to the menu board.
The line moves faster than he expects it to. He's narrowed his pick to two options when someone interrupts his heated mental debate, "What can I get for you, Princess?"
Jisung tears his eyes away from the menu board at the speed of light. Princess? Jisung stares at the barista, tongue-tied. Did the cute-as-hell guy in front of him just call him princess? Oh, sweet Jesus, Jisung can feel his face warming up. He'll be beet red in a few seconds.
"Sorry, are you not-" Minho's smirk drops from his face as the person in front of him spins around and makes a beeline for the door. Stunned, he catches Hyunjin jumping up in his peripheral.
"Thanks, Min," he says, slamming a tenner on the counter in front of him before running out of the café.
Minho stares at the entrance until someone clears their throat. Instinctively, he grabs his marker out of his breast pocket, eyes landing on a girl from his Psych class.
"Sorry, what can I get you?"
• • •
Drowned out by the many conversations around him, Jisung is currently sobbing fake tears with his head in his hands, mud-water Iced Americano resting accusingly on the table in front of him. Hyunjin, however, is cackling at his pain, sat cozily in his boyfriend's lap.
"What happened to him this time?" Felix asks, taking a seat beside Jisung.
"He ran out of Haven because he thought the barista was hot," Seungmin explains, chin resting on Hyunjin's shoulder.
"Was he hot?"
"It was Lee Minho," Hyunjin replies, typing away on his phone.
"TA Lee Minho or Dance Major Lee Minho?"
"Dance."
Felix shrugs. "I don't see the issue here."
"Of course you'd agree with him." Seungmin rolls his eyes. "You do the same with Seo Changbin."
"I do not--"
"Hey, Changbin!" Hyunjin shouts, waving animatedly in a random direction. Felix is under the table in milliseconds, Hyunjin cackling loudly at him, too.
Felix stays hidden for a full minute or two before asking, "Is he gone yet?"
Seungmin snorts. "He was never here to begin with."
Sighing, Felix crawls out from under the table, primly dusting himself off, "Touché."
Jisung takes a sip of his coffee and whimpers, "God, I'm such a mess."
"You're realizing this now?" Hyunjin asks, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. Jisung glares at him, only for Hyunjin to ignore him, looking at somewhere behind Felix and waving. "Hey, Changbin."
Felix glares at him too, crossing his arms and grumbling, "Fuck off, Hyunjin."
"Hey, Jinnie," Changbin greets, snagging the seat between Felix and Seungjin. Felix hops up and runs, Hyunjin and Seungmin snickering while Changbin stares at the younger's now empty seat. "Um, are you ready to go, Ji?" he asks, turning his attention to a very miserable looking Jisung.
Jisung forces down the unrelenting loop in his brain of the Café Debacle to lift his head. "Sure," he mutters, pouting around his straw. He stands with it still in his mouth, slipping his bag onto one shoulder and his phone into his pocket as he drinks his 'coffee'.
"Where are we going?"
Changbin stands. He gives him a toothy grin, placing a hand on his shoulder. Not good. "How about the campus café?"
Utterly betrayed, Jisung pushes Changbin's hand off of him. "Eat shit, Hwang Hyunjin!" Jisung shouts, flipping him off while stomping away from the table. Changbin follows behind him, laughing.
"Love you too, sweetheart!"