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felix was working his usual 9/5 shift at 143’s Brewery. this usually consisted of doing little tasks such as wiping down tables after customers left, refilling coffee ground machines, and ringing up customers. felix was content with this type of lifestyle. he made minimum -wage -type money, and he was working with his best friend, gunil.
one normal wednesday afternoon, an unfamiliar blonde figure walked into the cafe. eyes darted his way, ladies and men nearly melting at the sight (including me ( ´∀｀)). he made his way towards the counter, brushing a bit of his hair out of his face.
“ one americano please, extra vanilla cream, please. “ he sent a smile my way. i was frozen.
what is this fine man doing smiling at me like this?
shakily, i responded, “s-sure thing. that’ll be t-three seventy five.” i attempted to mock his smile.
he looked at me with a slight smirk, “why are you stuttering? i don’t bite.” i felt heat rise to my ears, and sputtering, i said, “i-i-i-i’m..” the man in front of me put a hand out, motioning me to stop talking. “chill, i was just messing with you.”
bitch why the fuck are you “just messing with me” i just fucking met you like two seconds ago. why the hell are you already flirting with me?? weirdo.
i breathed out, attempting to calm my inner thoughts. there was no reason for me to get fired over some pretty boy.
—-
“the blonde guy finally got his drink and left,” i sigh. one more of his flirting and i would’ve kicked him out myself. i sat down on the couch in our break area. i look over my shoulder to see my bestfriend, my one and only walking past me, with that voluptuous ass jiggling every step he took. “gunill.. i hate this job.” i strained.
gunil looked at me as if he was in a daze. “just yesterday you said you loved this job, lix.” he said as he sprawled out over my lap. “i lied. and why do you smell like weed again, gunil?” i pinched my nose. “ i was hanging out with lucas again~”
“again..? didn’t you two almost die smoking random drugs a crackhead gave you?”
“it’s differentt~ he’s smarterr..”
“is he?”
“yeahhh.. just he almost got hit by a car today..”
“and this is a good thing?”
“yeah! he didn’t get hit!” gunil smiled. lucas and gunil had always been the dumb duo, always around eachother with random tension that neither of them will ever address, but instead just get high and do… questionable things behind closed doors.
“right..” felix pinched the bridge of his nose. “your shift starts in five, gunil, wash up so you don’t reek of grass.”
“okay lix~” gunil lazily got up from where he was sitting and made his way to the bathroom. before he went though, he asked felix a question.
“hey, while you were talking to blondie, why’d you look so red?” gunil cheesed at felix, receiving a cushion to his face. “i was not red! it’s just hot outside!” felix replied defensively.
“we’re inside a cafe at 7 PM in the middle of fall, felix. it is not cold.” gunil giggled as he walked into the bathroom.
“whatever.” felix muttered under his breath.——
“here changbin, where’s my money?” chan stood in front of his office. inside the office changbin spun in the swivel chair with an offended look. “and here i thought you were doing this to be nice! you’re making me pay for a coffee i didn’t ask for!”
“either you give me the 3.75 or i’ll drink it myself.” chan motioned the coffee towards his lips.
“woah woah no need to get hasty, here you are good sir, your 3.75.” changbin quickly snatched the coffee from chan’s reach with a giddy smile.
“your work is majorly appreciated, mister bangchan.”
“you’re such a dork, shut up.”
“yes dad- i mean yes father.”
“oh.”
“too much?”
“nah you’re fine.”
changbin repositioned himself on the swivel chair, looking at chan. “so, how was the trip?”
“..the trip where?”
“the trip to the coffee shop?”
“oh. it was fine, there was this guy that was serving me. he’s kind of cute.” chan smiled to himself as he looked back on the trip.
“you’re leaving the office to go flirt with guys.. take back this filthy coffee.” changbin wore a disgusted look on his face.
“it’s not like that, he just happen to be there, and be cute. that’s all.” chan shrugged.
“‘m very disappointed in you. leaving the package that is changbin to go talk to little gay boys.” changbin crossed his arms with a pout.
“you’re a gay boy, and you have seungmin, and every other ‘gay boy’ in our dorm.”
“oh.”
“exactlyyy. i might go back tomorrow.”
“to flirt with him more?”
“maybe.”
“well, i guess get your mans?”
“definitely.”
“get out of my studio.” changbin threw a pillow at bangchan. he felt wrinkles forming on his head hearing chan talk about his hallway crush.
“hey! this is my studio too!”
“i don’t care, out!” changbin shut the door on bangchan. “well goddamn.” and with that, bangchan made his way back to the dorms.