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“Chanyeol,” says the tall, blond man sleepily, when the young, probably college student barista asks him what name to write on his cup. If Chanyeol was just a bit more awake, he could read from her name tag that her name is Yeri. The Sun has already risen and he’s late from work, he can almost hear his boss fretting, but he’s drinking an iced americano right now, blow high, blow low.
“Chanyeol?” a soft voice calls from behind him, it’s somehow familiar, but he can’t place it. It might wake him up more than the coffee will, and he spins around instinctively when he hears it. “Park Chanyeol?” Somebody with three people between them addressed him, and Chanyeol sees… the most beautiful man he has ever met. He’s looking at him with his doe eyes, tired but kind, as he brushes his dark brown bangs from his eyes, and smiles at him with his thin lips as you would at an old friend. Chanyeol just stares in disbelief for seconds. there are no thoughts in his head, he can’t sense his surroundings, it’s just him and this man, not even at the café, somewhere also, maybe you could call it the void. He can’t even smell the coffee anymore, just the mixture of familiar cigarette smoke, a musty stairway and the smell of cold, even though smoking at the café is prohibited, the door has been wide open all day and it’s early June. Chanyeol wants to call him by his name but it won’t roll off his tongue somehow, even though he remembers it as clearly as nothing else.
He only comes round when the middle-aged woman standing in line behind him angrily scolds him to get out of the way if he’s not ordering. So he walks up to the man.