Junmyeon steams the milk at the side after he tamps the espresso ground hard into the portafilter to work off his anger and stupidity. He hates the hissing sound the most when he steams the milk and that is when he questions himself the decision on being a barista, every single day (basically he works on a daily basis because he is really free) he awaits for a plot twist where no one orders a latte.

  He was already numb to all the criticisms and the words used to humiliate him for being useless in the group, but every time when she started saying something about them there would be a fresh bloody wound slashed upon his skin.

I needed someone to talk to, I needed to see that familiar face, but I couldn’t find it though, until I’ve accidentally called out for Sehun to ask him where he was and he was just right beside Sehun.   The both of them were stunning today, bowties and tuxedo suits, with their normal long fringe all set up revealing their foreheards, and Sehun looki

She only knew that she was still breathing, through her blurred view she saw the blanket on her body rising up and down steadily listening to the piercing sounds of silence.    I’m going to regret this again, she told herself as she gave into him. 

  Every time when she confesses she does it at the volume where he couldn’t hear it, even though she was already shouting at him but he wouldn’t hear it anyway. He isn’t listening anyway.  

Happy birthday Kishi have a great year, love you even though we barely know about each other but, still, I love you.