Kyuhyun groaned, pushing open the door of the local café. He had had a restless night, tossing and turning, dreaming of an unknown boy with pretty hands and an angelic voice. He went up to the counter and mumbled his order.

“Coffee, large and black please.”

“Right away, sir!” chirped a bright voice.

“Please,” he groaned again. “You’re too cheerful for this horrible morning.”

The barista laughed and Kyuhyun winced at the cheerful noise. It was bad enough that some flower boy ruined his sleep, but now he had to deal with an annoyingly optimistic barista as well.

“Here is your coffee!”

Long, tan fingers held out the cup to him and Kyuhyun blinked in surprise. They were the same hands that plagued his dream last night. The same hands that ran through his hair and down his face. The same hands his dream-self had kissed.

He looked up at the boy. “It’s you.”

The barista frowned, looking as pretty as his hands. “Excuse me?”

“I dreamt of you last night. Thanks by the way, for ruining my sleep.”

“You need this coffee more desperately than I thought,” he laughed. “And you definitely need some better pick-up lines.”

Kyuhyun smiled as the barista walked away shaking his head. It was time to make some dreams come true. 

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