Friday morning in the cafe.
The group of three that was here last week, when I met Yixing, is looking dead. (They are regulars.)
Yixing is sitting in a booth enjoying his coffee and a doughnut.
Minseok is checking the inventory. 
Hoseok switched shifts with Jimin so we could talk about our dance for class and now he is cleaning the counter.
I am making the order for BigBang Parlor before my break.
All with all, it's a pretty relaxed morning. I put the last coffee on the trey, nudge Minseok that I'm going to the other side of the road and leave the cafe. The ding of the door at the parlor welcomes me. I walk over to the counter and put the trey on it. Behind it is Seunghyun. He looks up at me with a smile.
'Morning Mali,' he says cheerfully.
'Morning Seungri, should I go a round?' I ask him. I've done this for a few weeks, but I never knew their names though they all know mine. Well, I know their artist names.
'Yeah, go ahead,' he tells me. I walk ahead to the first booth.
'Morning T.O.P,' I say cheerfully.
'Morning Mali. You have my coffee?' he asks.
'Double espresso with whipped cream, here you go,' I say and put it down on his desk.
'Thank you very much. By the way, we're having a party tonight to celebrate our five year anniversary. Could you ask everyone from the Cafe to come?' he asks.
'Sure, congrats by the way,' I say smiling.
'Great, just ask Seungri for the invitation when you leave,' he tells me.
'Will do.'

'Minseok, here,' I hand him the invitation to the party at the tattoo parlor.
'Hm, sounds fun. You got invited?' he asks.
'Everyone who works here is invited,' I explain to him.
'Aish, I hope it won't be until too late. Otherwise, work tomorrow will be hell,' he says jokingly.
'We sell coffee, I don't think we'll fall asleep at work,' I joke back.
'Okay, we'll go. Go take your break with Yixing.' I nod, go make two coffee's quickly and head over to Yixing.
'Ah, that looks amazing,' he tells me when I put down the cappuccino with a heart made out of milk foam in front of him.
'Thanks. It took me a long time to learn how to do that,' I tell him and shove my cup towards him which just has some type of vines on it, 'this is what I used to do.'
'When did you learn how to do this?' A blush appears on my cheeks.
'Wednesday.' He raises an eyebrow.
'You learned this for me?'
'Maybe.'
'You're too cute,' he says smiling. The blush on my cheeks gets even re