crack/fluff

The worst thing of all was, that the coffee wasn't even all that extraordinary or life-changing. Truly. But the shop was the closest to Youngjae's faculty and it seemed that Youngjae preferred, well, comfort in some way. That way being that he didn't have to walk all over to the criminology department to get his mid-day coffee.

Mind you the criminology department was at most a 4-minute walk but November had never been Youngjae's favorite month or anything close.

But yes, comfort. That 4-minute walk could be hell when it was raining outside, or even worse, that weird, terrible mixture of rain and snow you get just before winter starts to trouble you. Youngjae enjoyed staying dry, thank you very much.

Now that that was settled, let's get down to the real problem here. Because everything else connected to that coffee shop has been slowly getting onto Youngjae's nerves. Alright. Maybe not everything.

Maybe just one particular part-time student barista who worked from Tuesdays to Fridays miraculously at the exact hours that Youngjae took his coffee breaks. Which was approximately around three or four in the afternoon, depending on if Youngjae had a lecture on either of those days.

He didn't work on Mondays, and it was always a relief to see the gentle face of Eunjoo, with her long hair framing her eyes and that ever-lasting smile on her lips.

Her sweet, glossy cherry lips; so in contrast to full, plush, dry lips twisted into a smile which could not be real.

"You thinking about his shoulders again?"

"No. It's the lips this time," Youngjae said without thinking, only to stop in his tracks and smack the head of his friend who quickly tried to dodge the attack, running away from him with laughter.

"Got you," Dal laughed, running towards the stairway.

"You er," Youngjae murmured. Okay, maybe some of the previous stuff mentioned had been a lie. In a way. But not really. Because the barista was getting onto Youngjae's nerves.

For reasons.

"Can't help it, you make it so easy."

Now, Dal was annoying. Maybe one of the most annoying people Youngjae had to encounter, in a good way though. In a way that he was really dense but also really funny and could read Youngjae like an open book. Which was good, Youngjae supposes.

Dal was also kind of like a wall that Youngjae could just put in front of him whenever anyone was annoying him. Mostly because Dal was able to never shut up. Never.

But Youngjae had accepted that, and just followed the older boy until they reached the little seating area by the coffee shop. Since it was Thursday, maybe three in the afternoon and a couple of minutes. Youngjae hadn't checked yet.

There were a few people in front of them, one professor who was almost shaking as he took one of the wooden sticks to stir the tiny cup of coffee he had gotten.

And then there were two girls, smiling prettily at the person behind the counter.

Youngjae scowled because he hated to admit it. And he would not admit it, not directly, because the bright red apron should not, and did not, look that good on anyon