Kyungsoo recites the boy’s order back to him to confirm it, something he'd never drink with all the added sugar and flavored syrup. If someone wants coffee, then order coffee. “Anything else?”

He looks over his shoulder, and the other boy says he’ll just steal some of Jongin’s. “Your name?” They wear name tags pinned to their black aprons. Kyungsoo automatically pulls at his. “I'm a fan, too, but I don't know if I'd name my kid after a cartoon.”

Kyungsoo turns it to look at it and bites back a curse. Pororo. “Baekhyun.” That little is going to meet an unfortunate end in the storage room.

“Baekhyun?”

“Guy I work with. He probably changed it. He always says how much I look like Pororo.”

“Well,” the boy smiles again, more shy, “there is a resemblance, although your eyes are a lot prettier.” His friend snorts and rolls his eyes.

It's meant to be a compliment, Kyungsoo's sure, but if the kid's looking to get into someone's pants, comparing their looks to a children's cartoon character is not the way to do it. That's not how Kyungsoo's pants work, at least.

“Ah ha...” He finishes the order and accepts a handful of cash—Who doesn't use a card these days?—and turns away to make the kind-of-coffee. “It'll be just a minute. Feel free to have a seat while you wait.”

“I'm okay.” His friend meanders to a display of crafts made by some locals while he crosses his arms over the counter, apparently ready and willing to just hover. “You never did give me your name.”

Kyungsoo shrugs. “No, I didn't.” He knows he's being rude, but he just can't with flirty customers today. Or any day.

When he'd first come in, with a couple of friends, all with duffel bags, the boy had been at the back, and Kyungsoo doesn't know what they were talking about, but he'd jumped at a shouty, boisterous laugh and looked up from stacking cups in time to see the boy laughing hard enough to be weak at the knees, whacking his friend's arm like a ditz.

The whole group was noisy and touchy, on some kind of high, but that one kid seemed to be the worst of them, holding someone's hand or leaning over someone's back or resting his forehead against the head of another boy leaning on his shoulder… He didn’t even order anything himself, sharing with a shorter blond.

Too much affection for Kyungsoo's lone wolf sensibilities.