6 Coffee Stain
Taemin, Minho, Onew, Kibum, Jonghyun
Choi Minho, the troubled teenaged boy who painstakingly drags himself to school everyday.
Lee Taemin, the bubbly boy who works at the coffee shop.
Choi Minho hates coffee.
Lee Taemin serves it.
Choi Minho hates coffee.
Yet he drops by the coffee shop everyday just to drink it.
Meet the troubled school boy.
Meet the coffee boy.
That will change his life.
Minho walked to school, and just like everyday his brother had to force him awake before he actually got up. His strides were slow as he observed everything around him as usual.
As soon as he entered the school gates the first thing he noticed was a couple making out by a tree. He inwardly rolled his eyes before looking away. So she's going to end up pregnant and he's going to end up leaving.
He took a few more steps before noticing how some girl was grinding herself onto her boyfriend. Pregnant too. He scoffed. He made a left turn to his class and noticed some boys bullying a junior. Minho looked away but did feel sorry for the younger boy. Those idiotic bullies will probably end up jobless and homeless by the time they're twenty anyway.
He entered the classroom and took his seat, not bothering to look at the monkey-like classmates he had. After observing them for almost a year and a half, Minho concluded that all of then were idiots and that all of them were probably going to fail in life. Ha.
"Minho what's up?" Minho looked up and was greeted by his only friend, Kibum. Kibum sat beside Minho like he always did and stared at the boy.
"You're getting wrinkles," Kibum commented as he observed the boy. "And dark eye circles."
"Have you been staying out late again?"
Minho turned away from his friend and looked at the board. The teacher was late, as usual, probably busy flirting with one of the other male teachers. Minho sighed and took his textbook, nonchalantly doodling on it.
"Minho I told you that it's not safe to stay out late," Kibum nagged, his inner mother coming out.
"I can take of myself," Minho informed Kibum, his eyes never once leaving his textbook.
"But I'm sure your mother can't."
Minho stayed silent, not exactly wanting to continue the conversation. He knew what Kibum was saying made sense and so he didn't want to challenge his friend.
"Class, sorry I'm late!" Their teacher apologised as she entered the classroom, red hickeys obvious on her neck.
Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes. She was such an easy teacher.
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