Clumsy

For conchobar

Couple: Myunggya or Myunggyu (Myunggya was chosen by the author)

Prompt: Coffee shop romance, Myungsoo's the clumsy barista and *insert Hoya/Sunggyu here* is a regular customer of said coffee shop that falls in love with him

This is a story about the cute little coffee shop on a corner of a cute little street that had a cute little clumsy barista that for some reason, didn’t mind falling every day.

Of course he wasn’t falling down.

*~*~*

Myungsoo smiled with sagged shoulders as he walked into the shop he worked at, the bell tinkling as he walked in. He dragged himself around the counter and into the back, past the coffee machines and into the little resting room before he collapsed onto the sofa provided and didn’t even bother to move when he heard the door open and footsteps approach the place where he had decided to rest.

“You’re early.” A feminine tone voiced, Myungsoo shrugged into the couch and heard a cute giggle. “You look tired... It’s kind of pathetic.”

Sungjong giggled evily (how the heck can you make something so cute so evil? To Myungsoo, Sungjong’s entire existence was unfathomable.), “Well, I should stay and help... but my shift ended about five minutes ago when yours started. So.”

A laugh erupted from the female-like boy who just clapped  as he laughed at the misery of the university student. Myungsoo groaned as he lifted himself off and messily put the apron over his head as he glared at the younger boy, “I’d like to see who’ll be laughing next year.”

Sungjong just smirked and placed a sarcastic hand on the older boy’s shoulder, “I see you have high expectations for your future.” Myungsoo grumbled a quiet ‘whatever’ before hearing Sungjong speak a bit more seriously, “Oh, and you have to be a waiter for a while, Dongwoo’s gonna be late. Really sorry but like yeah, tough luck.” Myungsoo nodded with another depressing sigh and left to the front as he put his brown apron over his head, leaving behind a snickering high school kid.

He calmly walked over to the front desk and sighed, seeing that he would have to do two jobs for a while. Sungjong walked up beside him and giggled yet again as Myungsoo mumbled curses beneath his breath.

“Have fun~” The younger boy sang and left Myungsoo to the day. Luckily for him, it was right in the middle of summer and most people walked right past the cute coffee shops and those who did come in mainly asked for their cold drinks which were easier to make.

He went between the soft brown tables and made his way to one of the customers with a hot drink on the tray he held, he sighed and shook his head, how could someone drink something so hot on a day like this?

He walked to the furthest (why, just why?) table and his movement stuttered as he saw a boy who was probably a few years older than him wrapped around a thick jumper as if it was winter and unfortunately, because of his short pause, just as he came upon the table an obstacle of air crashed into his feet and he fell and the stupid hot chocolate decided to just gravity and fall onto him.

So as he landed on the ground after he harshly hit his head on the edge of the table he felt something weird land on his chest. It felt like water.

Except.

For.

The.

Fact.

That.

It.

Was.

ing.

Scorching.

A gurgled scream erupted from his throat as he swore multiple curses directed towards many things; such as fate, water, hot chocolate, summer and the man panicking in a chair.

He quickly lifted the apron above his head instead of untying it and lifted his shirt off his body and patted his chest off with the cloth, not caring if he was being watched because he was being ing burnt instead.

The man whom he blamed for this mess helped him to the bathroom and apologized profusely to Myungsoo who was currently swearing as he dabbed his wet shirt onto his burning chest in a desperate attempt to rid himself of every burning drop.

He sighed in relief as the cold water dropped onto his hot skin and in relaxation he stopped and in that fraction of a minute the hotness came back and enveloped his body.

The heat of the summer wasn’t doing much help either.

The man who had led him to the staff restrooms apologised and gently got a cloth from the kitchen and wet it with the cold water.

Myungsoo watched and relaxed when the man took hold of his wrist and slowly dabbed at his bare chest. His eyes fluttered and let himself relax into the stranger’s hold.

He felt the coldness soothe his skin and he let a content sigh slip out of his mouth until he let his eyes open and he realised the situation he was in.

He was shirtless and was being touched by a stranger in a bathroom.

The stranger chuckled and Myungsoo guessed it was because he may or may not have a very mortified expression on his face... or because he was some -e’s intent on taking away his innocence!

...

‘Probably the former...’ Myungsoo tried to reassure himself, ‘Probably...’

Myungsoo abruptly jumped and quickly backed away from the stranger, ‘Probably means there’s still a chance! oh my god what if he’s a ! Oh my god, what if he’s a serial killer! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!’

Myungsoo then began to hyperventilate.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

In out. In out

In out in out inout inout inoutinoutinoutinoutinoutinou—

Black seeped into his vision and the man’s voice was drowned by his panic. ‘OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygo—‘

...

...

...

‘Where the am I?’

A gurgled scream escaped from his throat. What the just happened? What the ing hell. Oh my god, he just got kidnapped didn’t he?

Oh ing hell, why—whatever, he’ll escape.

...

NO HE WON’T. HE’LL GET OR MURDERED, HE’LL FOREVER BE STUCK AND HE WILL NEVER SEE SUNGJONG’S ANNOYING FACE AGAIN OR DONGWOO’S DERPY IDIOTICNESS OR FEEL HIS PARENTS’ SMOTHERING LOVE AGAIN.

NOOOOOO.

HE HASN’T EVEN HAD HIS FIRST KISS! HE SHOULD’VE KISSED HIS FIRST LOVE, WHAT ABOUT HIS EX-BOYFRIEND TOO! NOW HE WILL NEVER GET MARRIED AND—AND HAVE CHILDREN.

HE’S TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!

“You’re amusing, you know? You like to act rather calm on the outside, like your face is entirely blank but I can see you panicking on the inside, you probably can’t even hear me, let alone realise I’m here.” Someone said but of course Myungsoo was too busy internally freaking out that he missed out so the man sighed with a smile.

“MYUNGSOO! WOULD YOU PLEASE LOOK AT YOUR SURROUNDINGS!” A loud shout interrupted his panic and quickly put him back in place.

He cleared his mind out and realised that he was in the staff’s private room. He sighed in relief, until he realised that the stranger man was shirtless and once again, his internal gears began to operate.

“What the—why are you—“

“Look down.”

Myungsoo had quickly come to realise that the man had given him his shirt, since his own one was probably in the process of being stained all over. “O-oh, thank you, really, I appreciate it.” Myungsoo thanked shyly, twiddling his fingers before looking up with a wide expression, “Wait! How do you know my name?”

“I read it on the name plate on your shirt.” The other man raised an eyebrow at the other boy’s suspicion and chuckled lightly. “Oh, and my name’s Howon, Lee Howon, but most people call me Hoya.”

Myungsoo nodded, before letting his eyes flitter around the room and laughed as his eyes landed on a pot plant in the room, “What’s so funny?” He heard Hoya ask and he pointed to the flower and heard the man offer a quiet ‘Oh’.

“How come people named you after a plant?”

“Tch, how would I know?”

“You don’t seem very flowery, but how would I know?”

Suddenly, a weird look came across Hoya’s face, almost as if a brilliantly bad idea came upon his mind. “Hmm, maybe it’s cause they quite like my seed.”

The tip of Myungsoo’s ears turned red, then it slowly spread across his cheeks and down his neck. He quickly shot up and flustered about as he heard Hoya laugh at his antics, “Joking, joking!”

Myungsoo sighed in relief but tripped over his own feet and fell face first onto the ground.

He groaned and made some weird incoherent noises (such as ‘gruuaaahhnnnnnngg!’ and ‘gleeeeeeeerhg’) before separating his face from the ground with a sigh that turned into yet another full-blown blush as Hoya heartily laughed at him, yet again. “Ugh, dumb floor taking my first kiss.” He quietly murmured.

“You do that a lot, I’ve noticed.” Hoya smirked, a light teasing tone occupied his words.  Myungsoo grumbled in reply and Hoya only laughed more and Myungsoo shot the older man a few daggers.

Hoya held his hands up and laughed which only caused Myungsoo to be a bit more moody than before. “Just wondering, but what do you trip up on?”

Myungsoo shrugged, “I have no idea, I like to think that the air in front of my feet likes to solidify just because it can or that invisible creatures like to stick their legs out when I walk past.” Silence formed over the two of them and Myungsoo let the tip of his ears turn a slight pink, he never actually told people that before.

“That’s an interesting thought,” Hoya chuckled for a bit but continued anyway, “you’re an interesting person, though, so I guess I understand.”

Myungsoo let his ears fully turn red and Hoya smiled and Myungsoo could swear it was different from before... but in a good way.

“Well, I guess I have go home now, I’ve been here for hours you know,” he watched Hoya get up and walked towards him with an arm outstretched, “it was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” Myungsoo smiled but couldn’t help but notice that slightly disappointed feeling that invaded his stomach, “I hop—“

He felt himself loose his footing once again and once again he face planted and had yet another kiss stolen from him.

His fingers curled around fabric, and his eyes widened as they met with another person instead of wooden floor and his lips met with something slightly chapped and rough but with a nice softness.

Nothing moved for a good minute or so... Until Myungsoo realised that he had actually been moving, somewhat slowly, and after the minute ended he had come to realise that his lips had moulded to fit the other person’s.

Myungsoo suddenly felt Hoya move his arm slightly and that one movement seemed to seemingly wake him up out of his trance as he leapt off the older man only to tilt his head as the man just chuckled as he got up.

He felt a soft, slightly calloused hand lift his chin up and guided his lips into a proper kiss, there was no tongue involved of course and nor was it open-mouthed, it was just a simple press of the lips but a weird spark of electricity shocked his lips and he felt his knees five way beneath him, which ended up in the laughter of Hoya in the kiss which ended up in Myungsoo hitting him .

Hoya just waved it off as he separated the kiss and put Myungsoo back onto his feet, he leaned into Myungsoo’s ears and with a slight kiss (that obviously sent shivers down Myungsoo’s spine) whispered words that made his cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

“I wouldn’t mind you falling for me.”

Wink! Went Hoya’s right eye.

Smile! Went Hoya’s features.

Peck! Went Hoya’s lips.

Bye! Went Myungsoo’s rational thinking.

Myungsoo found himself stumbling out of the room, ignoring the questioning stares of some of his co-workers at his flustered self and the fact that a man just came out of the room shirtless.

Myungsoo watched as the man shrugged himself into a jacket despite the heat and left with another wink that Myungsoo thought he’d like to get addicted to and a smirk on a pair of lips that Myungsoo would like to see again.

And maybe ravish.

Of course, Myungsoo came to realise, that it was a little too hot even for this burning weather and for the rest of the day he stumbled around with a giggle.

*~*~*

Needless to say, Hoya quickly became a regular at the cute little coffee shop on the corner of a cute little street that had a cute little barista that was his cute little lover that for some reason, didn’t mind falling every day.

Of course he wasn’t falling down.

He was falling in love.

A/N: Sorry, the ending may be a little messy! >< Hope you like, sorry about the lateness and well, the awkward dialogue :P I've never written fluff before!

StarlightSpirit: This may be the cutest coffee shop fic that i have ever read (and I adored it). I'm not a Myungya fan but dorky, weird, clumsy Myung is the bestest! great job <3 I ADORE IT! :3