Will you be my coffee pot?
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Jiyong, Seunghyun, AU, School/College Life.
For the love of the boys, my favourite song by arctic monkeys, my favourite brand of menswear, and my love for coffee. This is another mindless dreaming that I've been imagining for me and for Jiyong. Unrequited love, here we go again, my friend. (this actually/ kind of based on my almost love story so bear with me)
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.” - Pablo Neruda
Foreword
"I'm on my way, okay? Yes, I bring my laptop with me. No, please don't worry. I'll work it for you right now. okay, calm down."
And he crashed to a man. Nice wingtip, Jiyong thought.
"This is my favorite shirt." Jiyong said to him self.
He is angry.
Who do you think you are spilling your coffee into my favourite shirt, and it's monday, for sake.
He was about to curse and then he saw this face.
The face of his long almost lover, ex-crush, still his crush if he can be honest with him self.
He finally smelled that infamous Dior Homme, again.
Choi Seunghyun in his classy glorry, white Thom Browne long sleeved shirt rolled up to elbow, carrying a briefcase and a hot cup.
"Holy "
The man of his dreams all over this years, smiling right in front of his eyes, ear to ear.
"Nice to meet you too, Kwon Jiyong. It's been so long."
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