A/N: Christmas is around the cornerrrr and my exams are overrrr \^O^/

Also, I am so so proud of my youngest son Junhongie for his excellent performance and professionalism at SAF eventhough he injured his arm. 

Junhong enjoyed his job as a barista.

The café he worked in was never crowded to the point that he got stressed out. The jazz band that came to play every evening was amazing; the owner, Himchan, was a close friend of his so he didn’t feel pressured; the pay was good enough for the occupation; the other workers and most customers were friendly with him, and the place was very artsy and peaceful.

There was only one thing that he resented—the workers constantly “shipping” him with Jongup. Jongup was the cute guy who sometimes came along to perform as a sub-vocalist with Daehyun’s band.

It wasn’t that he disliked Jongup, really.

It was almost like an honor to be thought of as a compatible match to such an amazing person. Everyone knew that Jongup was a great singer and a great dancer (he often performed at local shows), he always wore a cheerful smile that was unbearably attractive, he had a really good sense of fashion, he was good looking and had a great personality.

It was only the constant teasing from his co-workers that he didn’t like. 

At first the teasing only brought him a slight annoyance, but now Junhong had started reacting almost violently. The co-workers didn’t mind; in fact, they understood why Junhong was reacting like that—it was because he actually liked Jongup. No amount of aggression could cover up the blush on his cheeks whenever they b