[CONTENTID1]003 Coffee[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]Xiuhan[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]   Minseok sighed lightly as he wiped the counter down. It was still early in the morning where the first rush still needed to happen, and he had already stocked everything he would need.   He glanced at the clock on the wall, "Six forty five." The barista sighed, glancing out the large windows to the outside world, "Come on, people. I want to make my money."   The man turned and went to the back, remembering he needed to grab a few more stirrers for the drip coffee. He had just reached into the box when he heard the bell tingle. "Of course it would pick up because I'm in the back."   Minseok grumbled as he looked at the straws in hand then went to a different box to grab black lids. He heard the door jingle again and his eyebrows furrowed. Normally it would just pick up slowly, not like this.   His curiosity lit when the door kept jingling, and he neared loud but muted whispers of giggling girls. He sighed, "Girls. I'm much older than you think." Minseok muttered with a scowl. He went to the front, giving a bright smile. "Hello! Welcome to Cuppa Baozi!"   Minseok nearly dropped everything because there was a singular man with a plethora of girls behind him. He set everything down shakily but his smile was firm.    "Hello." The other man spoke politely with a small bow, "I wou-"   The coffee shop erupted with giggles and the sound of camera shutters going off. Minseok grit his jaw to hide his scowl. This guy must be someone famous.    "I would like-" The man started out again, not giving a glance back to the girls. "- a five shot venti white chocolate mocha, less of the syrup and more milk."   Minseok tried so hard to ignore the whispers of the girls as he dried his hands, already glancing down the line to what he needed. "Of course, sir."   "His name is Luhan!" One of the girls squawked. "He's an idol!"   Minseok turned his gaze to the girl, an ice cold seethe gripping his heart. "Everyone here is addressed as ma'am or sir, we do not give special treatment unless the person is a regular." He explained sharply, hands moving on autopilot to make the requested drink.   The barista made small talk to the sunglass wearing idol calmly, his anger building with each comment made about his appearance. One called him ugly, another called him short. Those were backfired as the other girls that Minseok was handsome because of his cat eyes and thick biceps.   "Minnie, it's me." The idol whispered conspiratorially, leaning in closer so the fangirls wouldn't hear him.   Minseok glanced to the idol with a half scowl, "My name is Ki-"   "Your name is Kim Minseok, you lived in Seoul your entire life, want to explore the world as your dream hobby, and your favorite color is orange - not the bright colors, the darker, calmer ones."   The barista stared in alarm at this stranger, wondering how one person could know so much about him. "I tell that to all my customers."   The idol leaned in closer, seeming to get excited. "You hate big crowds but you like to work for a big crowd which is why you are working at this coffee shop. You hate carrots cooked, baked, or boiled. The street you lived on when you were little had a somber green roof and a fence of the same color. The fence has three feet of a mottled white paint color because when you were little you tried to paint the fence - saying that the