So the POVs switches back and forth after every line, 'kay? (And lots of changes in the description and foreword)

"Is there something wrong, Hansol-ah?"

The younger blinks before blushing a bright pink, "N-N-No!... J-Just looking at the weather outside..." he quickly murmurs before walking off with his tray clutched tightly to his chest.

Jeonghan blinks, turning around to see what was behind him before laughing to himself at the sight of the brick wall.

The long-haired boy then walks around the cafe, taking orders like normal. He comes back to the kitchen to see Hansol focusing on trying to put designs on a strawberry shortcake, shakily holding a bag of whipped cream.

"Hey Hansol-ah," and that obviously freaked the younger out, seeing how he jolted and accidentally squeezed a plop of unplanned whipped cream onto the cake.

"Ahh not again..." Hansol groans, his shoulder slumping.

He chuckles at the sight, walking over to ruffle Hansol's hair, "Sorry about that." Jeonghan uses his finger to clean the plop of whipped cream and goes ahead to eat it, noticing the younger staring again.

"Again, is there something wrong? And don't use the excuse that you were looking at the weather outside again because I know that there is a brick wall behind me again," Jeonghan smiles, seeing him blush again.

It's now or never Hansol, you can do this! ٩(•̤̀^•̤́๑)૭✧

"I-I..." Hansol takes a deep breath, repeatedly thinking over and over 'it's now or never Hansol, you can do this! ٩(•̤̀^•̤́๑)૭✧' before making eye contact, "I r-r-really like you, pl-please go out with me!"

He carefully watches how Jeonghan's expression switch from surprise, to deep thought, to a kind of helpless smile.

"Hansol-ah, how long have you known me for?"

Well that was not what he was expecting.

"Er- about six months...?"

"I'm 25 years old now and how old are you?"

"Uh- 22 years old... close to graduating from college..."

"And how many boyfriends do you think I've had by now?"

"Um... three...???"

"Eleven."

To which he thinks 'ho-ly crap OAO'

"You still have plenty of time to find the right person, just not me. I honestly don't think that I'm fit for this 'dating' stuff, seeing how all eleven of them left me for someone else," Jeonghan sighs with that same smile.

"H-Hey! It's only a three years difference with us!" he couldn't help but pout, "Are you saying that my confession wasn't original?" [and somewhere in his mind he thought "challenge accepted!"]

The older taps his chin in thought for a moment before smiling.

"Nervous confession? Lee Seokmin. Met during middle school. First one."

He leaves the kitchen and that's when what he said finally clicked in Hansol's head.

The next day, Jeonghan looks up from the coffee machine to see Hansol barging in with a piece of paper in hand.

"Are you gonna recite a poem?" he asks, looking back to the coffee machine and pretty sure that Hansol took offense to that.

"Yes, yes I am!"

"By who?"

He could automatically guess that Hansol blinked like the innocent boy he is.

"Oh- uh- Jeon Wonwoo."

"Met during high school. Sixth one."

Hansol audibly groans before walking away with loud steps.

Jeonghan thinks about what just happened before smiling to himself, "So he did pursue his dream of becoming a poet..."

The day after that, Hansol was able to convince his college's marching band and cheerleaders to pull off a march and banner with streamers and confetti and everything before they marched away from the cafe.

"Well? That was my most extravagant one," Hansol huffed proudly, ignoring the confetti that was stuck in his hair.

He patiently waits as Jeonghan slowly removes a streamer from his long hair.

"Kim Mingyu. Part of the football team during high school. Third one."

There goes another groan of frustration.

The next week, Jeonghan felt a strong sense of deja vu as he looks up from the kettle to see Hansol entering a kitchen while gripping a piece of paper.

"Oh? What are you doing now?" he felt slightly interested before it died quickly as he returns his attention to the kettle. Jeonghan isn't gonna lie that he felt pretty amused with all of the younger waiter's attempt to woo him... okay, and maybe he was a bit in denial.

"I'm going to quote again from an English subbed Chinese drama I watched with that famous actor-!"

"Wen Junhui. Met during an exchange program where I was at a Chinese high school in Shenzhen for half of a year. Eighth one."

A moment of silence passed.

"Where have you not been yet?"

"Better question: What kind of person have I not dated yet?"

The next next week, Hansol knew that this was a terrible idea but thought that it was worth trying anyways as he came in while holding a guitar that he borrowed from his friendly neighbor who was a musician on Youtu-

"Hong Jisoo. Use to volunteer to be the cafe's BGM on Fridays before you started working here. Tenth one."

"DANG IT!" Hansol couldn't help but yell in English as he quickly exits the cafe since he didn't work today. He marches back to his apartment by the cafe, knocking on his neighbor's door and waiting for his neighbor to open the door.

"It didn't work again? Well, good luck next time, Hansol-ah."

"Thanks, Jisoo-hyung."

He walks across the hallway before stopping after he unlocked the door to his apartment.

Wait a minute...

The next next next week, Jeonghan looks up from the cash register to see Hansol walk over to him with a bouquet of roses, ignoring how new customers were looking at him oddly.

"Here, simple is better, right?" Hansol holds out the bouquet.

"Mm... I guess, but it's pretty overused in dramas and such," Jeonghan shrugs as he takes the bouquet, playing with the petals a bit, "By the way, remember the business man, Choi Seungcheol, when he use to be a regular customer here but stopped after you worked here for about three weeks?"

"... Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. He's eleventh."

After Hansol slammed his forehead onto the counter, it didn't seem like he would try to pull anything again. Jeonghan thought he could confirm that when he walked into the kitchen the next day and saw how focused the younger designing yet another cake.

"Hey Hansol-ah."

And there goes another plop of whipped cream.

Hansol's arms drop to his sides as he pouts, "Has anyone ever told you that you're a troll?"

"Okay okay, sorry lover-boy," Jeonghan laughs, feeling a familiar warmth in his chest. He scoops up the cream and eats it again before seeing Hansol staring at him, as though the past wooings never happened. He smiles again, "Something wrong with the 'weather' again?"

"No, there's some cream on your lips."

Jeonghan tilts his head a bit before wiping his lips with his sleeve.

"You missed it... here, let me get it."

Next thing he knows he was pulled over by the collar of his shirt and something warm was on his lips.

Eventually Hansol lets go and backs away with a smirk, "There, got it."

He could feel his cheeks burn up as realization soon dawned on him about what just happened.

So that's the feeling of satisfaction whenever he makes me go all shy... Hansol grins before realizing that Jeonghan was quickly exiting the kitchen.

The younger quickly chases after him, laughing, "Hey, you gotta admit that that was pretty original, right?"

Hansol manages to catch up and grabs Jeonghan's arm before the older slaps his face in a fury of embarrassment, "I get it, you're more mature than I think you are! You win, okay?!" The older quickly escapes to the other side of the cafe.

He will admit that he was dazed for a moment as he held his cheek before smiling that Jeonghan finally agreed to dating him... before Hansol felt himself blush five different shades of red and curling into a ball on the floor at the last minute realization that he just straight up kissed the guy he was pursuing for.

[Later on they got a scolding from the boss about concerns (yes, not complaints) made by the customers.]