The coffee finishes dripping into a white porcelain cup, tiny wisps of steam rising from it and disappearing into the air. Junmyeon observes eagerly, fascinated by the whole process. Removing his arm from around the younger’s waist, Xiumin picks up the mug with grace.

“And that’s how you make coffee like a barista.”

The hybrid claps energetically, small mouth open in awe. Seeing this new side of Xiumin is captivating, and admittedly, his barista persona is really attractive. (Junmyeon thinks his hyung looks really handsome in a black apron and tight-fitting dress shirt.)

“Can I try some?” the younger asks, eyes sparkling and expression hopeful. The elder hesitates a bit because the coffee he had just brewed was black. Black meant bitter. Junmyeon didn’t like bitter. However, who is he to say no to that adorable face? Honestly, no one could resist a puppy-eyed Junmyeon.

Making sure to blow on it a few times to cool it, Xiumin hands over the drink. Junmyeon enthusiastically squeals a “thank you” and hastily takes a sip. Almost instantaneously, his face scru