“Ah. The devil is once again trying to be nice.” Donghyuck teases as he looms behind his friend who’s now trembling in anticipation. “Just be careful, he might feel your tongue slithering across his arms as soon as he accepts his drink.”

“Scram away, you punk.” Yangyang chastises, too busy straightening up his shirt to remove the forming moirés. “He might hear you so get out of our way. You’re making me look bad!”

“Suit yourself.” Those are Donghyuck’s final words before he disappears right behind the kitchen door, leaving Yangyang to give him the chance to have a conversation with his crush. Once the man manages to stop in front of the expectant boy with the help of his walking stick, he plasters his usual smile that immediately makes Yangyang’s heart melt.

“Hi.” A baritone voice welcomes the barista’s ears.

Crossposted on Ao3.