"Can you give me the hottest thing you have. I don't care what is it, I want it."

Kyuhyun was shaking from head to toe and he was never unnerved with the kind of arrogance he just showed.

He is wet from the rain.

He is cold as ice.

All he wants is a cup of something.

But this mischievous barista is mischievous that when he is expecting a cup of 

macchiato or americano, he was given---

"Here. This is the hottest thing our shop can offer."

And there someone stood in front of Kyuhyun.

A boy with platinum blonde hair and dark-rimmed glasses.

A delicious pout hanging on his lips coupled with a traitorous laughter from his friend.

"Meet Sungmin, our hottest barista."