[junyoung/hansol] one vanilla latte coming right up
Hansol does not consider himself particularly gloomy, no matter what his friends say. He’s a little awkward, sure, and kind of shy with new people but he’s not gloomy.
It’s just that - he works at a café near campus. His job is to deal with half dead uni students in need of artificial life force. Even the happiest person on earth would find it a little hard to stay positive.
Well. Half dead uni students and Junyoung. Hansol only knows his name because he has to write it on ridiculously sugary coffees each time he’s on shift. (Really. Hansol conducted an experiment once - he switched shifts with Dongmyeong in the last possible second and Junyoung still showed up fifteen minutes into the shift. It’s like he has some weird spidey senses.)
Junyoung seems to be in a constant state of happiness, never failing to direct the brightest of smiles at Hansol.
(If threatened, Hansol might admit he finds Junyoung’s smile cute. Just a little.)
*
“Have you considered,” Moonkyu tells him when Hansol yet again complains about about how obnoxiously happy Junyoung is, “that maybe he comes because he likes you?”
Hansol stares at him. “I have, actually. But he doesn’t.”
Moonkyu heaves a sigh. “And you know that how?”
“Because that’s dumb.” Hansol states. Isn’t it obvious? “People like him don’t like people like me. Maybe people like you or Dongmyeong. Like, happy people with actual social skills.”
“Going by your logic, I shouldn’t like you either,” Moonkyu sighs again.
Hansol raises an eyebrow. “Are you confessing to me?”
“I don’t mean it like… Why do I even try?”
“I don’t know,” Hansol shrugs. “Why do you?”
*
“Hey,” Dongmyeong says about a week later, “Do you wanna go to the movies with me? There’s this new one I really want to watch but no one wants to go with me.”
“I am the last resort, I see,” Hansol grumbles.
Dongmyeong rolls his eyes. “Who would willingly go see a movie with the Grinch himself?”
“Excuse you,” Hansol sputters, “I am not that bad.”
“Of course, of course,” Dongmyeong waves a hand dismissively. “Are you coming or not?”
Hansol glares at him. “Fine, I’ll come. You should know you’re really shit at convincing, though.”
“Whatever you say,” Dongmyeong says, attention already somewhere else.
*
Hansol knows something isn’t right when Dongmyeong greets him with a sunny smile in front of the cinema. Dongmyeong smiles a lot, to a lot of people but there’s just something suspicious about it right now.
It becomes clear what it is when the first words out of his mouth are, “Hey, I hope you don’t mind I invited a friend along.”
“Actually-”
Hansol doesn’t have the opportunity to finish that sentence, though, because the next second Junyoung is hurrying towards them, waving. He gives a reluctant Dongmyeong a hug and when he turns to Hansol, his smile seems… shy, almost.
“Great!” Dongmyeong exclaims, patting Junyoung’s shoulder. “Now that you’re both here, I suddenly remembered I, uh,” he absently taps his chin, then shrugs, “I forgot to feed my cat. See ya!”
He disappears before any of them can say anything.
Now, Hansol might not be the most observant, sure, but he’s not an idiot. Even if it wasn’t for the horror slowly dawning on Junyoung’s face, the fact that Dongmyeong doesn’t own a cat is a little telling. Moonkyu would have a field day with this.
Junyoung clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”
Hansol blinks at him. “What for?”
“For, uh,” he hesitates, then, “I swear I didn’t know he would just leave.” A pause, a deep breath, “I just wanted to get to know you a little, not, like, trickyouintoadateoranything.”
Hansol tries his best to bite back the smile threatening to bloom on his face. “What?”
“Come on,” Junyoung replies, voice dangerously close to a whine, “don’t make me say it again.”
“Aw,” to hell with it, Hansol thinks. He laughs, enjoying how Junyoung’s expression morphs from mortification into confusion. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Junyoung stares at him for what feels like an eternity. “You think I’m cute?”
“Uh,” Hansol says eloquently. “Sure?”
“Oh thank god,” Junyoung breathes out.
“What?” Hansol asks, genuine confusion in his voice this time.
Junyoung shrugs. “I was running out of blackmail material on Dongmyeong.”
“Of course,” Hansol rolls his eyes. “You could have just, like, said something. I don’t eat people.”
“You glared at me like I’ve ran over your puppy the first time I came into the store.”
“Okay listen,” Hansol starts, annoyed, because fuck all of them, “that’s just my face, okay? No one forced you to be into me if you don’t like how I look.”
“But,” Junyoung clears his throat. “Uh. But I like how you look? I mean. Even with the resting bitch face. You look... cute? And cuddly. I kinda really want to cuddle you.”
The annoyance drains out of Hansol in seconds, replaced by pure, unadulterated embarrassment. “Fine,” he forces out after too long of an awkward silence.
Junyoung stares like he’s seeing him for the first time. “What?”
“Oh my god,” Hansol huffs. “Do I have to spell everything out for you? We’re at the movies, you idiot.”
He can see the precise moment Junyoung gets it. He scrambles to the ticket desk, gesturing animatedly at the cashier.
Hansol laughs to himself. In private, he can admit he might be a little gloomy. Just a little. In the end, though, it doesn’t matter.
It seems like Junyoung can be cute for both of them.