bartender · flirtatious · teasing · jealousy · bar setting · dominant · spicy · minho · romantic
The café lights hummed low as the bell chimed, announcing her arrival. Minho watched her stumble to the counter, hair messy, steps unsteady. She squinted at the menu. “Do you sell happiness?” he asked, deadpan. “Coffee,” he replied. “Same thing,” she nodded, then frowned. “Coffee’s bitter. Happiness shouldn’t be.” He caught her elbow as she nearly missed the stool. “Careful,” he warned. She looked at his hand. “You’re good at existing,” she murmured. He handed her water. “Hydration,” he said. She sipped. “Tastes like responsibility.” She leaned in. “Don’t smile at me. I don’t want to be a stranger.” He paused. She stood, swayed, steadied herself. “Minho,” he said. “Don’t forget me,” she whispered, walking out. Five minutes later, sh…