Chapter Text
Hyunjin's pov
Hyunjin's day, scratch that, week, had started out shitty. He'd slept through all 17 of his alarms and if he didn't get out of bed in 3 minutes he'd be late for training. Even the coffee machine had too many buttons in the morning and was refusing to make him a goddamn Americano. Minho was in the shower and would be in it for another half an hour, so if Hyujin wanted to be on time for training he'd have to skip the coffee or pay for an overpriced Starbucks coffee.
Much to Hyunjin’s luck, the line at Starbuks was longer than usual. Since Hyunjin was already late for practice, he figured turning up later with at least some caffeine in his body would offset the inevitable lecture Yuzuru, his coach would give him.
He aimlessly browsed through Instagram stories seeing the usual; Minho's disturbing filters, Felix dancing to another TikTok and Seungmin's daily sunset photo dump. It was either the lack of sleep or the jump scare Minho with a Shrek filter gave him, that made Hyunjin miss his order being called until a couple of moments passed.
Figuring he was late enough he rushed to the counter with his receipt and handed it to the barista who looked at him blankly.
"I ordered an iced Americano?" Hyunjin asked.
"Erm, I think someone already took your order?" The barista replied after taking a look at his receipt and pointed towards a figure clad in a jean jacket, who was currently walking out of Starbucks, coffee in hand.
Hyunjin almost burst into tears in the middle of Starbucks at peak rush hour but then made eye contact with the barista who also looked like he was about to burst into tears in the middle of Starbucks at peak rush hour so he just sighed and ran after his coffee thief.
"YAH! YOU! DENIM JACKET" Hyunjin shouted and grabbed him by the elbow and spun him around.
Oh . Oh
His coffee thief was, to put it simply,
h o t
. His black hair had been pushed out of his face to show a very
sexy
wide forehead. His eyes seem to sparkle too brightly for someone who was buying coffee at 7:43 am. And his lips, were heartshaped? Not that that changed anything because obviously, a thief's a thief.
Pffft
Hyunjin wasn't that much a gay disaster.
"That's my Starbucks order you took," Hyunjin said, trying not to look too deeply into the guy's pretty eyes.
The coffee thief looked at him, raised a sexy, wtf Hyunjin, eyebrow and said "Erm no, that's my order. They called my name" and proceeded to wave HYUNJIN'S coffee in his face.
Hyunjin shifted his bag onto his other shoulder and rummaged in his pocket until he found his receipt and shoved it in the guy's face.
"HERE! LOOK! Iced American order for Hyunjin."
The guy snorted and said, "Well my order is for Hanji, that's h-a-n-j-i which you can clearly see is written in my coffee-"
Hyunjin would have found the way Hanji's face fell, funny, if he wasn't half asleep, coffee deprived and late for practice.
Hyunjin glared back at his own name written clearly in a Sharpie and said, "It says Hyunjin, h-y-u-n - YAH what the hell"
And before he could finish his sentence that little shit had opened the lid of the cup and spat into HIS coffee.
"Well not like you can drink it anymore," he smirked, and walked off before Hyunjin could respond.
He was so fucking late for practice and now he didn’t even have any coffee.
Jisung’s POV
“You’re here earlier than usual,” said Changbin, as he swung open the door to Chan’s studio.
“And why are you complaining about it hyung. Punctuality is a good thing.” retorted Jisung, hoping that he hadn’t seemed overenthusiastic by turning up early.
After Felix had introduced him to Changbin and Chan, he’d managed to impress them after performing only three of his tracks. Fastforward to three weeks later, he had secured a place in their rap group but he still hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that he was out of place among two seasoned producers.
“...probably one of your better verses. You should talk to Chan hyung about sampling one of his instrumentals from last week's sessions,” said Changbin, interrupting Jisung’s spiralling.
“Would Chan hyung let me use it?” mumbled Jisung, hoping that if Changbin didn’t hear him, Jisung wouldn’t need to face the inevitable rejection.
“Ask me what Sungie?” said Chan as he threw himself down on the chair next to Jisung. And before Jisung’s one brain cell could come up with an excuse or lie or ANYTHING that wasn’t him asking for an instrumental, Changbin interrupted him.
“He wrote a really sick rap verse that would probably fit the instrumental you were working on during the previous session but he’s too much of a pussy to ask you himself.”
Jisung simply gaped at Changbin, while Chan looked like he was trying to bite back a smile but wasn’t being very subtle about it.
“Sungie, you know we chose you out of like, tons of other rappers we met right? We wouldn’t have wanted you to join us if we didn’t believe in your talent. And that means whatever tracks or verses or instrumentals we produce here, are free for you to use. We’re 3racha, not 2racha.” said Chan, all the while never losing eye contact with Jisung.
“Th- Thanks hyung, that means a lot,” replied Jisung, trying his best not to burst into tears then and there.
Chan laughed and patted Jisung on his shoulder. “Alright, shall we start then?”
Any qualms that Jisung had felt about Chan and Changbin were immediately forgotten after they started working on a track together. It was almost as if there was an unseen force between the three of them that allowed them to bounce ideas back and forth with ease.
After an hour or so of this, Jisung stretched his arms above his head and sighed as he cracked his neck.
“I should probably head out now if I want to make it in time for my Music theory class. My professor already hates me because Seungmin kept making jokes about treble clefs and I, unfortunately, have a very loud laugh,” said Jisung as he gathered his picked up his coffee (yes HIS coffee. Fuck whoever that cute guy at Starbucks was) and bag and started to open the door.
“Oh by the way Sung, I’m having a party at my place tomorrow. You should come. You clearly need to loosen up a bit more around us and Changbin will be bringing enough alcohol for you to do that.”
“You’ll come, won’t you. Felix will be there, and you can finally meet the rest of the gang,” said Changbin.
“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there. But I think Felix being around is more of a reason for Changbin to go to Chan hyung’s party than for me,” replied Jisung as he winked at Changbin.
“YAH! YOU LITTLE SHIT!” and whatever other profanities Changbin was shouting, were shut out when Jisung closed the door to the studio.
Thank god for soundproofing.
Hyunjin’s POV
Hyunjin felt as if both his legs and his head were on fire. After turning up late for practice, he’d been punished with extra rotation jumps and had been at the receiving end of a 10-minute long lecture. Yuzuru may have held world records for skating, but he sure did hold the world record for possibly the most passive-aggressive speech in the history of mankind.
"You're free tonight, right? You don't have training tomorrow? Channie hyung's having a party at his place and you should come" Minho asked, slurping his ramen.
"You know I don't like parties hyung." Hyunjin replied. Besides he wasn't in a mood to meet anyone after the shitty day he had had.
"It's not a party - party. It's just like a gathering of around 20 people max. There'll be booze and company." Minho replied.
"You know I don't like either one of those things." Hyunjin deadpanned.
"Come onnn, do something fun for once Jinnie."
"I do fun things," Hyunjin protested.
Minho raised his eyebrow and just looked at him silently.
"Really? Fun? What do you do for fun? And I swear to god if you say figure skating I will shove these chopsticks up your left nostril," said Minho.
"But hyung… figure skating is fun."
"Then why did you burst into my room last week after practice, throw yourself onto my bed and proceed to sob for 5 mins about how you wish your parents had signed you up for singing classes instead so you could become a child star and your knee caps would be intact" Minho replied and Hyunjin wondered how long he'd been bottling up that monologue.
“And don’t act as if your bowl of ramen isn't seasoned with tears instead of chilli oil today,” continued Minho.
"Okay fine, drawing then. That's fun."
"Hyunjin, that's your major."
"Just because it's my major doesn't mean it's not fun" Hyunjin replied and pouted at Minho hoping he'd feel atleast little bit sympathetic.
Minho took a deep breath, inhaling enough oxygen to explode his right lung and said,
"You know what I mean Hyunjin. Just come. It'll be fun. You can hover in a corner with your lanky limbs and glare at people."
Instead, Hyunjin glared at his bowl of ramen hoping if he stared hard enough, a noodle would come to life and wrap itself around Minho hyung's neck and strangle him-
"Jinnie…"
"Fine, fine I'll come. Just this once. And only because I haven't seen Channie hyung and Lix in a while."
"And whose fault is that?" Minho replied.
Forget the bowl of ramen, Hyunjin would strangle Minho himself.