this was going to be the absolute last time that Han would ever try to help out another person. that much was understood to himself as the bratty behavior of the other was still irritating him. Han was under the impression that another coffee, or the promise of one, could fix the attitude. But alas humanity fails him once more. he watched the barista behind the counter carefully after tucking away the spare change from the cashier into his wallet. we give them a chance to mess up, before we insult their establishment again, otherwise, we have to ask to hold the spit in our future orders. we can’t shame the people who make our coffee, then we have to make our own— but there he spotted the problem. he raised his hand, pointed. “It’s Yoosung”
He then, pressumed to spell it for the idiot barista, his condescending tone droning on “Y-o-o-s-u-n-g. Remember the name for next time.”
he then turned to Yoosun to give him an uncharacteristic perk of a smile. “I apologize for my laughter. I hope you enjoy your next coffee, Yoosung.” he stepped aside, presumably to Yoosung’s left to continue to watch the barista, making for a rather uncomfortable environment, so he spoke.
“It’s such a shame that such an establishment could have a reputation tarnished due to poor customer service.”
Yoosung stiffened when the stranger spoke again, his eyes narrowing. “Excuse me, but how the fuck do you know my name?” The words weren’t meant as a threat as much as they came out, but his paranoia was quickly getting the best of him and he felt the strongest urge to just run out. And although he tried to stay rational, there was no way someone could have just gotten his name from ‘You Suck’ -- there were too many options and variations, especially when it came to Korean names.
Taking a step back, the blond kept his eyes on the male, rather than waste another second on some asshole barista. “Who sent you? Was it my family? I cannot get any further away, leave me the fuck alone.”
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