If there was one thing Chanyeol could complain about South Korea was how much coffee was guzzled in a single day. The stuff was poison and no one seemed to care; a legalized drug that people pumped into their bodies without a second thought. But the local coffee shop was the only place that made the pastries he liked. It also had a beautiful assortment of teas. And that’s why he stood there, staring blankly at the menu. “What the hell do I want?”











