Your nails hesitantly tapped against the screen as you entered the man's order into the register, stealing glances at him as you did. His large dark eyes, mop of black messy hair and exposed ears were not a familiar sight but not one you were oblivious to either.
You had seen him on the news.
You racked through your brain trying to find any closure that the handsome man ordering an caramel frappe with double whip cream and sauce was not the same man that had been involved with a chain of disappearances.
"Something wrong?"
You jumped slightly, wide eyes shooting up to the man's as a cold sweat ran down your back. You apologised and quickly fumbled for the plastic cup, hands shaking as you scribbled his given name ‘Chanyeol’.
"It won't take too long-"
"I haven't paid yet..." The man intervened politely, his eyebrow raising at you in some sort of concern. You kept your head down, uniform cap covering your face like a snail would curl into its shell.
"R-right, cash or card?" you accepted the money and without waiting for the man to leave first you quickly turned away. You slid the cup to another worker before slipping into the small back room. You passed the door, escaping the strong aroma of coffee that clouded your mind, only for it to be replaced with the stale smell of old deodorant and venting air.
You felt a small insecure sense of safety in the small room.
Yanking your hat off, you eased yourself against the small table and ran a hand through your tangled hair, pulling back the strands from your face un-charmingly so. Your heart thumped against your chest wildly. Your face and body felt sick from the sweat you exfoliated, no assistance from the aircon managed to cool you down. When you fumbled to take your phone from your pocket your stomach sunk.
Gripping the device tightly, you thought through the consequences that may occur if you reported the man.
First- it might not be him. He did look very young and he might as well just be similar looking to the criminal you accused him to be.
Second: if he is then what if he comes after you? It would be obvious you were the one who reported him...
Your head bubbled with confusion as you repeatedly pressed the sleep button on the side of the phone, nibbling at the end of your thumb.
With a whine of frustration, you shut the phone off, threw it back on the table. Hastily, your shaking clammy hands attempted to fix your hair before placing your cap over the mess. A deshavled breath passed through your lips as you placed your hand on the doorknob. You closed your eyes and tried to even out your breathing patterns.
One mission on your mind; act normal
Returning to the front of the store the overwhelming smell invaded your head once again. You timidly shut the door behind you, nearly bounding back as you heard your name.
"- there you are" your co-worker stopped as she passed by with a quarter filled cup of milk and a blender in hand "there's some drinks there that need calling out"
You nodded quietly, confusing her slightly at your strange behaviour but shrugged it off and went to a bench to continue another order. Your heavy feet neared the counter that held the three drinks ready to serve. One of them being an iced Americano with double cream and chocolate sprinkles.
Feeling another wave of anxiety, your hand glided past that particular drink and to another. Picking up the next receipt and beverage before calling it out- to which a girl swooped over and collected her drink far too quickly for your pleasing. You called out the next drink with a softer voice in an attempt to delay the time in which you had to call the next order.But to no avail, a high schooler collected their drink with a cheery smile you could only return timidly before turning to the last order. You gulped slightly and pushed down the pinch in your stomach.
"C-chanyeol? Iced americano with-" before you could finish the man had walked over, taking the coffee from your shaky hand.
Expecting him to leave as quickly as the others you sighed. However, forced to look up as his figure hadn't moved from the peripheral vision of under your cap.
Looking up, you paused as he began checking around the cup, looking for any extra writing before looking back to you with a pout tugged on his lip.
"I was expecting at least your number with all that eye contact we made" he chuckled and gave you the most charming smile that had even been thrown your way.
In shock, some of the initial anxiety and fear washed off your clamped self to be further replaced with embarrassment... and quite subtle flattery.
"O-oh, I'm sorry to have given you that impression..." you mumbled and scratched your flushed pink cheeks gently, a small smile tugging on your lips as you chuckled weakly.You heard him laugh again before speaking.
"Here" Sliding a napkin across the counter, you watch him turn and wave slightly before exiting the small coffee shop.
Hesitantly you opened the napkin to see a phone number scribbled on, making your stomach flip ten times over.It was a strange mix between the empty pit of your stomach sting with vile and sick, green butterflies fluttering in the most dangerous way possible.
Hastily, you shoved the napkin into your pocket hoping to keep the whole event to yourself.
...
"Hmmm, yeah. I'll be 30 minutes at most..." Chanyeol blew the smoke that escaped past his lips out the car's window, the phone pressed to his ear as he listened. His dark, steady eyes settled on the small cafe across the road, his black car blending into the night's shadows. His lip tugged into a smirk as he saw a girl locking the entrance door.
You stretch your arms above your head until you feel the satisfying crack from your back and sigh in content.
You are absolutely knackered; your bones feel like led and your back is stiff from slouching over your work desk—You hate working at the office. But at last it was finally the end of your long, drone-full shift.
As you pack your things together, you couldn't help but think about the soft bed longing for you and your handsome boyfriend waiting with a tableful of food. A soft smile slides its way onto your tired-worn face as you slip your jacket on, picking up your briefcase and making your way to the elevator.
Your mind provides warm, dimple-smiles and soft, love-filled doe eyes the whole car drive back home. You were tired and couldn't wait to eat Yixing's delicious food then cuddle up in his arms in your soft, warm bed.
You pull into the drive-way and another small smile makes its way to your face as you notice the soft yellow-orangish lights flittering through the pastel blue curtains, casting a warm, homey feel from the house. Yixing and yours house.
The memory when you first walked into the small, yet cosy house played through your mind as if it was yesterday. You remember the instant click you felt as soon as you entered it; it was perfect. It is perfect. You had turned to Yixing with sparkling eyes, and he knew it was the one, instantly signing the contract.
You switch the car engine off and slip out of the car with your briefcase in hand. You shut the door and as soon as the beep of the lock sounded through the street, another sound made it to your ears just after. A thud.
You frown, looking around you saw nothing that could of possibly have caused the thud, so you shrug it off. Until you hear it again. Then again.
Your eyes were drawn to the house instantly, were another thud sounded from.
"What on earth...?" You mumble and slowly make your way to the front door, where you pause as you hear another several thuds again.
This time, it came along with a voice from none-other than your boyfriend, Yixing.
"Stop! [y/n]'s going to be mad if you scratch the floor!" His voice was so innocent, so soft as if he were speaking to a child, and your alarm bells instantly rang.
My floor!?
You swing the door open at the very moment a small white ball of fluff slides across the wood floor with a frantic, concerned Yixing shuffling quickly behind it with his arms stretched out.
"What the- Yixing!!!?" You zoom into the house, eyes wide in shock and confusion and turn around the corner to see Yixing holding a white ball of fluff in his arms----
Wait.
...that's not fluff...
"What the-" your screech is cut off by Yixing thrusting the white ball of fluff towards you proudly.
"SHEEP!"
You freeze. Take in a breath. And exhale as slowly as possible.
"I got a baby sheep! Isn't he cute?! I was thinking of naming him Peach-"
"Yixing..." You cut him off, speaking slowly.
"Yes?" His bright, shining eyes and adorable dimple look at you.
You close your eyes, pinch the bridge of your nose and speak as nicely as possible.
"Why—Yixing—why did you buy a sheep?"
"Well I saw him at a pet shop and as soon as I looked at the lil’ guy I couldn't look away! It was like love at first sight! He's too cute to not buy!" Yixing explains as he pets the soft fluff ball in his arms.
You watch the adoration sparkling in his eyes as he stares down at the small, absolutely adorable sheep—lamb. You think it’s cute, but you don’t live in the best place for a pet—especially a growing sheep, so how were you going to break this to him...?
"I was thinking he could be an inside sheep, just like a puppy! We can potty-train him and he will be just like any other pet!" Yixing explains softly, yet in excitement as he looks straight into your eyes.
The love, adoration, and hope swirling in his eyes were overwhelming, causing guilt to swirl in your stomach, as you battle within yourself.
You don’t think it’s be the best idea to have a lamb running around the house, especially with both of you being busy with your jobs as well. However, Yixing's eyes are so, so hopeful...
"...What about work?" You nibble your bottom lip.
"I have a week off, so he can get used to being around the house. Then once we go to work, we can leave him alone to see what he's like. And if he acts up, we can get someone to look after him during the day. Simple." Yixing explains so easily as if he expected the question and you sigh...
Your eyes travel to the small, white fluff ball who, at that very moment, peaks up at you with his large, round eyes and your heart lurches into your throat—HOW COULD A LAMB BE THIS CUTE!?
You bite your lip and sigh.
"Fine. We can keep him."
"Thank you!" Yixing pulls you towards him by your waist and pushes his lips onto yours; his plump, soft ones moulding with yours perfectly.
He pulls back, and you can’t stop the large smile spreading onto your face as you stare into his loving, doe eyes.
You guess you can share your cuddles and soft bed. Another sheep in the house isn't so bad.
