More Than a Closed Conversation
Park ShiOn (tripleS) x Male Reader
Tags: fluff, friendship (maybe more, maybe not), slice of life
Word count: 5.2k
a/n: honestly, I don't know how else to explain it. I've always wanted to write something out of this fic's main premise, but the execution will have to speak for itself. it's just a short fluff fic, so here we go...
Velvet's Café had just opened four weeks ago, and business has been what one would expect, except tonight. It was only a street away from the nearest university, Seoul State, where some of its students and sometimes staff would either hang out and order something or make a stop to have a cup of iced americano, a latte, or some pastries to go.
“Kamsahamnida. Masitge deuseyo!” has been Kim Doyun’s usual farewell as they either walk into their tables or exit through doors with their takeouts. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the job. But he needed something to make some money from, and what better way of doing it than accepting an offer from his first cousin’s expanding business. Perhaps he shouldn’t have accepted this as early as the second semester of freshman year. He could have spent nights like these hanging out with his friends after classes, instead of always going out on weekends, torn between exploring his young adulthood and staying home with his family while they talked about what was going on in the news or variety shows.
The moon was now hovering in the sky. It was the peaceful silence of nights like these that once convinced him to accept this shift, but now, he wasn’t so sure. Not even his phone was there to save his boredom. It was about 9:50 at night, and the only thing keeping him going at this point was the consideration of resigning, that was if his plea to change shifts to an earlier schedule was not possible. He was still a freshman, after all. He should not have been working his ass off this hard. Either way, the clock kept ticking and his foot was tapping on the floor to it, wishing he could start cleaning up instead of waiting for a single customer who might never come. He had to take in the fact, their café was still a small fish, perhaps the smallest one in a larger river dominated by hungry, hungry coffeehouse chains.
Within five seconds, Doyun felt the shivers trickling in his spine, the sharp and chilling sensation only made him clench his hands and consider turning the air conditioner off. Start taking off the leftovers. No one’s coming, he told himself as he lifted his right leg, with his right hand tugging into his apron. Just do it. Take it off and clean the place up.
That was until someone had triggered the café bells as they entered the saloon door. A woman, perhaps a student or a resident around Duyeon’s age. “Annyeonghaseyo.” His greeting wasn’t as lively as it was when he first worked, but it has been embedded into his brain that he could not go on without proper greeting, despite the fact that he was supposed to close pretty soon. Nevertheless, a customer’s a customer, he justified.
If there were any other workmates available at this hour, they probably would have told them off, yet for some reason, he just welcomed her inside because he knew he did not have the spine to do such a thing. Must be the naive or gentleman side in him, or both.
The woman simply gave a slight bow before proceeding to the pastry counter. She looks nice, his mind immediately babbled, noticing the small mole below the left side of her lips. Not that it mattered, but he has served people that caught his attention or stunned him while they ordered, but it was her unique high-pitched voice that caught this young barista off-guard once she opened her mouth. “Jogiyo. May I take some pastries to go?”
He almost shook his head in front of her while hearing her say this multiple times, but he also paid attention to where her fingers were pointing. “Oh—of, course... Do you not want a, uh, a drink to go to as well?” Was he feeling lightheaded? Was he also mistaken that her finger was pointing to basically all of the leftovers? He’s no stranger to mixing up orders, but he hasn’t gotten one wrong considering he repeats orders by the end.
“Can I?” It seemed like she didn’t just want the pastries. “I thought you’re closing in about ten minutes?” But the longer she talked, the more it made things clear for him. That’s just her voice, and it somehow enlivened him. “That’s what the sign says outside.” Made him more enthusiastic, like he was trained to behave as far as during his first shift.
“Yeah, but it’s okay, miss… If you want to order something, I can make it in time.”
“Oh… Okay then…” The woman quickly looked through the small menu right in front of her, not taking much more of his time. “Would an iced matcha latte be fine with you?”
“Ne,” he told her with a rapid nod. “What size would you like?”
“Just a medium cup will be fine,” she answered, maintaining her polite smile to him.
He completed the list, getting a grip on himself since it was practically just two sets of order from her. “Okay, I’ll just repeat your order. You want all of these pastries, and a medium cup of matcha latte.” This would’ve been less awkward with a lot more noise.
“Ne,” she simply answered before pursing her lips while slowly looking around the cafe.
He proceeded to process the overall payment on the cashier. His awkwardness in the air couldn’t even be more apparent, but the woman had sensed his discomfort and fixation moments ago. She had to warm up the tension for both their sakes, mostly for herself.
“It’s the voice, isn’t it?” she broke the ice of silence, her innocent eyes darting at him.
His eyes widened, like a rubber band being stretched to its limits. Caught. “Pardon?”
“You’re weirded out by my voice,” she addressed the elephant in the room, albeit with the harshest assumption she thought. “I sound like a child or I inhaled some helium.”
His heart was immediately flowing with guilt, but it gave him a push to defend himself. “Aniyo, aniyo!” Perhaps he should’ve been more courteous when she entered. But that would have been just us patronizing. It was pointless to argue with himself when she’s basically read his initial impressions of her. If he was not as unenthusiastic earlier, he would’ve greeted her just like anyone else. “That’s not the case, but I, ummm, I didn’t mean to make things awkward, miss.”
“Gwenchanayo.” He didn’t say or think anything yet aside from apologizing, but she immediately assured him. “It’s not the first time I’d heard of those things… I’ve kinda gotten used to it, that I assumed it’s—Dwaesseo.” She realized that the man’s neither a therapist or councilor, though his ears remained attentive. “How much is the payment?”
“Ah, yeah…” He informed her of the price, to which she pulled out her wallet. After their almost complete disastrous transaction, the barista handed her the receipt and made his last drink of the night while she sat on the chair nearest to the counter. He would’ve still been frozen by his small mess, but thankfully, she was on her phone. It seemed like she wasn’t as bothered by his reaction, but caution still kept his mind guarded while he got the ingredients and equipment to make the drink, putting his gathering of the pastries to a pause. Doyun would have gotten the bamboo whisk from the cabinet and made himself look fancier, but he didn’t want to take too much of the woman’s time.
Using the second best procedure he learned, he had to blend the matcha powder and hot water from the dispenser into a blender for thirty seconds. With something that he usually does in five minutes, Doyun was able to get it into the ice-filled cup within four, pouring in coconut milk on top. Closing the cup with the lip, the remaining minute was spent on reheating the pastries into the microwave. Unknown to him, the woman’s eyes had already shifted right at him. She was unsure whether to be concerned or impressed, but the limited time was enough for the barista to do his final order, whether for tonight or a long while, if he chose to step down after this shift.
As soon as a loud ring came from the microwave, the woman got up from her seat and walked into the counter. Doyun’s peripherals expected her movement. “It’s.”
“I don’t think your voice is weird,” he had to affirm to her. “I was just surprised when you first spoke, that’s all. It’s really unique. It is kind of feel-good, soothing in a way. And sounding like someone on helium without the need to do so sounds pretty cool… But that’s just my opinion.”
Sensing her lips slowly curve upwards, she opened her mouth with regards. “Ahhh…” She wanted to thank him, but a fraction of her pride held her lips shut.
“And I don’t mean that in a bad way,” he quickly added. “I mean feel-good like ASMR or that Lofi Girl if she had a voice. But actually, I was more surprised with you ordering all of the leftovers. You ended up pointing your fingers at all of the pastries, I wasn’t sure if I got your order right.” He had also meant to say cute, charming or adorable, but he kept himself from slipping words that might’ve gotten him in trouble. They’re both strangers.
The woman chuckled, shaking her head while his words had already gotten through her, making her feel more at ease. “It’s okay, you got it right. That’s my bad… From outside, I didn’t know half of them were already gone… I don’t want the rest of ‘em to go to waste.”
“We actually give most of our leftovers to shelters or deliver them to their suppliers by morning, so none of them would’ve been wasted regardless…” he informed her.
“Oh, really?” His clarification brightened her spirits up. “That’s a relief, then… I’ll still be taking all of it.” And yet, she was also unashamed of her own gourmand-driven decision.
“Sure thing…” He couldn’t hold in his chuckle, getting the tongs from the counter. “Believe it or not, it's actually nice to have the counter be cleared for one tonight.”
“Have there not been many customers here?” she wondered. His words weirdly felt like an insult that even she felt some guilt for not visiting this place sooner, given her desire to explore more new and fresh places around or outside the university campus.
“We’ve only been open for a month, so we’ve only been getting the most customers in the morning until afternoon… When it’s night, well,” he raised and extended his left hand into the empty seats and tables. “The place basically becomes a ghost town.”
“Seems like a really cozy place, though…” She admitted, though not in a pouty way, just more encouraging. “More people should come here whenever they just wanna study, or just hang out with their close buds. Or meet new folks… Especially even when it’s late.”
“With Ediya and Starbucks being a long staple around these parts?” He didn’t want to scoff nor make himself sound like he was doubting his own cousin’s business. “Well, I don’t know about that, but thanks for the compliment.” He could be both realistic and appreciative at the same time.
“Your menu has a lot of cheaper prices, so that’s one upper hand you have. And another, you guys are new, so there’s still a lot of room for discoverability.” He knew she brought up valid points, to his surprise. “In terms of the quality, well, I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Then I can resign if it won’t be satisfactory.” The woman’s eyes widened at his bet, but they ended up both laughing at their playful exchange as soon as she realized. He was confident about his craft, and oddly enough, she had trust in his earnest concoction, having witnessed his continual bursts of compliance and dedication from her seat.
“Would be nice to have this place open a little later, like around midnight,” she added, subconsciously pouting out of instinct while she took another scan of the cafe, a gaze that he followed. “If that’s something you considered, at least. It’s just a suggestion.”
“And if you want, I can give that suggestion to our manager... We’re related, actually.” Doyun didn’t have to say it, but he had to come up with something to stop his pauses. “She’ll probably hire a few more staff for it, but it’s not much of a problem when she’s already running her own bakery.”
“Oooooh…” Nevertheless, she was intrigued by openness, especially the last part. “Well, I’d like that… More people definitely would, if they get a chance to hang out somewhere at night. Staying inside our dorms tends to get boring, too… And not everyone’s a party animal.”
A small window to her routine gave him some clue about her. “You go to Seoul State?”
“I do,” she nodded at a moderate pace. “Just this year.”
His guess was right, after all, making him snicker. “Oh, same. I’m a freshman too.”
Her smile widened into a beam. It’s like she just met a new friend. “You’re kidding?” It didn’t even cross her mind, but it also made sense to her. “What major are you from?”
The shivers in his spine began to warm up. “I’m taking Marketing. How about you?”
“Mass Communication,” she simply answered.
“I see… That must be why you’re pretty honest and easy-going.”
His words sounded more sincere than flattering. “I don’t know. That’s just how I grew up… Decided it’d be convenient if they go hand-in-hand while I sort things out…” But she didn’t want to talk too much about her major. “And, uhh, Marketing, huh? Is that why you’re so good as a barista? You know your way into making caffeinated drinks… Hyping up and connecting with people while making their drinks.”
To him, she actually sounded more of a natural sweet talker than he tried to be.“It’s just a gig… Admittedly I’ve always been drinking coffee since high school… So maybe that’s why I got into it.”
“Too much caffeine isn’t good for you, you know?” she giggled.
He let out a sigh. “Yeah, I learned it the hard way," but it’s not just that... I thought cafés are pretty special places to be in. At least before things get busier eventually, I just think that’s the beauty of places like this. Some may call me a people pleaser, but even then, my job is pretty much just making them coffee by the end of the night, right? If someone like me gets too nosy and annoying for customers, then maybe we’ll just be replaced by those unmanned cafés everyone’s been going crazy for nowadays.”
His moment of vulnerability somewhat touched her. “Hmm… I know some folks like unmanned cafés, and I admit, I kinda get the appeal too, but I’d love and prefer if we have more willing and passionate baristas looking after their customers. Everything would be much less soulless. And there's nothing annoying with that… I don’t think machines can ever give a simple compliment or just be considerate, the way you do.”
He didn’t have much to add. “That’s, umm… That’s a considerate thing to say. Thanks.”
“That’s just my opinion,” she giggled, avoiding his gaze as she mirrored his words.
“Well, it’s one we sometimes need to hear.” Maybe even more than sometimes.
They remained standing in place, their smiles not resting at this renewed atmosphere they were able to accumulate just within minutes. For a moment, they forgot to realize they were just a barista and customer, until Doyun looked back at the packed pastry to his left, just lying on the table. The thought of it getting colder with every second made him panic for the quality of the food.
“Oh, right!” He carried the paper bag from his side onto the front of the counter. “Here are your pastries,” Followed by her drink. “...And your one medium iced matcha latte.”
With a soft bow, the woman picked up her takeouts from the barista, the warm bag on the left and her cold drink on the right. “Kamsahamnida.” Despite her polite gratitude, however, her legs have yet to move to the door.
Amidst their silence, Doyun noticed the current time on the clock. 10:15. “Omo, omo… I’m sorry for taking more of your time, miss!”
“No, no, don’t be,” she told him, even shaking her head just to convince him. “Don’t worry about the time… If it gets cold, I can just use my oven back at my dorm.”
Both his eyebrows raised in fascination. “You have an oven at your dorm?”
She couldn’t help but form a coy smile, yet she’s not embarrassed. “Just a small one.”
“Oh… Majayo,” he chuckled, in disbelief at himself for thinking of something more extreme. “That makes sense.” Even a large oven would not be surprising nowadays.
“Yeah… And by the way, do you have Instagram?” she asked him out of the blue.
“What?” He almost stuttered, still processing what she meant.
“The café, I mean,” she clarified. “Or any social account you may have.”
“I—ah…” He scanned the counter. Despite some pressure fueling him, he was briefed about this certain situation before by his cousin. He just never expected it to actually play out in person. “Oh, um, here it is.” His hand reached for a small laminated sign containing their social media accounts, as well as their various payment methods.
Placing both takeouts on the floor for a second, she held the sign with her left hand, typing the socials on her phone on her right as quickly as she could. “Seems like you didn’t know the café had an account.”
“I’m not the one handling it,” he explained. “So I don’t really have much of a clue what’s going on there. But whenever there’s something new to the menu, I’m sure it’ll be there.”
“That makes sense…” She slid her phone down on her pocket, before picking up her food and drink with both hands. “And I, uhh, I’ll stay tuned to that.”
Doyun immediately exited the counter the second she walked towards the entrance, getting there first so he could open the nearest sliding door for her. “I’ll get the door for you.”
“Oh…” It made him stop her tracks, but she didn’t want to keep him waiting or tire his arm out either. “Kamsahamnida,” she murmured while hurrying outside the door.
“You sure you don’t need any help with that?” he asked, extending his arm on the door.
Despite reaching the outdoors, she couldn't take her eyes off his arms and face. “Gwenchanayo… I can handle these. Appreciate it, though!” For the first time, something within herself was forcing her to start marching away. “But, umm… Kalkeyo!”
“Annyeonghi gaseyo…” he bowed and waved to her from a distance, before adding, “Masitge deuseyo!”
The whole afternoon he was sulking by himself, wishing himself out of this position of dealing with mundane tasks, he failed to realize what could still be special about it, all thanks to one late conversation with this delightful stranger. Still, the exhaustion this barista has gone through the whole month made him reconsider if being a barista at freshman year was the ideal extracurricular for him. Hence, he took a few days off.
= = =
Two days had passed and it was Thursday night. Doyun was already on his bed, about to close his eyes, when he got a call from his older cousin. A video call too, to his confusion. He could’ve pressed the reject button if he wanted, but she’s also his employer, and the possibility of getting another earful from her in person only made him answer the call, letting out a deep sigh and bracing himself for whatever she might spill around 09:20.
“Doyun-ah!” He had to lower his volume five bars, hearing her rejoice right into his ear. “I owe you a lot, kid… You've done a great job.”
He scratched his head, finding himself in a situation like Go Minsi receiving her award. “Uh, thanks, but about what exactly, Yerim-noona?”
“More customers came in person to your branch in Seoul State,” the older woman cheered. “And our bakery here in Seongdong-gu! Delivery’s always convenient for customers, but you got to understand, we here could only handle so much.”
Was he still dreaming? “How’d that happen?” A growth like this was almost sudden, but not necessarily unwelcomed for business, considering her main bakery’s already steady success, as if her still being there at this hour wasn’t enough to stress her dedication.
“You tell me. There’s this account on Instagram…” She sent him the link. “They might not have millions of followers, but to us, they’re kind of an icon for their post two days ago. Got us not just more followers, but we’re getting a lot of actual in-person orders.”
The username: ppangppanggo_0406. It’s a foodie account rather than a personal one. An account with 9,923 followers, not including himself, was only a year old. Their latest post was only posted two days ago, yet it gained more likes than her own follower count, more than a quarter of the university’s population. He did not have to look further. The entrance of the building. The date and time it was taken. All eight assorted pastries he took out of the counter. The iced matcha latte he made under pressure. The caption contained scores, ranging from 4.5 to 5 alongside brief assessments.
Within a few seconds, Doyun realized that only one person could have definitely taken these photos. Exhaling with a snicker, the young woman had become more of a mystery to Doyun, but nevertheless, he now has her to be grateful for. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind him he was appreciated. That it’s worth it.
“Huh… Wow… That’s pretty, wow… But why didn’t you think of that in the first place?” He teased her cousin, covering his own jittering brought by this accomplishment from being too obvious. He was a mere barista who took her offer because of making a quick buck, but he knew his cousin deserved this increasing growth and more.
“I was busy with our main branch, so I was hoping you could handle the accounts. If not, make more on others… I can give you the pass—” Her face of rejoice slowly turned into suspicion. “Jamkkanman, are you not following our socials? Doyun-ah?”
He sensed she would question him right there and there, so he got his fingers to work in a flash while his head hovered above the phone camera. “Iiiiiiiiiiiii just followed it now.”
Yerim hissed from her side of the call, her eyes darting at him with terror just right after seeing a familiar account follow the café’s account. “Waaaahhh, jinjja, Kim Doyun-ah! I ought to—Kid, this is not what I’m paying you to do, come on.”
“Mianhae, noona…” He held in his laughter. “I’ll take care of the accounts, if you want… But maybe I could ask for a slight change in our condition?”
Looking at the camera, his question made her pay full attention to him. “What is it?”
= = =
Friday. For him, classes ended in the afternoon, although his shift had a little change in schedule. The clock reached 10:30, and yet the café remained open. Not to mention the customers chilling on most of the tables, combined with people ordering their drinks to go. The café has gotten him a new cashier as a partner for this shift, thankfully a friend.
The sign of Velvet’s Café outside has extended its closing time during weekends, from the old 10:00 P.M. into the new 1:30 A.M., though nothing was final. It was still a trial period by this time, approved by none other than his cousin and the café's head founder, Kim Yerim. The scale and aesthetic of the café has lived to its true potential.
Even as late as this hour, groups of friends or couples would still find the time to order and sit down on wooden chairs, chilling as if they’re in a lounge, taking sips of their tea and coffee, with some having their desserts under the calming atmosphere, complemented by the lo-fi music played by the place’s newly installed speaker. Some of them would argue about the cultural impact of KPop Demon Hunters. Some would steal kisses from each other. Some focus on working on their laptops with their headphones.
If this lively yet cozy night couldn’t have made him more motivated in his job, the next group of customers to enter the café would make Doyun freeze in front of the cashier. His workmate scratched his head from his left, shaking his head and scoffing before heading straight back into the kitchen to substitute for Doyun’s tasks.
“You’re here again.” Her voice sounded even more angelic since the first time he heard. “I mean, it’s your shift again.” The woman had two friends walking behind her, looking at him with curiosity, yet it appeared as if they were expecting his particular presence.
“I had class throughout the last few days, but yeah… I’m back for the weekend.” At the same moment, he didn’t want to let the elephant leave the room. Not her voice. Or her bluntness. Not literally, anyways. But her voice gave him a wake-up call. “So, it’s you… Ppangppango?”
Her eyes briefly closed while her smile widened. “Yeah… I’m not too open about that, though. It’s just a little hobby of mine.”
“Well, your ‘hobby’ kinda gave our café a huge boost, you know?” he crossed his arms, trying and failing to maintain a professional tone, despite his eagerness to thank her.
“I didn’t do much,” she humbly countered. “Your products spoke for themselves. I just gave an honest review because well… They’re really amazing.”
“I–uh, kinda owe you on that one.” He sounded more vulnerable with his delivery.
The woman’s eyes widened, and yet, she felt comfort in his words. “Glad I can help.”
But despite this warm moment, Doyun had to keep up his professionalism as a barista when he noticed how merrily humorous the woman’s friends were acting behind her. He quickly cleared his throat. “So… what will you be ordering tonight, miss?”
“Miss?” the woman’s taller friend repeated, a teasing smile and gaze slowly forming as she gave her shoulder a little bump, signaling something only they were aware of. “He’s really calling you Miss?” the brown-haired friend murmured with a giggle.
The woman simply shook her head, immediately bending her smile into a slight frown. “Hayeon-ah. Are you girls gonna order or will tonight be your treat?” While remaining somewhat playful, her cadence hushed them, as if she was disciplining them like kids.
“Unnie!” Hayeon whined, but she knew this was a public space. “Arasseo, arasseo… I didn’t even say anything about him.” She shifted her attention to him. “But I will have… An iced mocha cappuccino. Medium cup... And maybe Chaewon-ah might catch up with us later. She’ll probably want one of these strawberry trifles.”
“So you can just take a bite out of it?” Shion sneered. “What will Chae think of that?”
“It might be her favorite, but we know she’s gonna be able to eat them all, anyways,” Hayeon shrugged. “A little nibble won’t hurt… I’ll give you a slice too, if you want.”
“Fine… Please add those to the orders,” she told the barista before facing her tall friend. “How about you, Lynn-chan?”
“Hmmm…” The taller woman looked through the glass, somewhat mirroring her friend’s habit that same night. I’ll have three buns of curry bread, three pieces of those cookies, and one medium cup of winter melon milk tea…” Lynn quickly took out a bill from her pocket to give to the woman, confounding her. “And here’s my part of the payment.”
With his mannerly nods, Doyun listed down and repeated her friends’ orders, and even though this task wasn’t assigned to him, his partner had already accepted he was stuck there until the end. The woman tried to reject Lynn’s cash, but the latter and Hayeon saw themselves to find a table, leaving her alone with him. “Okay. How about you—”
“Sion,” she interrupted, handing out her payment with a welcoming, friendlier gaze. She did not need to hear the total price, but she just wanted to unveil her own name, instead of just hearing ‘miss’ once more. “My name is Shion. And I’ll have a medium hot matcha latte… And a slice of chocolate cake.”
“Ah, right…” While processing the payment to her, he let his mouth talk. “Call me if you need anything else, Shion-ssi.” To the point where he couldn’t filter out and process his own words. “I mean we have a pager that you can use from your table, if you want to add something later… Or if you want… You can also call me by my name. Doyun.”
She expressed her amusement by exhaling through her nose as she received both her receipt and the pager from him. “Will do, Doyun-ssi... Gomapseumnida.” A quick and simple touch of their fingers made the barista feel not a spark, but more of a flutter in his chest, and still, he was too occupied with his job to even process such a feeling while the lady joined her friends at their table, with him being unaware that her face quickly shrank into embarrassment as they waved their arms and invited her with laughter.
He relayed the orders to his partner from the kitchen, who immediately prepared the ingredients for the drinks of the three. While there was yet another customer, Doyun picked up the tongs next to the pastry counter, which he slid open with more energy.
“Seems like you two are close,” his partner noticed as he placed a tray on the counter.
He straightened his posture. “Not at all… I just met her recently.” He turned to him, figuring out his assumption. “What makes you say that, Juho-yah?”
“Well, geunyang.” That wasn't enough of an answer, but the smirk in his face said it all. “She seems interested in you.”
His eyes squinted, his one eyebrow higher than the other. “How?”
Juho nudged his arm playfully. “Just an honest observation, dude… Besides, you took over the cashier instead of passing it to me, being my responsibility, so…”
“Huh… Did I, now?” He broke his own awkwardness with a light snicker. “Mianhaeyo.”
“It’s all right,” Juho assured. “Just start making the drinks, bro. I’ll handle the pastries.”
Doyun stole a glance to the women’s table, seeing Shion and her friends complain about their latest midterms project. The moment he looked away to plug in the blender and make the first drink, Shion was listening to Lynn and Hayeon’s critiques about their strict, two-faced professors, when her eyes slowly landed back on Doyun. Her fingers were subconsciously tapping onto the pager on the table, waiting not just for their order, but his attention.
= = =
It ain't much, but I hope you liked it, even though it's the same length as some of my one-shots. maybe I'll make a continuation, because I had scenarios of this played out (lol that's the problem with me). just not too soon, 'cause I'm focusing on writing up shorter fics of this certain length, if not shorter, within a well... short time.
anyways, I'll start working on my next short fic or one-shot asap. thank you for the read, take care, and have a nice day!
