I never was the person to hurt others. No. That's why I decided to work at this cute, little café. They fed me without me having to hurt others.

      But it was self-defense.

     It all started when six- no- seven males walked in. They seemed harmless enough- despite their coats hiding themselves and ear pieces glues to the side of their heads. Though, one and I hit it off.

      "Could I have a caramel macchiato?" One with brown hair asked.

     I smiled, despite wanting to scrunch up my nose and yell at him. Could've at least said 'please'.

     "Mmm... that sounds pretty good right now! I'll have one too!" Another one with a boxy smile giggled.

     "Coming right up, sir," I bowed, looking at the others. "What about you five?"

     The others ordered, well, every one of them except one. He stared out the window with a blank expression. Actually. I had seen him before. He's a regular.

     "Is everything alright?" I had asked him. "Usually you'll ask for a black coffee."

      "Hm?" He turned his head to look at me. His expression wasn't fully blank. He had a sad glaze in his eyes.

     "Oh. Yeah. I'll have the black coffee," he simply said and turned back to the window.

     Nodding, I finally walked away.

    With a gentle hum, I grabbed the coffee grounds and poured them into the top of the machine.

    The ding of the bell snapped me away from the macchiato mix.

     The six men stopped talking and looked towards the door. Even the one busy staring at the outside world snapped his head back.

    "Hello sir," I bowed my head as I poured the hot water onto the grounds. "What can I do for you?"

    "Oh! Hello, ma'am! I just heard that this is a great place to get some good coffee!" The man chuckled happily, sitting at the counter and watched me work.

     "What would you like?" I handed him a small menu and then turned, getting cups and a tray ready.

     "Just a coffee should be good!"

     "I'll start on that right away," I told the man as I took the group's coffees and macchiatos to them.

      "It smells amazing!" The two boys who ordered the macchiatos exclaimed, grabbing their cups.

      "What do you say?" One- I'm guessing older than the two boys- narrowed his eyes at the two.

     "Ah! Thank you, barista-nim!" One gave me a boxy smile. "This is delicious!"

     "Thank you," the other one gave a small smile. Shy.

      I bowed and walked back behind the counter to get started on the coffee, not being able to help but to listen to the conversation emitting from the group.

      "You come here often, hyung?"

      "Yeah. Why else would I recommend coming here?"

       "Who knows. Maybe you were walking past and saw some cuties?"

       "Do you know the barista?"

       "Who?"

       "The barista that served us our drinks."

        "Oooh. (Y/n)?"

       "If that's what her name is."

       "Hey, ma'am, could I also have a scone?" The one man with his boring coffee asked, snapping me away from the group's conversation.

      "Of course. Blueberry or strawberry?"

      "The blueberry," the man grinned, putting the small menu down once again.

      "Uwa~" a laugh made me visibly jump.
     
      "Shut up," the first one who ordered black coffee spat.

      "It's alright, Yoongi," the one with black hair grinned down on the short blue haired.

      One, with light brown-orange hair gave me a side-glance with low whispers. Ignoring them with a shiver, I proceeded to hand the man his scone.

     "This looks even better than it did on the menu! Thank you!"

     "Namjoon, don't be so rude," the black haired man was now criticising the orange haired male.

     "I was just saying! This place seems really weird," Namjoon grumbled.

     "You didn't have to come here with me," Yoongi sighed. "I was just suggesting it to help get your minds off of work."

      "It's kinda hard to help us calm down when we're supposed to be going to a ghoul prison tonight," one with blonde hair gave a pout, looking at his ice coffee.

      My eyes widened slightly and I unconsciously started to scrub the table harder.

     "Barista-nim? Are you alright?" One of the boys, the blonde one, asked.

      "Oh- uh.. yup. There's just something on here that's real difficult to get off-"

     Yoongi opened his mouth, so I gave them a sheepish smile. "-But I got it! Phew!"

      "Like I said; this place seems oddly sketchy... like... everyone who come here only gets black coffee-"

      "-yah! What's so wrong about black coffee?" Yoongi frowned.

      "Nothing, hyung, but-"

     "Mr, would you like a refill?" I asked, looking at Yoongi- who had finished his whole cup.

      "Oh... please?" He gave me the cup with very slight shaky hands.

      "Why so shaken, hyung?" One of them teased as I walked behind the counter to make a fresh batch.

      "Do you have a crush?" Another one joined in.

      "Eh?! No!" Yoongi was quick to deny, red blooming on his very pale skin cheeks.

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      I sighed, leaving the cafe and walking out into the snowy streets of Seoul. They were empty, just a few people every now and then or Cars that speed past.

      My stomach grumbled, making me huff out a warm breath of hungry air.

      "(Y/n)? Right?" I heard a familiar voice. Namjoon. "Do you think I could get one last cup of coffee?"

      "Oh!" I swallowed as my mouth started salivating, pressing my hunger down, and turned, giving him a bow. "I'm sorry, but the cafe is closed until six tomorrow."

       "Maybe just one?" He asked, tilting his head.

       "I'm really can't... I was actually going home to eat-"
 
      "May I take you somewhere?" Namjoon pressed.

       "You're being really bothersome. It's too late and I have work tomorrow. Leave me alone," I forced a smile, clenching my fists so hard that crescents form from my nails bitting into the pale skin.

      "What happened to the nice barista that my friend likes?" Namjoon asked, hand tightening on his case.

       "She's tired and hungry and wants to go home," I snarled, turning my back on him and started to walk away.

      "Namjoon," said friend's voice gave me shivers. "Oh! Hi, (Y/n)."

       "H- hello," I cleared my throat, turning around. Namjoon smelled so nice, making my mouth water and my stomach grumble.

       "Hey, hyung," Namjoon ruffled Yoongi's hair.

       "What're you two doing?" Yoongi arched an eyebrow, eyes darkening.

      "I was offering her to dinner," Namjoon chuckled shallowly.

     "I doubt she'll like anything you'll buy her," Yoongi looked me straight in the eye, which I gave him a shy smile of gratitude.

      "How do you know?"

       "Her and I are friends," Yoongi replied smugly. "I'll take her to dinner if you go with Jiminie back to headquarters."

       "Fine," Namjoon sighed, then whispered something into Yoongi's ear. Yoongi's eyes darkened once again, jaw clenching.

        "Shall we?" He asked, subtly looking over his shoulder at Namjoon, until he and 'Jiminie' were out of sight.

       "Thanks-"

       "That was too close. Namjoon wouldn't hesitate to kill you," Yoongi wrapped his arm around my waist.

     "Why would you work for them?" I hissed. "Seriously. You could be found out any day."

      Yoongi's eyes flashed black and red for a moment as he turned to look at me. "So could you."

     "Then let's stay away from them," I pressed a kiss to his lips.

      After a while of walking, he spoke up again.

      "Nice acting in the cafe."

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