btw heeseung works at both cafes cause man's a workaholic 

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The next day, I was back at Blue Hour, running on three hours of sleep, one coffee, and a vague sense of dread. The café was already buzzing, filled with its usual blend of customers: college students cramming for exams, couples being way too affectionate, and the occasional kid screaming for boba.

I was at the counter, punching in an order for some overly complicated drink when I saw him. Chan. Freaking Bang Chan. Walking in with Changbin, Jay, and—of course—Sunghoon, who still looked clueless about Jake's blatant crush by the way.

Why was Chan here again? And why did he look so good in that black shirt that hugged his arms and chest like it was personally tailored for him? The way it hugged his juicy biceps and his broad shoulders the unfairness of it all.

"Jeongin, focus," Heeseung hissed, nudging me as I accidentally keyed in an order for six large caramel frappes instead of one. "This isn't the time to be drooling."

"I'm not drooling!" I hissed back, grabbing the receipt and glaring at the printer as if it were the problem.

"Sure, and I'm not hot," Heeseung muttered, rolling his eyes.

Chan came up to the counter, flashing that dimpled smile that made my brain short-circuit every time. "Hey, Jeongin," he said casually, as if we hadn't kissed at my house just a few days ago.

"Hi," I replied, voice cracking slightly. Great. Real smooth.

"I'll take an iced americano and whatever Changbin's having."

"Coming right up," I said, trying not to think about how close he was standing. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was making me insanely self-conscious. My hands fumbled with the coffee machine, nearly dropping the cup in the process.

"Need a hand?" Chan teased, leaning against the counter with a smirk. His voice was playful, but there was something in his tone that made my stomach flip.

"No, I'm fine," I muttered, refusing to look at him.

"Sure about that? You seem... distracted."

Distracted? I was *hanging on by a thread*. "I'm perfectly fine," I said, emphasizing each word as I handed him his drink.

He took it, his fingers brushing mine for a split second, and I swore I felt sparks.

"Thanks, Jeongin," he said, his voice softer this time. And then he winked. He actually winked. My brain short-circuited again.

I turned back to the counter, heart racing, only to find Heeseung grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You've got it bad," he said.

"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered, focusing on punching in the next order.

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An hour later, the café was quieter, and I was cleaning tables when Chan came up behind me. I didn't notice him at first—too busy wiping down some spilled boba—until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around to find him way too close.

"Jeongin," he said, his voice low and serious.

"Y-yeah?" I stammered, taking a step back only to bump into the table.

He leaned down slightly, his face inches from mine. "You've been avoiding me."

"I haven't," I said quickly, though my flushed cheeks probably gave me away.

"You have," he insisted, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "And I think I know why."

Before I could respond, he leaned in closer, his hand resting on the table behind me, trapping me in place.

"You're thinking about the kiss, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I froze, my brain completely shutting down. How was I supposed to respond to that?

"I—uh—I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, looking everywhere but at him.

Chan chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "You're a terrible liar, Jeongin."

"Am not," I muttered weakly.

Just then, I heard a faint ahem from the corner. I turned my head to see Jungwon and Jay-when did Jungwon come-they were  standing there, both with amused looks on their faces.

"We're just gonna... head out," Jay said, dragging Jungwon by the arm.

"Have fun!" Jungwon called out, grinning mischievously as they disappeared out the door.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Kill me now."

Chan laughed, his dimpled smile making my heart race again. "Why would I do that when I'm having so much fun?"

I was doomed. Absolutely doomed.  

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and so am i,i havent done my spanish homework