A/N: A bit late, but it's here. Some more Haruto and Ollie bonding. Thanks for reading <3

Song: Dramarama by Monsta X; Conan Gray's songs, as well as Wonho's solo songs.

Ollie's POV

Before I had even stepped into the coffee shop, Haruto had a cold brew in his hand, grinning at me through the door's window. The bell chimed as I pushed the door open. I turned to see he had set it down at my table, before heading back to the counter. Janice was off on Wednesdays, so it was his other coworkers Kimi and Mi-young today.

Rolling my eyes, I sat down, watching as he worked on some other drinks for the guests. Trying not to blatantly stare, I opened up the laptop, quickly setting up my work and the tabs I needed. The crowd was larger this time of day since most people didn't have as many Wednesday classes, so I untangled my earbuds, plugging it in to drown out the noise. Normally the occasionally small talk or laughed that echoed in the room didn't bother me, Although with this many people, I found it annoying. Blasting some Conan Gray, I worked on the few troubling layers for this piece, wondering if I'd actually manage to get something done for once.

I took a few long sips from the cold brew before leaning towards the screen, wondering how I could make this picture less blurry. The assignment had been about being bold, vibrant, and having clarity. Google images had been a rough challenge, especially with the exporting to photoshop. There was only so much one could do before the photo became too obscure from its original state. With a groan I scrolled through Google images, hoping there was a better picture to use. Blasting the music louder I wondered if I should have scrapped this fantasy background design.

Looking back at the photoshop file, I pressed the eye icon to hide and show the layer over and over again. Was this even doing anything for the design? With my eyes glued to the screen, I moved closer until someone had slid into the bench beside me. With a yelp and flinch, I turned, only to see Haruto sitting there, his apron still around his neck.

"Haruto, don't sneak up on me like that, geez." I rolled my eyes, before removing one of the earbuds from my ear.

"Sorry." He only smirked before glancing at my screen. "Oh, it's coming along nicely. I was wondering why your face was right in front of the screen."

"Just trying to get this project done." I looked up, seeing the line getting longer at the register. "Shouldn't you be helping them?"

"Lunch, remember?" Haruto tilted his head.

Glancing at the clock, I was surprised I had managed to stay focused for at least thirty minutes. That was an achievement on it's own. Usually, I'd spend ogling-no, respectfully watching Haruto work and interacting with the staff and customers. No staring, I told myself, I'm not what Courtney and Mahealani said.

Haruto pointed at the earbud. "What are you listening to? Can I listen?"

"Uh, sure..." I stammered, removing my right earbud, handing it to him. His fingers brushed mine as he picked it up. Placing it in his ears, I wondered if people would look at us weird, sharing earbuds like this.

Then I remembered what music was playing. Would he find this music strange? Think I'm as depressed as my Spotify likes to think I am? Gulping, I judged his reaction, or lack of reaction as Conan Gray's Lookalike played through our ears. Did he even know this artist?

His head shifted ever so slightly and I was terrified what that meant. "Ooh, I like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Haruto smiled genuinely. "It gives off a 'staring out the window' vibe. Maybe with it raining."

"Oh, I can see that."

He grinned before pointing at my computer. "May I? I can share my playlists with you."

"Your...playlists?"

He nodded, before sliding the computer towards him, as Overdrive by Conan Gray played. Typing his name into the search bar, over twenty playlists popped up, all with a different aesthetic and cover photo. Titles like All Time Favs, Bops, Kpop Anthems, Sad Bops, Rainy Days, etc. He clicked the follow button before looking at me. This felt oddly intimate, the best way to describe it. All his favorite songs, right here in front of me. Songs told a lot about a person, and he had willingly just exposed it all to me.

My cheeks burned at the thought. No, this was just Haruto being his normal jolly self. I looked away, staring at the screen intently, hoping my cheeks weren't as flushed as they felt. One of the covers, for Kpop Anthems, had a photo of very defined abs, the shirt just barely covering the man's nipples. The girls in my class raved about the Korean men in the Kdramas and music videos, maybe he watched those too? I mean what other reason could he possibly have that photo as a cover art.

"I have a whole bunch of playlists. I like to create them for different occasions and moods."

"I can see that." Glancing over them, I wondered how he had all this time for that, especially when Janice had told me he had another part-time job he did on the weekends. Even my shitty cashier job on the weekends left me drained.

He inched just a hair closer to me as he scrolled through his list of playlists. His elbow grazed my arm, and it took everything in me to not show any sign of freaking out. Did he even know how close he was sitting?

"Ah, here it is." He clicked on the abs one. My eyes widened at the total song count, nearly a thousand under Kpop anthems. There were that many? He scrolled until pausing over a song. "Most of these are completely different from your rainy day songs, but wanna listen to some that always get my hype?"

I gulped. If I said yes, did it make me seem as crazy as the girls made me seem? Knowing his favorite songs felt like an invasion of privacy. Just act cool. This was nothing. Just two male acquaintances sharing a booth, earbuds and their taste of music. Nothing to see here, totally normal.

He wiggled the cursor around expectantly. "I can play more ballad-like songs if that's more your speed."

"No," I blurted. "I'll listen."

Embarrassed and flustered, I took a sip of the cold brew as he hovered between a couple of songs by the same artist. "Alright, now which one..."

"Any of them is fine, Haruto."

"I know...wait, it might be better to watch instead." He pulled out his phone, a picture of what I could only hope was one of those female Korean idols. He slid his thumb up on the phone, before typing something. "Here, I'll spare your recommendation feed in case you end up not liking it."

"Not liking what?"

He grinned before clicking on the video. "The music video for it. The production value is insane in Korea."

"Oh, it's alright, we can watch it on my computer."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, of course." I opened a tab and tilted my laptop towards him. He typed in Monsta X Dramarama.

He hovered over the first two before clicking the first one. He paused it before it played. "I would show you the performance music video, since I'm a sucker for the choreography shots, but the official one is like a movie, it's beautiful."

"I don't mind both." He grinned at that before pressing play. Haruto hadn't been kidding with the movie-like aesthetic. With a coffee shop, car crash, and shots of the idols, it felt like a scene straight out of a Korean drama. The music had startled me, very in your face, but it was very pleasing to watch. How did they have such a big budget for this? The crash alone must've been expensive, and the digital effects were insane.

Haruto paused about a minute in. "Crazy, right?"

"How do they afford this?"

"Their company is pretty large, not the big three, but for sure quite sizable." He resumed it when one of the idols stood out.

"Who is that?"

Haruto paused again to see who I was pointing out. He was the only member with red pants, and had purple hair. He chuckled before pointing at him too. "Him? Oh, that's Wonho, everybody loves him. It's a shame he had to leave the group though."

"His ears," was the first thing I could say. "And his legs, they're so thick."

Haruto laughed before pulling out his phone again. "Oh, trust me, they've gotten even bigger. Pretty sure he's breaking the internet with those muscles."

"They got bigger?"

"Yup," he said, before opening up Instagram. "Here, I'll show you, I've been following him since his solo debut."

Haruto scrolled and typed until he showed me his feed. My mouth nearly dropped to the floor. His thighs alone were huge, but his abs, I think I might've been drooling. "How the fuck-sorry, language. What does this man eat?"

"Right?" Haruto scrolled before clicking on another, one in him with a sleeveless top.
"His muscles are goals."

"I mean, yours aren't half bad, right? You said you go to the gym." I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't think anything weird about me commenting about his muscles, or remembered that he was a gym rat.

"Not like that. Gosh, I should show how he moves, it's insane," Haruto raved on, before opening up Tik Tok. I was seeing all of Haruto's socials today, something I never thought possible. This felt like some weird ass dream at this point. To my surprise, I had seen a lot of the accounts I followed on his page. From those viral stars, to even some LGBTQ+ people I followed. Was he following them too? Maybe it was just a coincidence, after all they were fairly famous.

I watched as he typed, looking at a couple videos before settling on one and showing it to me. The pictures didn't do him justice compared to this damn video. Holy shit, he was dancing in water, his shirt completely gone. My mind was a complete mess at that point, just staring at this attractive man dance so smoothly, yet crisp.

"Crazy right? The beauty, grace, and the I could literally punch you in the face he exudes is nuts."

I couldn't even form a coherent sentence as the video replayed, Wonho body rolling forever ingrained in my brain. And what made it all worse was the more I watched, Haruto's face came to mind. His face shape was almost the same, and even though Haruto wasn't Korean, had he dyed his hair, I could picture it. "It's no wonder everybody loves him."

"He could crush me with those arms and thighs and I'd thank him."

For a second, I wondered what he meant by that. Was he attracted to men like that or was he just envious of Wonho's muscles? Haruto was a hard case to crack when it came to his sexuality, and I wasn't about to just ask him point blank. Given his flirting with everyone, there was a chance, but it didn't guarantee shit. I took a sip of my coffee, it wasn't my place to ask him that kind of thing anyways. Aside from the occasional banter, that was too personal of a question.

"I was thinking about learning the dance, actually." I nearly choked on my cold brew before looking away. He handed me a napkin as I coughed. "You alright? You really can't see me doing it?"

I can, that's the issue. Taking the napkin to dab at my face, I tried not to let him see my flushed cheeks.

"Wow, you wound me, Ollie." He clutched his chest dramatically, before nudging my arm. "I was kidding, by the way. I'm in no way coordinated enough to dance like that, although it looks fun."

"Yeah, I bet. I'd probably break something if I tried."

"I don't know, you'd be more like the off-stage Wonho." He hummed, before glancing at my face. "You have the same cute smile, and the way he scrunches his nose is almost how you do when you drink Janice's cold brews."

Cute-Damnit Haruto, you can't say shit like that. Frowning, I looked away from him, my cheeks burning up.

"Aww, are you blushing?"

I yanked the earbud from his ear before hiding my face. "Isn't your lunch over with? Go back to work, you idiot."