Namjoon rolled his shoulders as he glanced up at the cafe's clock. Fifteen until closing. Usually at this time the cafe that he co-owned with his best friend, Seokjin, was empty, not a single customer within and it should be that way tonight too. After all, the place closed at midnight on the dot. Namjoon removed the pink apron that Seokjin had made the uniform and locked up the small break room. He had sent the employees home early that night, leaving him the only worker in the building. He opened the register, counted the cash and took it to the back office before locking both up tight.

He enjoyed this job, though he hardly ever did rounds. Seokjin mostly did that. Namjoon ran the business from home. Seokjin was more of a people person than he was, so he left it to the older to make sure the cafe was running well. Occasionally, Namjoon drove down and spent an hour or two in the building.

All the employees seemed to love Seokjin. I mean, it's hard not to. He was a great guy. He was caring and always made sure everyone he knew was cared for. He had been there for Namjoon after Baekhyun had left. He had comforted him through night after night of crying. He was generous and loving and always knew what to do when someone, anyone for that matter, was upset. Namjoon had to admit, if Seokjin didn't have a boyfriend, he might've asked him out. 

Why keep looking for love? Well, it's something that he couldn't avoid forever. Namjoon had to feel loved or at least show affection. It was something he had to have. Baekhyun had made him this way. He had had a few relationships after the painful one, but they all ended rather short. It was something he had never understood. They all had said that he was overdoing things, making too much out of something that wasn't meant to be stretched. If he did too little, they left. Too much, they left. He was confused. He struggled to find the middle of all of this. No one ever seemed to reassure him that he was just enough and that's what he needed, though he didn't know that just quite yet. All he needed was for someone to tell him that he was enough and even if he wasn't, they'd love him regardless. Love, Namjoon huffed.

Seokjin had called in sick that morning and asked if Namjoon would cover for him. He had eagerly agreed, anything to make up for all those late night calls and visits to comfort the younger. He owed Seokjin that much and so much more. 

A shuffling sound belonging to a chair scratched across the floor by the window. Namjoon's eyes drifted up from the pattern on the countertop to the area where he had heard the sound. A young man's figure was sitting in the seat by the small table at the window side. Light brown hair was spread across his forehead at a longer length with a black hood placed neatly on top of his head. A black colored jacket that went down to his thighs was attached to the hood. He was leaning forward, almost hunched but Namjoon could still make out his facial figures. Deep brown eyes, bunny teeth that were biting at his iced coffees straw, a sharp jawline. He was a pretty boy. A pretty boy that was here two minutes before closing. It almost disappointed Namjoon that he'd have to send him home.

"Hey," Namjoon called over the counter. The boy's head rose a little in acknowledgement. "The café is about to close. I'm afraid you have to go home or someplace else."

The boy nodded and stood up, his jacket falling to a lower length on his thighs. "Thank you," He murmured softly.

"It's no problem," Namjoon grinned. "Please, come back soon."

"I always do," The boy said as he exited, waving slightly but not actually turning around.

Namjoon waved only to realize the boy wouldn't see him. That had to be the infamous regular the employees were always talking about. They said he always wore dark colors and came in every day, never missing a single one. He ordered something different every time and only repeated when he had run out of new things to order. He left pretty nice tips and was always kind to the waiters.

Namjoon ran a hand through his pink hair which had faded down to a salmon color. He had met the regular and managed to not goof up his speech once. Normally he did when he found someone attract- Namjoon, you've just met the guy! Not to mention you barely talked! He shook his head around. Stop thinking like that. He groaned at his thoughts before grabbing his keys and heading to the parking lot behind the building. He really should do rounds more, maybe he'd get to see the regular again. The thought made Namjoon smile. More rounds it is.

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