Minho leaned in. Slow, unsure, like he was giving Han the choice.
Han closed the gap.
The kiss was gentle. Warm. Unspoken words passed between them — comfort, relief, belonging. When they pulled apart, Minho rested his forehead against Han's.
"You're mine now, right?" he asked, quietly.
Han smiled, eyes sparkling. "Only if you're mine too."
"Always."
A month later, Hyunjin officially asked Felix out using a glitter-filled sketchbook titled "Reasons Why You're Mine." Felix said yes after laughing for ten minutes straight.
Han stayed at 143 Café, working his shifts, building his new life.
Minho, still the fashion king with a sharp tongue, was now known as "Han's boyfriend" to most of the staff — and didn't seem to mind one bit.
The walls he built for years had finally crumbled.
And in their place stood something softer.
Something real.
Something love
✧ Changbin x Jeongin: "You Annoy Me... But I Like That" ✧
It was a Wednesday afternoon, relatively quiet at 143 Café. Han was on the register, Minho prepping drinks, and Changbin… well, Changbin was supposed to be delivering orders.
Instead, he was yelling from across the room, as usual.
"Who ordered the Pumpkin Spice Latte with oat milk, extra foam, three pumps of vanilla, no whip? Bro, this order got more requirements than a NASA launch."
Han snorted from behind the counter. "Table five, Bin."
"Bro. I swear these kids are building a personality off seasonal drinks."
As Changbin made his dramatic delivery, the door chimed softly. In walked a boy in a black turtleneck, leather jacket, and silver-rimmed glasses.
Fox eyes. Calm face. Silent presence.
It was Jeongin.
Han noticed first. "Oh, hey, he's back."
Minho leaned in. "Who?"
"Jeongin. The kid from first year. He came in last week with his friends. Super quiet but… kind of model coded?"
Changbin returned to the counter, wiping his hands. "Wait—who?" He turned, and his eyes locked with Jeongin's.
Jeongin didn't even blink.
Changbin? Oh, he blinked. Like five times.
"Hyung," Han whispered. "Your gay panic is showing."
Changbin hissed, "Shut up."
✧ The First Conversation ✧
Jeongin stood at the counter, scanning the chalkboard menu. His voice, when it came out, was deeper than expected — soft but clear.
"One iced Americano. No sugar."
Changbin leaned on the counter, staring. "That's it? You're not gonna throw in oat milk, peppermint foam, and fairy dust?"
Jeongin raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I do fairy dust?"
Changbin blinked again.
"…No. You look like you collect souls."
For a second, Jeongin just stared. Then a slow smirk spread across his face.
"I do."
Changbin was done.
Han coughed to cover his laughter, shoving Changbin toward the espresso machine. "Go make his drink before you combust."
As Changbin turned away, Jeongin added