Strawberry Blonde Jokes (Starfucks) [1/2]
Starfucks [1/2] // haehyuk
NC-17; language and sexual content | romance, humor, au
*I do not own Super Junior, however, the plot is mine.
It's late at night and Donghae's boss demands the intern to get his Starbucks' fix. The only problem is that he's so clumsy he needs to buy two in case he spills one of the cups, and Heechul knows that. Tonight, a barista changes lives by slipping an unknown substance in Hyukjae's cup. Neither knowing what it had to lead to.
Strawberry Blonde Jokes (Starfucks) Part One.
Tied down to an entertainment company laced with hints of corruption and mass media-effect, Donghae convinced himself he’s only doing it for his dreams. If he was in fact an employee (which he isn’t) he’d say he was doing it to live. Despite that one flaw, Donghae finds himself stuck as the intern who doesn’t quite fit the definition if he’s practically the boss’s son’s butler... for months.
It was dark, way too dark to see much of anything in the world besides the damn cafe’s blinding porch light but Donghae still manages to shimmy his way into the long line up. It’s beyond his understanding on why so many people need their coffee fix every hour of the day. Or how the cafe could still keep an endless line at midnight. Then again, he realizes maybe half of these customers have bratty little bosses like his.
He laughed at his own joke. No little boss could be a bigger brat than his own.
“Yah, Donghae-ah! You beat your record twice in a row,” the barista almost dropped the next three orders. “It gets really boring, you know. Me having to keep seeing your ugly face five times a day cos’ the brat didn’t bother firing your sorry ass.”
“Heechul-ssi, he can’t fire me if I’m not even paid for doing my job...” Donghae did a small sprint up to the pick-up side of the cafe where he got his usual order: Grande Whip Mocha Frappuccino Light Blended Coffee with a shot of espresso. “Besides,” he took the tray of the two identical orders with pathetic glee, “I’m the only intern who puts twice the amount of heart in the work than I actually have to.”
“It’s not called effort anymore if it’s been a year,” he said louder than needed, allowing the customers to get an earful of his secret. “I call it desperation, sweetheart!”
The brunet gave him the eyes, yes, those eyes. He thought his expression was appropriate enough to express fuck you before his departure from the wonderland of espresso and steaming cocoa.
Oh, the naivety of Donghae gave Heechul enough motivation to do something bad. Real bad. The kind of bad that made Heechul chuckle evilly in front of his already freaked-out customers. He even threw in the evil hand gesture to top it off.
Watch yo back, Lee Donghae, his brain said while his chapped lips cackled something else.
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He slammed his car door with a piercing bang and the remorse immediately hit him back. As if on queue, the damned cup of complicated coffee-frappe concoction slipped from his hold. There goes eight bucks, he sighed and carried on with the remaining order in his cautioned hand. People seriously need to stop complaining about him blowing off money on two identical orders. It saves his life from time to time.
Walking through the cubicles and mini offices on the seventh floor was like an audience watching football, screaming at him to make the next move. He doesn’t blame them either. The only one who realizes Donghae doesn’t get paid for shit is Siwon but he isn’t one to tell secrets that aren’t his to tell (not like Heechul, at least.) That was the benefit of having a friend who was too good to gossip.
The ruckus eventually died off once the Head of the business market of SM Entertainment started yelling his balls right when Donghae realized he had an opportunity to escape the jungle of irresponsible tycoons and entertainers. He had to return to his own boss before he gets screamed at himself.
It wasn’t long before he reached the intimidating Black Doors of Mr. Lee’s son, Lee Hyukjae’s office. He gulped, a little shaky. The root of Donghae’s fear wasn’t status, it was power.
The brunet put his best poker face on. It’s go time, he sighed.
Donghae opened the door loud enough for there to be a bang, but not loud enough to disturb the peace. Thank god.
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“Hae?” which always meant where the fuck is my drink?
The brown eyes, softer than melted chocolate, looked up at him expectantly. Donghae averted his attention to his boss’s state to avoid a whirlwind of questions. Now this was different, Donghae smirked. His smaller frame done an ashy loose shirt that tried to slip off his shoulder, while his legs were covered by strawberry patterned PJ bottoms. It made him look like a strawberry milk carton; cheap and unprofessional. And no, he wasn’t checking his boss out. But then he’d be lying for both sentences.
“Here.” Donghae took calculated strides toward mahogany furniture that made Hyukjae look oddly small and thin. “A Grande with Whip Mocha Frappuccino, Light Blended Coffee and a shot of espresso...” The Starbucks-addict took the cup like a dinosaur. No, really.
To keep safe, Donghae walked towards the left of the desk where he saw the blonde take a careful sip. He expected no satisfaction.
Hyukjae made a face.
He knew it.
“It’s cold...” the blonde raised an eyebrow, but his eyes stayed glued to the cup. He popped the lid open before continuing his observation. “Hae, go back to the-”
“Oh, well damn, my shifts over!” Donghae laughed as he looked at his watch, relieved. “Goodnight, take care of yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“WAIT- DONGHAE!“ Hyukjae just about pawed at the man to get his ass back inside. “YOU DIDN’T ADD EXTRA SUGAR!”
Donghae pretended his cries went overlooked and skipped with delight back to his car.
He nearly passed out directly on the driver’s seat.
It was two in the morning, though. This is definitely starting to look like unnecessary labor. He was used to this kind of routine nonetheless.
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Heechul loved this cafe; the jazzy compositions that always managed to make him drop orders onto appliances or drop dead and fall asleep while bussing tables. Possibly even the vibe his lovely customers create by yelling at him to move his ass faster or they’ll be late. Oh, and he couldn’t forget the times he got to mess with his customers orders without them ever finding out.
And when he screws around with the drinks, oh no, he doesn’t mean the classic spitting.
He means adding strong powdered-aphrodisiacs to the liquids to hook his customers up or to let himself have a little fun that’s normal.
Huh. If you put it that way it sounds kind of illegal. Oh well, if he’s going to be making consumables anyways he may as well be having fun. It is better than making drugs too.
“Yah, Chul-ah do you have my order?” an exasperated Donghae came rushing in as if on time. The fact Heechul did, meant the kid was cutting into the line... but technically, that wasn’t his problem. Shit, the thought made Heechul want to check his cafe’s online reviews - but never mind that, he needs to get his best friend laid. Hard.
“Yeah, yeah. Just wait a second.”
Donghae groaned.
“Boy, it won’t kill you to have a little patience every now and then,” Heechul sighed while keeping his sight on Donghae. His hands ripped the packet open and slipped it into the steaming cup of frappe. It happened so fast one would think he did it regularly. Okay, maybe he did.
“Just look at you. This is why a person like me is your friend.” He graciously handed the lone cup to the brunette, much to the boy’s confusion.
“One cup? Heechul, where’s the other?” Donghae could already feel a headache coming.
Heechul smirked, “Sorry babe, mama don’t make drinks unless mama got the ingredients.”
“You’re so done if I ever drop this on the way to work.” The brunet took the drink and left haughtily, ready to kill anyone in his path. Which of course wouldn’t be a good idea idiot if you have only one order, he thought as he counted the cash said idiot gave him. Man, he’d love to meet this Hyukjae person. He’s never seen Donghae this frustrated and just... so mean.
“Remember, it’s not work if you’ve been an intern for a year!” The raven-haired beauty never failed to embarrass him.
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Hyukjae yawned, the tears made resided temporarily on the side of his eyes. He swished his two legs on his big black chair that screamed authority. In all, he was honestly just brutally bored. Even though he could sense the presence of Donghae emerging, he was never really expecting such a scene to play out before his eyes.
There, practically on his knees was a brunet, sweating and holding out Hyukjae’s drink. If he lowered his sight a few centimeters lower, he could see the man’s chest heaving from the labored breathing. His defined muscles never hid behind the suit. Never.
Hyukjae’s face flushed red in shame.
Donghae was too pissed off at everybody to even pay attention.
“Here’s your damn crappy frappe that costs me thousands each month,” He lunged forward before smacking it right on the stupid desk he hates that covers up the rest of Hyukjae’s body. Wait, what?
The nerve on this guy, Hyukjae twitched as he looked at Donghae straight in the eyes, not averting his practiced glare. He grabbed the cup to calm himself, despite not wanting to.
“There’s a meeting that’s starting right now. Follow me, idiot,” Hyukjae changed the subject while he threw all the material he needed at Donghae. “Well, if you still want to keep your job,” he took another sip. “Mmm, you added more sugar.”
The blonde grinned as he led the man towards the door.
It’s not a damn job if I don’t get paid, Donghae seethed mentally, but still complied. They weren’t even dating and he still felt like he was whipped.
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“So I thought if we replaced the backup dancers of TVXQ and SHINee we’d -“ Siwon nervously tapped the sides of his trousers. “Uhm, Mr. Lee, are you listening?”
Hyukjae stopped Donghae from fanning his heated body with the biggest fucking fan Korea has yet to see.
“Oh sorry, it’s a bit hot- YAH, Hae! Crack a window open or something!”
“Uh, sir,” Siwon chuckled awkwardly as an article of clothing found its way to the floor. “It’s one in the morning. It’s winter too...”
Hyukjae removed his tie, completely flushed, “y-yeah, so?”
“He means its cold, sir.” The co-worker added in, but they all knew his clothes we’re coming off either way.
All of it.
Donghae gulped. Hyukjae began unbuttoning the white shirt slowly. Each time it revealed more milky white skin that the men had a chance to salivate over. He made it tough to not take a peak. If it wasn’t for the flushed face and weird actions, he would’ve thought the boss was giving them a striptease.
Then it hit him...
Heechul drugged Siwon’s drink (the day Donghae introduced the friends to each other) just so he could get in bed with the Christian Boy. So, Heechul who he knows enjoys messing with tons of drinks almost religiously, and the drink tasting sweeter without any added sugar...
Damn you, Kim Heechul, Donghae cursed. Almost angry at the raven-haired asshole and those pervert co-workers who didn’t need to undress Hyukjae with their eyes if he was already doing it for them.
Donghae’s eyes almost popped out of its sockets when he saw Hyukjae’s pants off.
Oh God. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this situation?
Fin.
a/n: Hello~ this is my first entry :) I'm quite new to this, and in case there are any grammar mistakes I'm very sorry LOL I'm not the best at writing haha ^^;; I wrote this at 2-3ish in the morning and it was PAIN to edit. Comments are welcome and please don't shy away from criticism if there is anything to point out. Thank you :D <3