feed me, oppa
feed me, oppa
g; 400+ words; xiumin/tao
college!au; minseok runs a coffeeshop, and tao crams for a paper.
for @aeridani on tlist bc she asked and i wanted to archive all my writings in one place
Minseok’s rinsing the dirty cups from the round of drunk college boys who came in thirty minutes ago and left a hurricane of a mess behind when the tinkling bells of the entrance door rings. He doesn’t look up yet, still preoccupied with getting the soap off of his last two cups, but the quiet shuffling footsteps heading up towards the counter of the register are familiar. A smile spreads across his cheeks, closed but wide, and he places the last of the cups on the drying rack next to the sink as the mystery person speaks.
“Oppa, hello,” mumbles the soft-spoken voice of Zitao, the tall transfer student from China who’d Minseok had run into-literally-a month ago on campus and become friends with after a subsequent meeting in a shared class. Minseok dries his hands on the hanging towel next to the drying rack and turns around, greeting him with the smile that comes unbidden whenever he’s around Zitao.
“Tao-ssi, hi! What can I get for you today?” Minseok asks, walking to the register. Zitao leans on the countertop, slumped into himself, his frame diminutively smaller than what it actually is when he’s peacocking for the world. He rubs at an eye, his dark circles particularly large and prominent today, pout sitting on his face before a yawn breaks open. Minseok’s fingers twitch with the sudden desire to smooth out the messy black locks of Zitao’s styled hair, and he locks his hands behind his back instead.
“Espresso, please,” Zitao murmurs before yawning again, reshouldering his hanging backpack, and leans in more fully on the counter. “Double shot; I have a paper due tomorrow morning.” Minseok, looking up from punching in his order at the register, frowns.
“Tao-ssi, it’s almost midnight! Have you even started this paper?”
Zitao pouts again, eyebrows furrowing in defensively. “Kris-ge needed a sub player for the charity basketball game yesterday; I couldn’t say no,” he says petulantly. “And I did start! I just need to work out my main points and flesh out the introduction.” He sneaks a shy look from under his lashes. “And, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind reading over my paper to check my Korean, hyung.”
Minseok actually needed to get home to feed Luhan’s cat since he’d forgotten this morning when he left the apartment and Luhan always made such a fuss when Chenchen started wailing in the middle of the night out of hunger, but Tao smiles nervously and looks down at his feet, and that’s all Minseok needs to put the thoughts of Luhan’s impending rage behind and respond.
“Of course, Taozi.”
g; 400+ words; xiumin/tao
college!au; minseok runs a coffeeshop, and tao crams for a paper.
for @aeridani on tlist bc she asked and i wanted to archive all my writings in one place
Minseok’s rinsing the dirty cups from the round of drunk college boys who came in thirty minutes ago and left a hurricane of a mess behind when the tinkling bells of the entrance door rings. He doesn’t look up yet, still preoccupied with getting the soap off of his last two cups, but the quiet shuffling footsteps heading up towards the counter of the register are familiar. A smile spreads across his cheeks, closed but wide, and he places the last of the cups on the drying rack next to the sink as the mystery person speaks.
“Oppa, hello,” mumbles the soft-spoken voice of Zitao, the tall transfer student from China who’d Minseok had run into-literally-a month ago on campus and become friends with after a subsequent meeting in a shared class. Minseok dries his hands on the hanging towel next to the drying rack and turns around, greeting him with the smile that comes unbidden whenever he’s around Zitao.
“Tao-ssi, hi! What can I get for you today?” Minseok asks, walking to the register. Zitao leans on the countertop, slumped into himself, his frame diminutively smaller than what it actually is when he’s peacocking for the world. He rubs at an eye, his dark circles particularly large and prominent today, pout sitting on his face before a yawn breaks open. Minseok’s fingers twitch with the sudden desire to smooth out the messy black locks of Zitao’s styled hair, and he locks his hands behind his back instead.
“Espresso, please,” Zitao murmurs before yawning again, reshouldering his hanging backpack, and leans in more fully on the counter. “Double shot; I have a paper due tomorrow morning.” Minseok, looking up from punching in his order at the register, frowns.
“Tao-ssi, it’s almost midnight! Have you even started this paper?”
Zitao pouts again, eyebrows furrowing in defensively. “Kris-ge needed a sub player for the charity basketball game yesterday; I couldn’t say no,” he says petulantly. “And I did start! I just need to work out my main points and flesh out the introduction.” He sneaks a shy look from under his lashes. “And, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind reading over my paper to check my Korean, hyung.”
Minseok actually needed to get home to feed Luhan’s cat since he’d forgotten this morning when he left the apartment and Luhan always made such a fuss when Chenchen started wailing in the middle of the night out of hunger, but Tao smiles nervously and looks down at his feet, and that’s all Minseok needs to put the thoughts of Luhan’s impending rage behind and respond.
“Of course, Taozi.”