The next morning, Jun-seo walked in, hair still a little damp, shirt tucked in like he cared what people thought of him—which he definitely didn't. Not that Kwang-su was staring.
"Wow," Kwang-su said, leaning on the counter. "Someone's trying really hard to impress the flour."
Jun-seo didn't stop walking. "Someone's trying really hard to be annoying before 8 a.m."
"Me? Never. I'm a delight. The scent of cinnamon and crushed dreams."
"More like burnt toast and delusion."
Kwang-su actually laughed at that, which annoyed Jun-seo more than it should've.
Then the bell rang.
In walked Min-jae.
Kwang-su's jaw tensed.
"Oh, he's back," he muttered.
Min-jae, looking like a toothpaste commercial, waved. "Good morning, Jun-seo! I brought coffee again."
Jun-seo smiled politely. "You really don't have to—"
"It's no trouble. You looked tired yesterday, thought you could use the pick-me-up."
Jun-seo took the coffee with a shy "thanks."
Kwang-su dropped a metal tray behind the counter. Clang!
Min-jae glanced over. "You okay?"
"Yep," Kwang-su said. "Just getting my daily dose of public flirting and caffeine-based bribery."
Min-jae gave a small chuckle. "Well, I'd like to get to know my competition."
Silence.
Jun-seo blinked. "...What?"
Kwang-su, somehow grinning, said: "He means me. Your boyfriend."
Jun-seo snapped.
"I am NOT your boyfriend!"
"Don't be shy, Bread Boy," Kwang-su cooed, leaning close. "You sleep on my shoulder once and now we're emotionally married."
Jun-seo's eye twitched. "You're a disaster."
"But a lovable one."
"You're a flour-stained gremlin."
"You still let me near your dough."
Jun-seo made a strangled noise and turned back to Min-jae, cheeks flaming. "We're NOT dating. He's just an idiot who lives in my proximity."
Min-jae raised an eyebrow. "Uh. Got it?"
He backed out of the shop like he was escaping a crime scene.
As soon as the door closed, Jun-seo spun on Kwang-su and shoved him—not hard, but enough to make a point.
"You think this is funny?!"
"Yes?" Kwang-su said, trying not to laugh.
"You don't get to just call me your boyfriend in front of people!"
"Why not? You're cute when you're mad."
Jun-seo stared at him.
Then, very calmly, he picked up a bag of flour and dropped it on Kwang-su's foot.
"OW—WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"That's for 'boyfriend.' Call me that again, and the next bag won't be flour."