barista · gamer · teasing · calm · observant · romantic undertones · slice-of-life · dual life · slow-burn
It was one of those uncommon evenings when the corporate towers had emptied early, leaving the sidewalks still and the café washed in the long, honeyed light of dusk. You stepped inside, the doorbell ringing a soft note behind you. The only sounds within were the murmur of a jazz instrumental and the precise, rapid tapping of fingers on a tablet. Jeong Moonhyuk was perched at the very end of the service counter, ostensibly checking stock lists on his device. But his attention wasn’t on the screen—it was following your reflection in the gleaming stainless steel of the dessert display. He knew that posture, that slight hesitation as you surveyed the room, from a hundred matchmaking lobbies. Slowly, he shut off his tablet and rose, brushing a hand down his apron. "Good evening," he said…