Taehyun was conflicted.

He was tapping to an unknown rhythm on the wooden table he sat at. He had the script all in his head when he had arrived

but now his mind feels blank like he was still trying to convince himself that, yes, the person who was standing there behind the counter, happily grinding coffee beans, was none other than the infamous Choi Beomgyu himself.

if Taehyun didn't know him, the smile Beomgyu had did not give the fact that he was a bully. if Taehyun didn't know him, he would never have guessed such a happy person like him shoves people in lockers and steals lunch money off freshmen.

Taehyun's eyes scanned the place, his leg bouncing.

the café was small and quaint, the aesthetic of it matching somewhat of a soft concept. The area for the cats was in the middle, where they could roam as they please. The carpeting was light brown and it was soft, but Taehyun knew it was probably covered in cat fur.

the walls were a solid beige with plants potted on the corners and paintings of single-line drawings and quotes adorning the walls. the tables were smooth white and round in different sizes, the ones with four chairs larger than the ones with only one chair to accommodate the number of people there.

Taehyun could see why the place was popular. it had a beautiful interior.

the small chalk sign that read, free WiFi, meow! at the front was also probably one of the reasons. it was a place to destress for students like him.

He saw Beomgyu approach his table, and he started to feel nervous.

"where is my phone?" no, no. Taehyun shouldn't start with that..., "how was the shift last night?" That's even worse.

Instead of saying the usual, 'here's your order', like, you know, any employee should, Beomgyu just slams the coffee cup down onto his table, rattling it and spilling a little over.

the people didn't even realize what was going on because Taehyun had chosen to sit by the only empty areas, the back where the plants had covered them.

"Kang," Beomgyu hissed, it was obvious how he was holding in his anger. but something else was evident on his face.

he was red, Beomgyu was embarrassed.for whatever reason Taehyun didn't know.

was he embarrassed that he was caught being soft outside of school like this? a worker of a cat café, out of all places?

what did Beomgyu want to plant in Taehyun's head? that he was a bad boy in school? does he think Taehyun seeing him working here makes him think he's suddenly a good guy now?

Taehyun was confused on the raven's intentions.

"where is it?" Taehyun suddenly asked up at the working male. Great, what a good way to start, Taehyun says sarcastically to himself in regret.

he knew Beomgyu wouldn't attempt (unless he's stupid, which Taehyun kind of should consider) to hurt him when he was still in his work uniform. If Beomgyu was working for money, he wouldn't ever risk getting fired.

"Don't fucking talk to me," Beomgyu hisses, his voice deep and unfamiliar, the sweet, smiling Beomgyu who was behind the counter was now replaced with the Beomgyu he knew at school. And Taehyun has no idea why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

did Beomgyu have that of an immature grudge on him? so much that he'd take it outside of school?

"What is wrong with you? I just want my phone back!" Taehyun was now starting to get agitated. He was getting on the younger's nerve, pushing his limits.

"I dont have your stupid phone," Beomgyu replies harshly in a low mumble, wanting to walk away, "stop making a scene,"

But Taehyun quickly grabs onto the older's hand, and Beomgyu whips around with a scowl.

"I'm making a scene? you slammed my coffee in my table!" Taehyun stood, his patience wearing thin. Beomgyu's eyes flashed in what seemed to be mild irritation, "Why are you acting like this? so suddenly?"

"Why?! because fuck you, that's why!" Beomgyu suddenly says out loud, his calm demeanor now breaking as his hand went down to swipe at the coffee on Taehyun's table.

The coffee hits his hand, and it falls down and onto the floor, droplets seeping into Taehyun's skinny jeans.

"Shit," Taehyun curses, grabbing a tissue and dabbing it onto his jeans as he heard muffled voices come from behind. He saw people starting to crowd around them, and he heard a voice calling from behind.

"CHOI BEOMGYU!"

it did not sound pleased at all.