part two hundred and twenty one

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chen - 454 w

[(Anonymous)]

Minseok fingers the collar around his neck, the bell jingling just enough that it draws Chanyeol's attention away from the glass door they've been standing outside of for the past couple of minutes.

"Are we getting that coffee or what?" he asks playfully, trying to inject as much pseudo-impatience as he can into his words. When his owner had mentioned a hole-in-the-wall cafe he passed every morning on the way to work, that he hadn't worked up the nerve to enter despite the siren call of caffeine every morning, Minseok had understood the invitation -- the plea, really -- before Chanyeol had finally asked the question.

Chanyeol bobs his head up and down, letting go of Minseok's wrist so he can adjust the snapback on his head with both hands. "Yeah. Yeah, hyung. Just gimme a sec."

Minseok is kind. He gives Chanyeol several before he takes Chanyeol's wrist instead this time and leads him through the door, Chanyeol's bulk no problem for his superior strength. The bell overhead tingles as they enter, just like the one on his neck. His ears twitch at the sudden noise, as gentle as it is.

Upon first glance, the cafe has a simple enough set-up. There's an espresso machine he would sigh over enviously if he was less self-conscious, and the small tables are crowded with patrons and coffee mugs and small pastries.

But then Minseok's nose twitches.

He turns to glare sharply at Chanyeol, who seems to have gotten over his hesitation and is bouncing towards a seat near the window. Traitor, every cell in his body hisses along with him, the fur of his tail standing up on end. He could see the tails of his mortal enemies traversing between the tables, the variations of meows filling the air.

This wasn't just any cafe -- it was a cat cafe.

The irony had never been lost on Minseok. A catboy who was deathly afraid of the real thing? Chanyeol had made so many repetitive jokes about it ever since he had picked Minseok out from a pile of chubby faced kitten-boys all those years ago, Minseok was certain he could tell them in his deepest catnaps. If Minseok was a meaner catboy, he would've contemplated scratching up Chanyeol's prized collection of snapbacks and hoodies as he deserved.

But that could come later, he rationalizes. He pulls up his legs so that no passing cats can rub against him, tucking his knees under his chin as he scans over the menu and ignores Chanyeol's attempts to engage him in conversation. He spends the whole time in this position, his joints cramping up.

But at least the coffee is nice. He still scratches up Chanyeol's shirts later though.

Re: chen - 454 w

[(Anonymous)]

i'm sorry for not putting it under a collapse, but i didn't wanna risk missing cut off /o\

dumb random drabble about catboy xiumin and his owner chanyeol