or say we're only dreaming;

[melocoton]

O P E N P O S T
❝ don't you dare close your eyes❞
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[survivingly]

[ minho knows he's in deep when he finds that kind of adorable. stupid attractive shuck, jesus. he rocks back and forth on his heels, still propped up on the counter, one hundred percent purposefully trying to show off his arm muscles. it's seriously a good thing that minho isn't the easily discouraged type, or else he'd be screwed. ]

A little, yeah. That's all you ever do every time you're in here. I get it, you're a brilliant dude. [ he shrugs his shoulders, going right ahead and casually admitting that he watches thomas all the time. well, he does, and minho's not the kind of guy who beats around the bush about anything. ]

Besides, I pay more attention than you. You know you leave stuff here a lot, right? [ i.e: the sweater that minho's got currently folded (after being washed, shut up) behind the counter. ]

[identified]

[ At the very least, Tommy tries to be sneaky while he gazes at Minho's arm - clamping his mouth over the cup again, and peering through heavy eyelashes at the flexed muscles. Subtle? Probably not. But he can't really be expected to be subtle when Minho, in all his muscly and gorgeous glory, is showing off in front of him.

Thomas, unfortunately, blocks out some of what Minho says - too distracted by those damn unreal arms. When he comes to, he only blinks in confusion, tilting his head curiously to one side. ]

I leave stuff? [ That answers the question right away, and Tommy furrows his eyebrows, thinking about what he could be missing. ] I leave stuff and... you notice?

[survivingly]

[ minho stares at him for a second, is this shank serious, then he can't help it--he snorts, a grin stretching across his face big enough to make his eyes crinkle. ] Pfft--oh, man, Thomas, it's my job, dude, I have to clean up around here when the hipsters get tired of their coffee fix and go out to, I dunno, draw pictures of owls or something.

But, I mean, we keep everything in the back. Or, well, I do. We're supposed to throw stuff away, but, eh. [ but he's so not throwing away thomas' stuff. he is hopelessly, hopelessly endeared (especially at that stupid headtilt, seriously, you shouldn't be allowed to be that cute, thomas) and minho holds up a finger in a "wait a second", then ducks in the back.

he returns a couple minutes letter wearing a brown cardigan that obviously doesn't fit or belong to him; it stretches over his arm muscles and broad shoulders, and minho figures if he flexed, it'd probably rip to shreds. for now, he just grins at him, holding his arms out and making jazz hands. ] Look familiar?

[ he might have washed it, shut up ]

[identified]

[ Thomas can only stare curiously at the gap that previously inhabited Minho, waiting patiently for the surprise - and really, he can't stop himself from feeling just the smallest bit giddy in anticipation. It is a bit strange, though, just standing around and waiting. Tommy fumbles with his cup, pulling the top off to blow on it while he looks at everyone else in the Starbucks dutifully typing on their keyboards, sipping their drinks. The place seems cozy, nice.

When Minho comes back out, Thomas can't help the smile stretching across his face - bringing up a free hand to cover the laugh that escapes, like he could pull if from the air before it reaches Minho's ears. ]

I've been looking for that.

[ And Minho looks hilarious in it, because he's such a big guy. It hugs all his muscles in exactly the right ways, and Tommy finds his hand lifting up automatically and without thought, like he wants to go feel one muscular arm. ]

You're so - [ But he catches himself before he actually touches Minho, wrapping his hand back around his drink and cringing awkwardly. ] - it, uh. It looks good on you. You should wear my clothes more often.