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Minseok literally shouted in high pitch when he saw that Aim1st emailed him back after he sent the mail… yed he is the one who sent that. But he used his email account where he used to troll, sign up with game apps, and so on. It's not his main account.

The email that was sent to him saying that they already created an individual social media and thanking him about the suggestion, even asking for more support from him.

He wanted to reply but remember that it's just a formal letter and no need to reply and make the conversation longer.

“What's that?” Wooje frowned, he is graduating students from High School, while Minseok is already a second year college.

“Aim1st make social media accounts now!” He showed it.

Wooje was so happy too that he stalked it but secretly followed only one member.

“Hoping for an update to assure myself that they're not ghosts or what?” Wooje sighs as he closes his phone.

“Hoping for it too.” Minseok follows Minhyung first, before he follows others.

“Did you use your real account to follow them?” Wooje asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Oh, nothing.” Wooje shook his head, “They won't judge us right?”

“Why would they? Because we followed them? I think they are not like that.”

“What are you talking about?” 

Hyukkyu, Wooje and Minseok are living together, because Minseok can't find a dorm since he enrolled late and now the only choice left is to live in an apartment. But apartments are too expensive for him to just pay for it, so he asks Wooje to join him and break down the payment. The apartment is also near the middle school where Wooje is enrolled.

But again they are students and it's still heavy on the pocket to pay, so he asks Hyukkyu, it's not that far from the shop too, and Hyukkyu has a motorcycle to use every day or he can walk by it.

“Well, Aim1st make individual social media accounts… follow them too hyung!”

Hyukkyu shook his head and said, “No I don't want to, I'm not a fan after all.”

Minseok sighs and playfully rolls his eyes, “Yeah, say it to someone who is always repeating the song in his coffee shop.”

Wooje laughs at them but only watching. He is brat in front of Minseok but not in front of Hyukkyu.

“Nevermind.” Hyukkyu left Minseok laughing when he was already in the trap.

“Minseok, do you have class tomorrow?” Hyukkyu said, suddenly barging inside Minseok's room. He rarely does it unless it's an emergency.

“Hyung, why?” Minseok asks, sitting up on his bed.

“I need to go back to our house due to a family matter. Can you take care of the shop first? I promise you there won't be many customers.” Hyukkyu explained in such a hurry.

Minseok nodded, “Yes, the key then.”

Hyukkyu gives him the key and dash outside the room as fast as he can.

“Oh gosh.” Minseok, hoping that there are no customers tomorrow, he doesn't make any perfect coffee, and he doesn't want to make a bad reputation for Hyukkyu's coffee shop.

When the morning rolls around, he doesn't have class. He wished Wooje good luck for his class even though he knows that Wooje is just sleeping in their classroom, but at least he is present.

He walks half an hour to arrive at the shop, he is used to it, he has short legs but at least he can walk a long road.

The same music was on repeat, he doesn't know why he doesn't get sick by it. He just loves it.

Sitting at the chair, scrolling on his phone when a customer entered the shop.

“Good morning, what can I get for you?” He greets.

“Uhh… Is…”

“Hyung?” Another boy entered, and Sanghyeok, who was speaking, looked at his behind. “Ahh! Sorry!” He smiles shyly and looks at the barista.

And their eyes meet, and everything stops… it's cliché and dramatic to say, but when their eyes meet, it feels the second of time become slower.

“You forgot this.” He broke their eye contact, and gave a paper bag to Sanghyeok. “Oh that's right, thanks.”

“I'm asking if the boy yesterday is here… or maybe his shift is at night. Sorry for the disturbance.”

“You mean Hyukkyu hyung?”

“Oh yes! Him!” Sanghyeok grinned shyly.

“It's his day off today, if you want to give something or say something, I can lend it to him.”

Sanghyeok nodded and passed the paper bag and the handkerchief, “It's his handkerchief that I borrowed yesterday, just tell him that I'm really grateful, and because of his kindness… this is a disk of Aim1st that my friend gave me… a music disc” Minhyung blinked at him while listening, but Sanghyeok seemed like he didn't see him there.

“It's unreleased so… I hope he likes it…” He said.

Minseok was blushing now maybe because of this good looking boy or because of the unreleased music that they have the privilege to listen to.

“So I will go now… Let's go Minhyung.” He grabbed Minhyung's arm but his brother stayed there.

“I… will go home alone. I will just buy a cup of coffee.”

Sanghyeok sighs and nodded, “Yes of course go on. I will go now then.”

Leaving them alone, Minseok still has the blush on his face as he looks inside the paper bag.

“Can I have a cappuccino, and a chocolate donut?” He asks, sitting at the close table in the barista table.

“Oh yes. Wait a minute then.” Minseok rummage through the cabinets searching for the steps to make it… or maybe searching for a reason to make it slower and so he can watch him longer.

“Do you like Aim1st song?” Minhyung asked, walking to the stage and grabbing the acoustic guitar.

“Yes, ever since they released their first song. How about you? Do you know them?”

Minhyung looks at him, he is talking about Aim1st with a smile on his face, a tint of blush, and even shiny eyes.

“Yes, I love them too.” He chuckled.

“I wish they could be famous, but first I want to see them.” Minseok is literally a social butterfly, and can easily bring up conversation between strangers.

Minhyung laughed and just said, “Yes me too.” Instead of, “You saw the two members now.”

While preparing the cappuccino, Misneok heard a strumming guitar, he looked at him back, he seemed serious while playing the guitar.

“Do you mind if I sing?” He only nodded in agreement, hoping that he has a good vocal if not he will literally kick him out of this shop.

“This title is named, Museum .” He even plugged in the mic first before going back to his original position. “This song is… something that I make out of nowhere without any inspiration. Now, I think I found it.” The gulp can hear from the mic.

Minseok is too weak by that, he doesn't know if this boy is just imagining that he is helding an own concert or what.

I can't help but gaze at your picture,

Even if you don’t notice, you're the only one I want to look at.

Though I may not be able to say it, even if it’s not possible, can I stay a little longer?

You're the only one I want to admire.

The sweet but deep voice echoed throughout Minseok's ears, and he is now shaking while holding the cup. It's so addicting, he wants to admit that it's so addicting, he wants to say that he wants to hear more.

“Well… Did I get too carried away?” Minhyung laughed embarrassedly.

“No… You did well.” Minseok commented, “Well this is your order.”

“Uhh… Thank you.” He dropped the guitar and went back to the table where he was sitting earlier.

“How did you know about Aim1st?” Minhyung asks while eating and sipping his order.

“Their one and only song was played randomly at the streaming app, and then I got to admit that they are good, so I have it on repeat since the day they published it.” Minseok explained, watching him. “How about you?”

Minhyung hummed, choosing to keep his profile low-key, “Well… as my hyung said earlier he has a friend there, and that's why I listen to them.”

“So have you already seen them?” Minseok can't help but to be curious.

Minhyung laughed and shook his head, “No, not yet… I mean I hope so. But now they're living in too low profile for their privacy.”

“I hope they— don't get weird when I email them saying that they need a social media account.” Minseok admitted.

Minhyung formed an Ohh , in substitute of saying “I see that's you.” And then replied, “Well at least they can promote their songs now, it's useless if they don't have any social media to interact with their fans. Who is going to listen to their songs, right?”

“Yes and I'm glad that they did!” He exclaimed happily, making Minhyung chuckled.

“Did you follow them?”

“Yes I did.” Minseok proudly answers, with a confident nod and wide smile.

“I see his name is Ryu Minseok.” Minhyung looks at the one and only account who is following him, and it's indeed Minseok, by the face on his Instagram.

He chuckled and listened again to the new masterpiece that Sanghyeok pushed them to publish in one night. Gladly Minhyung produced it completely before that night. But he was kind of not satisfied because of the under one night recording. But at least he knows someone who likes the song.

“Who’s that?” Hyeonjun asked, appearing after his class, they don’t take the same course because Minhyung said he is already sick seeing him again and again, as well as vice versa.

“Ahh, I found him in one coffee shop and we talked a little, but I didn't ask for his name.”

“How slow you are bro.” Hyeonjun rolled his eyes, “If I were you I would add him.”

Minhyung shrugged, he is using his main account to stalk, “Do I look like Gumayusi?”

“Why are you asking? of course.” Hyeonjun frowned and sat in front of him.

“I mean- he knows Aim1st and I don’t know how he is going to react if he knows about it.”

Hyeonjun sighs and says, “ It will only get noticed if you will post something in your Gumayusi account and to your main account if ever.”

“You have a point there.” Minhyung said.

“And I don’t have a friend who is acting so cowardly, get your ass to add him.”

Lee Minhyung followed you

He received the notification as the disc of music was playing, it seemed so familiar to him, the beat, the lyrics and all… His brain doesn’t recognize where he heard the music, how long that happened, two days ago? Why can't he even remember it?

He looked at the notification again and remembered the boy, leading him to remember where he heard the song… But how did the boy already memorize it? Did he already listen to it?

Gumayusi posted in his story for the first time.

He shakily clicked the notification and it showed their studio with a caption, "A little surprise.”

The streaming app showed that Aim1st released another song, and the title is the same as the title in the track. He was so shocked, he thought that they were trolling about being friends with Aim1st.

Back to the person who followed him, he also noticed that this man following the Aim1st member, he is indeed a fan . That's what he thought.

Hyukkyu is also back, he mentally thanks Sanghyeok for returning his handkerchief even if he said he doesn’t mind it.But deep inside him- he wishes that he is the one who caters to Sanghyeok that night. 

“Look. Are you not happy? He gives you the piece before it gets uploaded.” Minseok sighs, his legs swinging at the wooden bar stool, it's a little high for him.

“I mean it feels so illegal.”

“It won’t, they are not famous, it’s like a gift from the artist.” Wooje said eating his favorite donut again.

Hyukkyu rolled his eyes and wanted to say, “I think he is a member, he won’t get that for free, how did he copy it on disc without posting it online. And if I am Aim1st friend I won’t give it to a person I just met.”

But then it all disappeared when someone entered the shop.

They whipped their heads towards the door, a tall boy in a university jacket that is unopened, a little long hair that is on bun, using neatly white shirt, and a denim jeans, wearing wired earphone, his one arm carrying the strap of his bag, while the other one is the guitar case.

“Hi Minseok, nice to meet you again!” Minhyung said to Minseok who is literally jaw dropped and staring at him, it’s the least thing he imagined from this stranger boy, but the most needed thing to keep him alive at the moment.

When Minseok didn’t reply and was literally being washed off, Hyukkyu coughed to bring the environment abc again to its place, “What can we do for you?”

“A cup of cappuccino, please.” He grinned and bowed to Wooje and Hyukkyu.

“Then I will make it for you.” Minseok quickly gets down to the tall stool.

Wooje and Hyukkyu look at each other, mouthing something like, “Never saw him engaging here with excitement like that.” and Hyukkyu nodded like they were talking in telepathy.

“So uhm… how did you find our coffee shop… and it seemed like you knew Minseok?” Hyukkyu asked, when he noticed Minhyung watching Minseok in a way he couldn't explain.

Minhyung quickly looked at Hyukkyu, “My brother went here and said that the coffee is good as well as the service and the people. I bet you know him mister.”

Hyukkyu thinks of it, he does resemble Sanghyeok but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions and judge.

“My brother is Sanghyeok.”

Hyukkyu nodded, trying not to smile, and suddenly imagined Sanghyeok having the same aura with this boy, isn’t it cool?

Wooje is clearly confused about what’s happening. But then he looked at the door that was being opened again, another boy, “Minhyung.” It’s so stern. His voice is cold but… kind of warm.

Now Wooje can feel what Minseok felt earlier when he saw this boy. He is tall, has a good body build that shows because of his tight black shirt and a basketball short.

Hyeonjun, who was with Minhyung earlier, lost his patience when he waited for Minhyung to buy his cappuccino. He doesn’t drink that but why is he even buying it? So he just went to fetch him, and now he is immersed by how good the interior is.

Oh honestly not only the interior but this boy. So white, so fluffy and he is so soft. Those innocent eyes, those chubby cheeks, rosy plump lips, like a beautiful piece of art. Oh god Hyeonjun loves it so much that he got so addicted.

When they got home, they quickly ran to Sanghyeok, saying. “You said that it’s a coffee shop, but why did it seemed like a museum of beautiful and perfect arts?”