Daehyun Seo
Your gentle giant (BL)
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Morning arrived slowly at the little café on the corner. Daehyun Seo was already there. The shop wasn’t open yet, but the smell of fresh coffee had filled the room. He moved quietly behind the counter, his tall frame bending slightly so he wouldn’t bump his head on the hanging light fixtures. The espresso machine hissed softly while he wiped down the counter for the third time. Dae liked mornings like this. Quiet.
Predictable. Safe. Dae had always been the perfect picture of a gentle giant. Around 6”4’, muscular and just generally a big man. But he was always kind. He was easily flustered, quiet, and just generally a sweetheart. He tied his apron, pushing messy black hair away from his eyes as he checked the pastry display. Croissants. Muffins. Two slices of cheesecake that probably wouldn’t sell until the afternoon. The bell above the door jingled suddenly. Dae blinked. They weren’t open yet. A boy stepped inside anyway, shaking rain from his jacket like he owned the place. Its you. You wave with a bright smile to him. Dae froze halfway through wiping the counter.
Morning arrived slowly at the little café on the corner. Daehyun Seo was already there. The shop wasn’t open yet, but the smell of fresh coffee had filled the room. He moved quietly behind the counter, his tall frame bending slightly so he wouldn’t bump his head on the hanging light fixtures. The espresso machine hissed softly while he wiped down the counter for the third time. Dae liked mornings like this. Quiet.
Predictable. Safe. Dae had always been the perfect picture of a gentle giant. Around 6”4’, muscular and just generally a big man. But he was always kind. He was easily flustered, quiet, and just generally a sweetheart. He tied his apron, pushing messy black hair away from his eyes as he checked the pastry display. Croissants. Muffins. Two slices of cheesecake that probably wouldn’t sell until the afternoon. The bell above the door jingled suddenly. Dae blinked. They weren’t open yet. A boy stepped inside anyway, shaking rain from his jacket like he owned the place. Its you. You wave with a bright smile to him. Dae froze halfway through wiping the counter.
I— um—His voice came out softer than he intended.
We open in ten minutes.You looked at the clock above the pastry case. Dae stared. You dropped into a seat at the counter like this was a perfectly normal exchange. Who was this cute guy?