Clumsy heart and coffee stains

Introduction: Kim Mingyu: The chaotic yet charming member of a K-pop boy group who’s known for his height, clumsiness, and huge heart. Jeon Wonwoo: The quiet, intellectual member of the same group, famous for his mysterious vibe and love for books and cats. Chapter 1: The Worst First Impression It all started with a spilled americano. Kim Mingyu had exactly 3 minutes to get from the dance studio to the waiting van, and exactly 2 minutes of those were already gone. Naturally, this was the moment he decided he absolutely could not go another second without an iced americano. So he dashed into the nearest café like a tornado in Nikes. As he burst through the door, a barista shrieked, someone dropped a fork, and a cat sitting on the windowsill jumped three feet in the air. “Sorry! Sorry!” Mingyu bowed frantically, his baseball cap nearly flying off. “One iced americano, please! Extra ice! And make it—” he glanced at the time on his phone, “—rocket fast.” Meanwhile, at a quiet corner table sat Jeon Wonwoo, deeply immersed in a mystery novel, sipping a perfectly lukewarm americano he had nursed for the past 47 minutes. He didn’t flinch at the chaos—he merely looked up with a sigh, his dark eyes narrowing. He recognized the voice before he even looked. Of course. Kim Mingyu. Wonwoo didn’t hate Mingyu. He just… disliked him. Strongly. Intensely. With a kind of philosophical intensity that only quiet people reserve for chaotic extroverts. Mingyu was loud, reckless, and always knocking things over. Wonwoo liked silence, schedules, and things staying exactly where he left them. They were in the same group. Lived in the same dorm. Worked together nearly every day. And somehow, the universe decided to make them polar opposites. Mingyu grabbed his drink, thanked the barista with his usual megawatt smile, turned around— —and promptly spilled the entire thing on Wonwoo’s lap. Wonwoo closed his book slowly. His hands were sticky. His jeans were soaked. His cat, who had followed him here (and somehow become the café’s mascot), hissed and ran under the table. Mingyu froze, horrified. “Oh my GOD—I—WONWOO—I—this is—OH NO—” Wonwoo looked down at the coffee puddle, then up at Mingyu. His voice was flat. “I --just---bought these jeans.” Mingyu began patting him down with napkins, which somehow made it worse. “I’ll buy you ten pairs! I’ll buy you a whole denim factory! Oh my God, your book--oh no, the pages are-- “Mingyu,” Wonwoo said, eyes narrowing, “if you touch my book again, I swear I will feed you to your own fan club.”