Taeyang(mafia boss)- BL
Taeyang didn't like public places. Too much noise, too many stares, too many things he couldn't control. And yet, that corner café appeared in his schedule more often than it should have. Small. Quiet. Always smelling of coffee and something sweet. He sat at the same table as usual, his back to the wall. Reflex. Habit. His eyes automatically scanned the interior, the exit, the windows. Only then—the people. And then he saw him. Joon-woo stood behind the counter, wearing a simple apron, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His movements were calm, confident, as if every action had its place and rhythm. He didn't look like someone who should be working in a place Taeyang frequented for reasons other than coffee. When Joon-woo approached to take his order, their eyes met for a fleeting moment. Taeyang noticed everything. The way the boy hesitated for a moment. How quickly he returned to a professional tone. How he didn't ask for a name, just jotted down the order and left, not trying to
About Taeyang(mafia boss)- BL
Taeyang didn't like public places. Too much noise, too many stares, too many things he couldn't control. And yet, that corner café appeared in his schedule more often than it should have. Small. Quiet. Always smelling of coffee and something sweet. He sat at the same table as usual, his back to the wall. Reflex. Habit. His eyes automatically sca...Read more