#for language?

Donghae slipped his hand over the jittering fingers tapping erratically at the counter and grimaced at the cashier.  “I’ll just have a medium coffee.  Black, please.”   Hyukjae poked him in the side.  “It’s not medium Donghae God it’s called a grande don’t you know anything you can’t just walk into Starbucks and ask for a medium, that’s not even a thing, you’re so -- “ Bringing a strong arm up to wrap around his boyfriend’s lean frame, he smiled apologetically at the cashier, whose formerly glazed expression was slowly growing more and more fearful.  Hae couldn’t really blame him -- Hyukjae’s eyes were bugging out a little, Choco-style. “And my freaky boyfriend here will be having one of those, ah...calming teas.  With chamomile and honey and all that good stuff.  If you’ve got a couple Ambien on hand, that would be nice too. Oof.” With a bump of his hips, Hyukjae had knocked him off balance and turned his attention to the barista.   “Yeah well, fuck that noise.  I’ll have a Cap’N Crunch. Venti.  With whip. And extra chocolate chips. And extra whip, now that I think about it.” “Jesus, Hyukjae.  You really don’t think you’ve had enough caffeine for today?”  They’d only been on the road for two and a half hours, and upon checking the backseat in a desperate search for his  grey sweater, Donghae had found no less than three Starbucks Doubleshot cans crumpled under Hyukjae’s hideous brown manpurse. When Hyukjae was the one making a mess, Donghae knew there was something seriously, seriously wrong. “You were the one that told me drinking coffee is cool,” Hyukjae shot back.  “You didn’t mention that it was sooooo awesome and wait, why are you shaking your head, Donghae why is he shaking his head at me what does this mean -- “ “Sorry sir, but I don’t know what a Cap’n Crunch is...” the young boy admitted sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head.  Donghae was a little bit charmed  -- his friendly smile reminded him of Kibum.  He feared for this boy’s future, though, as Hyukjae was nearly frothing at the mouth. “Excuse me but I refuse to believe that they would allow you to even work here if that’s true.  You’re lying.  Everyone knows a Cap’n Crunch is strawberries and creme with one shot of hazelnut, two shots of toffee, one shot of caramel -- “ “Where are you getting this shit from?” Donghae asked, bewildered. “It’s not caffeine, Hae! There’s no coffee in it!”  Hyukjae shrieked, as his boyfriend began to drag him towards an empty armchair by the window, mouthing apologies over his shoulder. Planting Hyukjae in his seat, Donghae looked down at him disbelievingly.  “No, Hyuk, it’s not coffee, but it is enough sugar to fuel a preschool for a whole year.  Who even tells you about this stuff?” “Heechul said that I should look up -- “ “Of course,” Donghae muttered to himself  “Of course Heenim would create a monster.” “But Hae! I want some goddamn Starbucks!” “Just...hold on a second, Hyuk.” Leaving a twitching Hyukjae in the corner with a quick kiss on the mouth, Donghae walked back over to the cash register, catching the eye of the frazzled looking barista.  “Um...did you still want that Cap’n Crunch thing? I can ask my manager...” Donghae sighed and fished out the wallet he had snagged from Hyukjae’s pocket in the chaos.  “No, just some strawberry milk if you’ve got it.  And maybe horse tranquilizers, so I can get him in his carseat. Thanks a -- “ “DONGHAE! I HEARD THAT!”