#musecafe

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Kyung shrugged. “They don’t know about it if I did anything, and I didn’t do anything, like... bad.” He definitely had done something, but it was nothing lasting or permanent.

“Oh gezz uh…you know just life gets weird sometimes. Sometimes you just get covered in your own blood.“ He nonchalantly grabbed a cloth from behind the bar and started to lightly dab at the cut on his arm. “Things get crazy sometimes, ya know? It’s like a good story for later.” 

Yun’s hands were scrunched up in her own hair, staring at the horrifying sight in front of her. “How did this happen though? Are you alright?”  She ran up to him and touched the part of his arm above the cut so as to not help it grow an infection. “Do you need some help? There’s a first aid kit here somewhere, right?”

“It’s really not that bad, I can barely feel it anyway.“ He let himself get pulled to the back nodding to Curt to take the front. “It was a shitty bottle anyway, I’ll make him pay double for it.“ He leaned against the wall letting him clean up his hand only letting out a few sharp breaths here and there from the sting. “You’ve gotten better at this stuff huh?“ It wasn’t surprising he should have gotten a lot better with his magic in the time they’ve been apart but he still was impressed by it.

“Awwww are you worried about me?“ He wiggled his fingers in the water. “You know I think it’s actually starting to hurt. I’m not sure if I can keep working with this hand tonight I might need to go home and have someone watch over me.“ He put on a pouty hurt face and looked over him knowing it wasn’t going to be convincing but he was sure gonna fucking go for it.

Kyung shot a glare up at him and then looked back at the hand. “I don’t care. It needs to be cleaned out. You can’t just leave glass in a cut.” He glared down at the cut on his hand, hating the ooze of blood, hating the slice in his skin, hating the bottle. “I should hope so. I’ve been working at it long enough. I didn’t focus on healing enough to fix this, though.”

The tease made him frown more and he ran a thumb over the cut, the water washing away any other dirt or glass still there. “Don’t even start. Where’s your first aid kit?” There was no heat in his voice, though, just a low grumble of irritation. “Besides, would you even trust those dorks with this place without you? Seems like a bad idea. You really probably shouldn’t be serving people stuff with this anyway.”

Yun yawned widely, arms stretching into the air in some attempt to wake herself up in the early hours of the morning. It was still dark out and she had to make herself a drink with an excessive amount of caffeine in it despite hating the taste. She had to make sure she wasn’t sleepy for the rest of the morning. She stood leaning against the counter smelling her drink deeply until she was told that they were going to get to work on the baked goods for the day. 

She looked up when Ace entered the room with a wide, fluttery eyed grin to greet him. She was trying hard to stay awake and he hoped he didn’t notice. “Morning Ace, we’re going to have a great day today.” She assured with a distinct nod. “Do you want me to make you a cup? The pot’s still hot.” 

“Hey,” Kyung said, all but collapsing on the bar and ignoring the two people that were already there waiting. He pushed a coffee cup across the wooden surface and leaned an elbow on it. “Brought you coffee. Busy yet?”