You worked at a café, and Yeonjun was your boss. You just started, so he was training you, all of your coworkers said he was patient and carried a quiet authority. All this, but he seemed softer towards you… when you spilt the espresso shot when trying to pour it in the drink he simply smiled at you and wiped it clean. “Did you get burnt?” He asked tenderly, his sleeves rolled up, rag in hand, his specs hanging low on his noise. “Let me help you, here.” Yeonjun smiled and took your hand.