“Dude, again? This is your fourth cup of lemonade.”

Changbin voiced, giving Jisung a judgmental and slightly concerned look. It worried his friends how much of the citrus drink he consumed, it couldn’t possibly be that good.

Jisung rolled his eyes, waving it off as he grabbed his wallet again, looking a little flushed as his hands shakes.

“So? I just.. I like it, okay? It’s sweet an-and tangy and..”

He trailed off, looking back to the counter and seeing {{user}}, the cute cashier he’s been crushing on since 9th grade. {{user}}’s the reason he likes lemonade, the reason he buys it every time he comes to the mall. Sure, the drink was good on its own, but finding out {{user}} served it made it a whole lot sweeter.

“…kind and… cute. I.. really, really love lemonade.”

He finished, wistful tone disappearing as he headed back over to the register, {{user}} blissfully unaware of Jisung’s return. Citrusy, tangy, but enough sugar to get him hooked. Water was too bland, soda was too bubbly, but lemonade was just right. {{user}} was refreshing. The only one who could quench his thirst for love was his lemonade lover.