Hi! God I can't stop writing for this fanfiction. It's a problem. A good problem. KEEP GOING WEO

I do not own MM!

I followed Yoosung down the hall, our steps echoing in the empty path, bouncing off the walls. I couldn't help but look around, staring at every poster on the that was hung up, all of the decals on the lockers, taking in every detail of this new environment, even though it was a small portion.

"It's just in here!"

Yoosung opened the door to a room, and I was greeted by the scent of warm coffee as I stepped inside, everyone else in the room looking up at me inquisitively.

"Hey guys! This is my friend Saeran! I decided to bring him today to introduce him to you guys and show him the club!"

I shifted awkwardly as everyone said hello, stepping towards me to introduce themselves. I dug my nails into my palms, feeling my anxiety increasing at the prospect of meeting new people. I swallowed hard, looking at everyone's faces, trying to calm down, but it wasn't working, and it was getting worse.

"Saeran." Yoosung's hand touched my arm gently, and I was back, pulled out of my haze. I turned to him, gazing at his smile as he gestured for me to follow him again. I traced his footsteps as he walked towards a cabinet, pulling out coffee beans, a grinder, coffee filters, a kettle, a scale, timer, and a pour-over dripper. He set the items on the counter, beckoning to the stool in front of the desk. I sat down there, staring at him as he organized everything.

He smiled at me gently as he began to open the bag.

"I'm gonna show you the process of drip-brewing that I've been learning! Just watch me, okay?"

I nodded, picking at my nails beneath the table. I knew he was doing this not only to show me what he had learned, but also to keep me grounded to reality. I felt warmth bubble inside me at the kindness of this gesture- whether he knew how kind it was, that was uncertain.

He placed the kettle on the stove, bringing the water inside to a boil as he grabbed a teaspoon, measuring out the coffee beans into the grinder. He closed up the bag, turning the grinder until the beans were at the perfect amount of coarseness.

"You have to start by boiling the water, and measuring out the correct amount of beans. You don't want them to be too fine when you grind them, leaving them a little bit coarse is usually best."

I nodded slowly, my body relaxing as I listened to him explain each step. He placed a filter into the dripper, pouring some hot water over it, smiling at me.

"You pour some water into the filter first to remove the paper taste and warm it up a bit- then you discard the rinse water." He poured the water used to rinse in the sink, setting the dripper back atop the carafe. He poured the ground up beans into the filter, then began tapping it slightly so that they were level. He placed the entire set-up onto the digital scale, setting it to zero.

His eyebrows furrowed as he started a timer, beginning to pour the hot water onto the coffee, starting at the outer rim, and moving in a spiral to the centre. I sighed peacefully as the coffee rose up in reaction to the water, almost like a flower blooming in spring. He stopped pouring once he reached the centre, waiting a bit, smiling at me gently.

"You have to pour four times in total for this- this is the first one, and kinda my favourite, since the coffee looks- and smells- really nice when you do it. You stop when the scale reads 60 grams, and wait for 30 seconds before starting again." He lifted the kettle once more, this time beginning in the centre of the grounds, spiralling out to the rim, then back in. He pulled back once more, watching as it settled.

"This pour is to sink all the grounds on the surface- it kind of stirs them in a way, letting the water more evenly extract the grounds. The weight should be about 150 grams at this point."

We watched intently as the water dropped to the bottom of the filter, becoming nearly level with the grounds, and he poured over it once more, bringing the weight to 250 grams, taking about 15 seconds total, watching once more as the water dropped down the filter, at which he put out his last pour.

"This is the last one, so it's brought up to 350 grams total, and takes about 20 seconds." He smiled tenderly as he finished, allowing the coffee to finish pouring into the carafe. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet below, lifting the carafe and filling it, placing it in front of me with a smile. I blinked down at the dark liquid slowly, then back up at him as he watched me expectantly.

"Try it!"

I looked down at it again, rubbing my neck.

"I've... Never tried coffee before."

Yoosung gasps, jumping up excitedly.

"Oh my gosh, that means I'm your first!"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter, my face turning bright red as I stared at the coffee. Yoosung looked around at everyone, confusion written on his features.

"What? What's so funny?"

I said nothing as I brought the cup to my lips, blowing on it gently, inhaling the warm aroma. I took a sip, blinking in surprise at the earthy taste. I looked up at Yoosung, smiling a little.

"It's.. Good."

Yoosung's eyes look like they're about to burst due to how bright they become, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

"R-Really?! You think so?!"

I nod, taking another sip, my eyes fluttering closed as it soothes my throat. When I opened them again, I saw Yoosung leaning his head on his hand, still smiling as bright as the sun.

"I'll make coffee for you whenever you want! Anytime!"

I nodded again, hiding my smile by downing the rest of the coffee- happy that Yoosung was my first.

AGH GOD when i heard Yoosung was in the coffee club i SCREAMED because I love coffee and just the thought of Yoosung tenderly making Saeran a cup of coffee kills me oh my g o d

I use a french press so I googled instructions on how to drip brew so i could write this chapter... :D I learned something new. Maybe I will try drip brewing someday. :3

~ Pixil-8