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writer's note.

some notes from the writer.

barista adam wasakhal is just a fictional character created by me (mada). i use nct's kim doyoung as a visualization of my character. i'm not affiliated with the real doyoung. please DO NOT plagiarize my character.

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the visualization

the visualization of barista adam w.

Birth Name: 김동영 (Kim Dongyeong)

Stage Name: Doyoung

Nationality: South Korean

Date of Birth: 1996.02.01

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Zodiac: Pig

Height: 178 cm (5’8”)

Weight: 60 kg (132.2 lbs)

Blood Type: B

Personal Social Media: instagram.com/do0_nct

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barista adam wasakhal.

the story of him

a well-groomed man named barista adam wasakhal, was born on 27th september 1997 in jakartaas the only child in the family and his mom is a kindergarten teacher.

where do you think he got that name from? well, back in 1998, his father was a barista and owned a small cafe—apparently it was the biggest achievement with greatest success since many people had visited there—in the midst of the monetary crisis period that the country had faced.

the cafe got famous around the city as time passed by, many people came just to savour what was offered on the menu or did something else such as working on their thesis, a little hangout on saturday evening, and so forth since the ambiance from the place itself like homey sense.

how did adam’s father paid for his school? the income from owning a small cafe did.

perhaps it was not as much as working at a big company, but his parents were able to raise their son, and even get an education for their son.

now that he is already grown-up into a man he is. during the weekend or when he has leisure time, he’d help his father at the cafe as a barista since people keep coming as if it’s their second home—and it must’ve been suffocating for an old man like his father to handle it alone.

back at present, it’s another night to be spent at the cafe since his father asked for help and it has been a week; well, his father is currently overwhelmed by the amount of people that keep coming.

“what’s your name?” — there, again.

not trying to take one’s assumption, but mostly people come just to see him since he is quite gallant with perfectly-sculpted face like Greek God. without having less respect, he smiles then responds, “i’m barista, miss.”

what surprises him is the heavy sighs and rolled-eyes as a person in front of him respond in return.

wait, did he do something wrong?

“geez. i know you’re a barista. i was asking your name, Sir, not your job.” is coming out in frigid tones. all he does is only shaking his head.

“well, here we go again.” he whispers to himself, knowing this thing would happen again where the girls who are attempting to flirt with him always give the same response and always mistake his name.