8 (fluff) + 13 (misc) + Hongjoong pleaseeee
joong may or may not be one of my biggest weaknesses alongside yoongi ;-; i love writing for them so so much (i love him too much i love him too much lord help me i love him too much)
#8: “I think you might be my soulmate.”
#13: "You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
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Red String of Fate
You appreciate your job. Well, perhaps appreciate isn’t the exact word for how you feel, but you certainly do feel appreciation for your job when things like this happen. Things like an idol stepping through the door, wearing layers upon layers of coverings in attempts to hide their identity. You know they seek a semblance of peace and quiet, and you’re more than happy to offer that to them as soon as they step through the door.
Quiet. Comfortable. Private.
All words people have used to describe the place in which you work, all from idols seeking something quiet, comfortable, and private. So yes, you appreciate your job.
Especially when the idol with ever-changing hair colors (it’s white this time and looks too damn good for you to stay quietly sane as you usually do) steps through the doors.
It’s with a comfortable familiarity that you greet the young idol who approaches the register.
"Hi Hongjoong,” you say with a small smile. He pulls his face mask off to reveal a mirrored grin.
“Morning Y/N,” he greets in return, smile not faltering for a second. “You come here often?”
A laugh breaks through your lips, and you shake your head at his cheesy banter. “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” It’s become a bit of a running joke between the two of you, taking turns greeting each other with the corniest and most embarrassing pickup lines available, a simple little playful banter for the two of you to enjoy. It’s easy and fun, a small game Hongjoong came up with after you made a comment about his frequent visits to the cafe, and you can’t say you don’t enjoy the game. He shrugs his backpack off one shoulder and pulls out his wallet as you begin punching in numbers on the register.
“The usual?” You ask even though you already know the answer.
“Please.” Hongjoong passes his card your way, and you quickly swipe it and hand it back to him.
“It’ll be right out, Hongjoong.” You watch the idol retreat to his usual table tucked in the corner of the cafe as you pass the order to one of your coworkers.
“It’s creepy to watch people, Y/N.”
“I’m not watching him,” you counter with a small roll of your eyes.
“People usually make some sort of move instead of just staring.”
“I’m not staring!” You retort again. “And I’m not interested in making any sort of move.”
“Right, because the pickup lines are such a normal and friendly thing to do.” You send a pointed glare to your coworker, ignoring the coy smirk playing at her lips. “Here’s his coffee. Try not to fall head over heels when you give it to him.” You mutter a quiet 'shut up’ and take the coffee from her, leaving her behind the counter to take the coffee over to where Hongjoong sits.
“Here, Hongjoong. Did you need anything else?”
“Could I get your opinion on something actually?” He asks out of the blue, glancing up at you as you place the coffee on his table.
“Of course!” You say with haste, staying in place at the edge of the table, and clasp your hands in front of you.
“You can sit…if you’d like?” He motions to the space across from him. You are quick to agree and sit down at the table. Once you’re seated, Hongjoong scoots closer to the table and slides his laptop so that you can both look at it. A document of words sits before you, no doubt lyrics or something similar, and you blink at it in wonder for a moment. “I’m…uh, struggling a bit with these lyrics. I’m trying to find a good way to put this, but, uh, I can’t find the right words for it.” Hongjoong’s cheeks flush a pale pink when you look to his face.
“You know I’m not any good at writing lyrics, bu-but I can try?” You stammer with a shaky smile on your lips. It’s not the first time Hongjoong has asked for your help with lyrics or just your help in general. Sometimes he asks for you to listen to his samples and tell him what you think of them, and of course, you love them every single time because how the hell can someone be so talented and good-looking? It’s just not fair. He’s hesitant each time he asked for help (although you don’t understand why, though you aren’t sure why he comes to you at all). “What are you…trying to say?”
“Uh, I’m looking for another lyric to go after "you’re doing great”. Everything I try doesn’t feel right or flow well. I need it to be a huge part of the song, but I-I just can’t get it right.“ Hongjoong’s internal conflict shows on his face, his concerns evident, and you subconsciously reach across the table to grab hold of his hand. He blinks back at you in shock, gaze flitting between your now joined hands and your face.
"Just keep it up,” you say without much thought, not intending for him to interpret it the way he does.
“Just…keep it up? Just keep it up,” he mutters to himself, one finger drumming against the table to some unknown melody that you wan’t hear. “That’s perfect. Y/N, that’s perfect.”
“Huh?” You say dumbly, and Hongjoong just squeezes your hand a bit tighter.
“That’s just what I needed to hear. That’s the perfect lyric for the song.” Hongjoong beams at you, eyes disappearing into pretty crescents, and you swear your heart stops functioning for a second. “I should just come and work on all my songs here, huh?”
“Huh?” You’re barely coherent, just mimicking Hongjoong’s small comment without thought, but he grins back at you nonetheless.
“Hey, Y/N. I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Haha yea, me too.” You flush under the heat of his gaze that doesn’t falter for a second, thinking that he’s just pulling your leg and hitting you with one of his cheesy pickup lines.
“I’m being serious, Y/N.” You release an inhuman noise – something between a squeak and a yelp that is embarrassing as hell – and Hongjoong just keeps smiling as though he didn’t just say that. “You always seem to know exactly what I need to hear. That’s gotta mean something, right?” You pull your hand back, startled by Hongjoong’s question, but as you do, your fingernail snags the sleeve of his sweater and tugs a red thread away from the clothing.
“Ha…” You exhale, blinking down at the thread, and Hongjoong does the same. “I guess it’s fate?”
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a/n: idek i don’t have much to say other than oop idek if this makes any sense
oh and uh yea pls don’t take my work i’ve noticed a lot of plagiarism recently on tumblr
Please ignore my screaming I’m perfectly fine
